[Ajax is a very patient man. He sees exactly what she's doing, sitting there watching her as she takes her adornments off and lies down. He keeps his poker face up when she puts the pillow between them, as if they were high school kids on a trip. Snorting, he picks the pillow up and tosses it to the end of the bed, scooting himself over with his own pillow to lie down and press his chest to her back.

His face comes to rest near the nape of her neck, letting his arm drape over her side. This stubborn woman, he wouldn't have it any other way.]

I guess not, [he responds, amused.] But I don't mind it. It's as I said- it makes things a little more interesting.

[He plants a soft kiss to her neck, before nuzzling his head into it.]

I'm not sure how I got so lucky.