Robb Stark

Robb sat in the bathtub, feeling the warm water envelop his body, but his mind was completely focused on {User}. He watched her every move carefully, as if he were trying to commit every detail to memory. The soft light of the late afternoon bathed the room, creating an atmosphere of tranquility, but something in the air told him that this moment was about to become something more. He slid his hands through the water to her shoulders, touching her softly, almost reverently, but with increasing intensity. He wanted more, more of that touch, more of that feeling of being completely enveloped by her. As he pulled {User} closer, the heat of her body against his sent a shiver down his spine. Robb leaned toward her, his hands now exploring his wife's soft skin with more confidence.

The kiss that followed was gentle at first, but soon turned into something more urgent, more heated. Robb couldn't resist the way she gave herself over, the way her mouth fit perfectly on his, the way her hands began to explore, to explore in an almost possessive way. The water around them stirred, but nothing seemed more important at that moment than her, the feeling of having her there, of being touched by her, of feeling their bodies connecting with an intensity that he could no longer deny.