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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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"You look good to me, M," Alison said softly, looking up at him with a small smile. She wanted to just run a gentle, soothing hand over his skin, despite the wounds. Or… Maybe because of them…

M glanced up at her and moved his head to comply. “Really? Hm… thank you.” He smiled a bit.

Alison smiled at him for a moment longer before she moved to measure him again. "Sorry, again, if my hands are cold…"

M gave a tiny jump when she touched one of his wounds, but he bluntly ignored his pain.
“That is okay,” He whispered softly.

"Sorry," Alison murmured, noticing his jump. She tried to keep the measuring tape as loose as possible and her touch as light and gentle as she could.

M swallowed a bit. He wasn’t sure he liked all of this contact to his chest or not. “That is okay, Alison,” He murmured in return, inhaling and shutting his eyes.

As soon as she was done, she took the measuring tape off of him and recorded the numbers on her paper silently. She hoped she hadn't hurt him, she really wanted to just be as careful and gentle as possible.

M opened his eyes and chewed on his lip. “What’s next?” Hopefully it wasn’t as uncomfortable as his chest.

"Your waist," Alison murmured without looking up from her paper. She had written everything she needed to, but now she was trying to hide the blush working its way up to her cheeks. Not that it was really a big deal that she was measuring his waist, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable because when he was uncomfortable it made her uncomfortable.

M blushed faintly, holding the bandaged wound on his hip. He knew it would probably hurt the most.
“Oh. F-fun.”

Alison nodded slowly as she got the measuring tape out again. She looked up just enough that she could see what she was doing, but she was still trying to hide her blush.

"Sorry," she murmured again as she wrapped it around him gently.

M shifted around some more, a faint blush dusting his face. The tape rubbed up uncomfortably on some of his wounds, but otherwise it didn’t hurt too bad. He hoped Alison wasn’t uncomfortable.

Why must we be so awkward around each other like this… Alison sighed as she finished up the measurements, forgetting that he could probably hear what she was thinking. We're married, for goodness sake. Most married couples do a lot more than this without it being like this. But I suppose we aren't most married couples… His brother is the king, and he has so much work to do that we hardly spend any time with each other now. I should be used to it… Gosh, get it together, Alison. You can survive without seeing him for a while. It's not that big of a deal.

M looked away from her, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, Alison. It must be terrible to have to tell yourself that.” He closed his eyes. I’m a terrible husband. She doesn’t deserve me, of all people.

Alison flushed deeply and looked up at him wide-eyed. "Oh. No, no. I'm sorry. Gosh, M, I'm so sorry. I forget… Gosh, I'm sorry," she stumbled over her words, shaking her head. "Sometimes I just get in a mood, and I need to just rant to myself. I didn't mean it. Well… Most of it. I do miss you, obviously. And I will always want to spend more time with you. But I know you're busy and there's a lot you have to do, so I understand."

M chewed on his lip, shaking his head. “It’s unacceptable that I can’t come home. I do have the time, I just never do. I’m not sure why, honestly…” He sighed softly, opening his eyes and looking at her. “So I’m sorry.”

"Oh… Oh," Alison sighed, blinking a bit at the new information. She shook her head as if to clear it before setting the measuring tape down. Looking up at him softly, she reached up to cup his cheeks in her hands and gave him a small smile. "M, dearest… I love you. I just want you to know that…"

M swallowed a little and rubbed his face, gently grabbing her hands. “Yes. I know that. And I love you too.” He spared a glance at her. “Our relationship just feels different than what it was.”

"That's okay. As long as I'm with you, I don't care," Alison whispered softly, running gentle circles onto his cheeks. "I'll never stop loving you, as I know you never stop loving me, and that's all that matters."

M half-closed his eyes. Was it odd that he was enjoying the close contact? He pushed the thought from his thoughts. It’d be perfectly okay. She loved him, and he loved her…

Alison pulled her hands from his face and gently grabbed his hands in her own. She gave him a small smile before lightly kissing his hand.

“Why don’t we finish up here and go home?” she suggested softly.

M opened his eyes and blinked up at her. “Yeah. Let’s.” He gave her a tiny smile, his cheeks still warm with blush.

“I got all the measurements done, so you just need to pick out the styles and colors you like so we can get them to the employees. I grabbed a few and hung them over here—“ Alison gestured to the hanger on the wall filled with T-shirt’s and color swatches. “—so all you have to do is choose. Unless you liked different ones.”

M looked to each of the shirts, curiously wondering why in the world Alison thought he’d look good in blue. He could give it a shot.
“Alright. Thanks.”

(ALISON: Blue is sensible! I thought you liked it…)

Alison nodded and let go of his hands, giving him a small smile. “Sure. Just let me know when you’re ready, okay? And don’t forget to put your shirt back on, dear,” she added with a slight chuckle.