Sunday, March 25th ~*~ Morning
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, biting her bottom lip as her gaze drifted lower. Harry had woke her earlier, and Daphne didn't regret the time they'd spent wrapped in each others arms that morning, but she was already tired. If they didn't have plans for the day, she would have crawled back into bed for a nap.
Their honeymoon had been amazing so far, and she wasn't ready for it to be over. That wasn't to say she wouldn't be happy to see Glen Hollow when the time came. Between the traveling, and the sex ... Good gods, the sex.
Daphne brushed a cautious hand across the top of her breasts, and sighed. They were a little tender. She hadn't said anything to Harry yet, and really, how did you tell your husband that while you loved the things he did to you, you were beginning to get a tiny bit uncomfortable, and suspected that it just might be a matter not being used to quite so much attention.
Most of her hair was pulled up into a clip, and a hint of gloss was brushed across her lips. Daphne puckered once, and smiled at her reflection.
"Not bad, if I do say so myself."
She pulled the bathroom door open and went to look for her husband.