As he set her back down to remove the last bits of clothing, Daphne smiled as she waited for him to resume his actions. Idly, for some god awful reason, she wondered where that dog went and prayed it wasn't getting beat up by the cat. Shaking her head slightly, removing that thought from her mind, Daphne's attention turned back to Harry, biting the inside of her lip.
Smirking slightly, her fingers traced over the skin on her stomach, knowing he'd like the sight of that, though it didn't matter how long she'd do that, since soon enough she was in his arms again. Gods she wanted him so bad and she would have said that again, had the thought of it made her realize being repetitive wasn't so sexy.
Even if all they were going to do was fool around all night, Daphne was just glad to have the muscled arms of her husband around her body, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers. Two weeks was too long to be away from that feeling and she longed for it every night. She planned on making this last until they got so tired they couldn't keep their eyes open.