"That's not why you married me?" Marcello asked. "I was certain you ran all selections by the wolf first." He pressed himself to her, nipping at her neck. "I'm only playing, love," he assured her. "I adore you completely."

"I know it," she teased. "And I adore making you say it." She wriggled out from beneath him until she was sitting up again. "Let me go and fetch your socks, my lord." She clucked her tongue. "It's starting already. I'm turning into a docile, subservient tallfolk wife." She suddenly flung the pelts off them both, aiming them for Marcello's head.

Marcello yelped and flailed under the onslaught. "I was only joking about the socks! Especially if it means no sex!"

"Oh, no, it's no trouble at all," Niabheara replied, carrying on nobly toward the press while abandoning her new groom to struggle against his own bedsheets. The fire had taken the chill off the room quite nicely, but not enough that Niabheara wanted to stay naked; she fished up her own clothes as well as his. "In fact I was just thinking of dismissing all the servants so that I alone may tend to your every, every whim."

Marcello finally cleared the furs off his head, and sat up, giving her a hurt look. "I didn't expect you to take it this far," he said. "I'm sorry if I've offended you."

Niabheara promptly dumped the clothes over his head instead. "I like tending your whims," she said sweetly. "Some of your whims are fun." She crawled back on the bed with him. "Some of your whims I don't want to share with anyone else."

Marcello peeled a sock off his head, and then reached for her again. "I like your whims, too," he assured her. "apart from the ones that involve throwing things at me, which I am hoping is a passing fancy."

Niabheara wagged a shirt-sleeve in his face before consenting to let him have her again. "I didn't throw; I dropped." She put her face to his. Rather than kissing him, she lightly raked her teeth over his lower lip, letting it go softly. "Have you any other whims, my lord?" she whispered, teasing.

"Only to serve you, but as I can see that getting a little bit back-and-forth, I think I'd much rather pin you to the bed and have my way with you," he answered, very matter-of-fact, moving his hand down her waist to pull her into his lap.. "But I'm also curious as to what sort of ideas this other-me put in your head."

She kissed the tip of his nose. "Other-you put nothing in my head but the idea that talking to you about what I like in bed should not be so much more difficult than actually going to bed with you." She kissed him again, and twined both her hands around his wrists.