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He put his hands on my thighs and stood between them. “Twas fun watchin’ ye race today.”

“I came in sixth place in my wave.” I stretched. “And every muscle is so sore I may not be able to walk for three days.”

He shook his head slowly, sadly. “Twas nae the way ye raced. Ye splashed through that muddy pit with the skill of a warrior and took the prize as far as I could see.”

“You’re the best. I’m really glad to have you home. I mean, I know it’s been a week but...still, we were moving our house through most of it.”

He pulled my hips closer. “Tis good tae be home. Though it’s a new home, you are in it.”

I wrapped my ankles around his ass and pulled him closer. Leaned back on my hands, a smile and a raised brow. “Are we going to play here on the bathroom counter?”

Magnus smiled and looked around at the space, bright lights, giant mirror, cold surfaces. He said, “I daena ken if I could enjoy ye while starin’ at myself.”

“And we do have that big amazing bed to play on, you can enjoy me properly.” I giggled again and slid off the counter, took him by the hand and pulled him down the hallway to the waiting bed. I climbed on and shoved all the decorative, damask, piped, brocaded pillows off to the carpet and sprawled caddy-corner and grinning. I was wearing a tiny midriff baring T-shirt with a pair of butt-cheek baring panties and quite proud of how cute I looked.

I could see it in his eyes — he was growing used to me in that loving husband kind of way, comfortable, but all I had to do was bare some skin and he was really really into me. Or wanted to be into me. I giggled again, so happy, and sprawled back as he dropped his uncomplicated modern kilt to the ground and climbed naked onto the bed beside me.

“So what next, Master Magnus?”

“I was thinkin’ ye could introduce me tae your toys.” He kissed me behind my ear on my neck.

My eyes grew wide. “I showed you last year.”

His brow went up and his smile widened. “Ye showed me one toy, twas quite modest in size and function. I was surprised by it, I thought on it a great deal, but now I ken ye have a much larger collection.”

“Magnus, you were gone for a whole year, so yes, I bought more, and have you been looking in my underwear drawer?”

“Aye, Madame Campbell, I missed the sight of your wee undergarments in all their splendid colors, laying clean and fresh in rows tae be worn. I find them tae be marvelous and there are so many now.” His hand rubbed down my side and up under my shirt. He fondled my breast.

“I kind of got into a thing where I kept buying underwear while you were gone....” I arched toward his fingers.

“So I was lookin’ at your undergarments and there beside them were more toys I haena met yet.”

“You’re serious?”

“Aye. “ He grinned.

I said, “Are you sure? They don’t freak you out? They are for when you aren’t here, occasionally to play with when you are here — you are so much better — more fun. I don’t want you to be worried about your manliness or anything.”

“Have ye seen my manliness? I am nae worried.”

I laughed, “Good point. Okay.” I crawled across the bed to the dresser. I stood in front of my drawer and wiggled my butt for his viewing pleasure.

Magnus moaned happily.

I grabbed my three favorite toys and returned to the bed and dropped them beside him. “These are the only ones that matter.” I sat cross-legged on the bed. “This is Pokey. Pokey meet Magnus, Magnus meet Pokey.”

“What dost ye do with Master Pokey?”

“Oh really, you can’t tell?”

“Nae, I can tell. Twas wantin’ tae hear ye say it.”

“You were gone a very long time. This is Nyum-Nyum.” I held one that was small and curved in the palm of my hand.

“What does Master Nyum-Nyum do?”

I grinned. “Oh Master Nyum-Nyum does anything you want him to do.”