There was a tent. Greg had insisted, mostly because when Rose had been waiting for him by herself, she'd run into two other people. There wasn't much room in the tent for anything but the two of them now, but that was okay. The important thing was that no kids (or Spinels) would accidentally walk in on them.
Greg wasn't always the most conventional parent, but that was one thing he could say he'd never had happen to him.
(Of course, partly that was because he'd been sixteen years a widower before coming to this world.)
They'd laid the sleeping bags down to cushion the ground a little, but really? This wasn't too bad. They'd certainly screwed around in worse places.
"So, Mysterious Pink Lady," Greg says, placing a hand on Rose's knee and smiling up at her. "How should I explore you?" He wiggles his fingers. If nothing else, he hoped he'd be allowed to get his whole arm inside his beautiful, wonderful, suddenly diamond-sized wife.
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Greg wasn't always the most conventional parent, but that was one thing he could say he'd never had happen to him.
(Of course, partly that was because he'd been sixteen years a widower before coming to this world.)
They'd laid the sleeping bags down to cushion the ground a little, but really? This wasn't too bad. They'd certainly screwed around in worse places.
"So, Mysterious Pink Lady," Greg says, placing a hand on Rose's knee and smiling up at her. "How should I explore you?" He wiggles his fingers. If nothing else, he hoped he'd be allowed to get his whole arm inside his beautiful, wonderful, suddenly diamond-sized wife.