"Are you making fun of my efforts to be a proper lady?" She asks him, and perhaps she'd come off as convincingly offended if she wasn't mirroring his smirk. She knows he knows what he signed up for. Vex rewards his sass with a nuzzle of her nose against his. A kiss should follow, but she decides to pluck his spectacles off his face and place them atop her book on the nightstand instead.

Then he gets his kiss.

Vex has been incredibly patient. She hasn't wanted him to feel any which way about her own desire for intimacy. And truly, she has been content with holding one another, kissing and petting as his health allows. All that's mattered is that they're together.

But gods has she wanted to fuck the man she loves. To make love to him now that they're set and solid, when there's no hiding behind it being some sort of fling or tryst. Maybe the wait is worth it to now be laying atop her husband, but now Vex feels no shame in letting him feel the hunger in her kiss and in the press of her body to his, into the mattress and pillows.