The marks were his, and so beautiful. Physical reminders of what had passed between them, much like the pleasant ache between his legs or the mingled scent of them that lingered in the air. He could find no fault with Camilla; and in that, there was no change between the first moment he'd seen her and now, years later.

Richard wanted to protest, to pull her back into his embrace. But he recognized both the fact that he had much to do to pull together a wedding on only a few months notice and that this was by no means a one-time thing. Not a brief tumble between the sheets. It was a lifetime, and there would be countless mornings like this. So, settling for a light kiss pressed to her shoulder, he nodded. Running one hand through his hair, Richard chuckled. "Yeah, I think a good, hot shower is in order. But...I'll see you later?"

Hopeful and bright, his eyes tracked Camilla with worship and adoration that would not have been out of place on a priest of some ancient religion watching his goddess. Or a puppy hoping for walkies.