Casey watched her round him, at least as far as he could without craning his neck, before closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of his wife's hands on his shoulders.  And the massage?  Bonus material.  He let out a grunt of satisfaction when she palmed his muscles.  He kept meaning to go get a massage, but there was always something else to do.  "I suspect the lot of us would have been happier."  He said.  "Although...  Happy is a little small for what I feel with you."<br/><br/>When she faced him again, he was smiling again.  "Forbidden fruit, huh?"  He mused.  "I suppose that mean's I'm the sweetest."  That was delivered in a wry tone, as Casey stepped nearer his wife again.  His hands slipped up to her sides, and his head dipped once again to steal himself a kiss.  "Mmm.  Nope.  I'm not the sweetest.  I'll have to settle for second best."  That was delivered intimately close, breath brushing against his wife's damp face.<br/><br/>"What say we check the wards together, and go to bed?  It's been a long, long day."