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Ophelia was not necessarily the most warm being available and had asked if Anduin wanted her to write to Wrathion for help, the black dragon having a tremendous amount of body heat to offer. Upon the suggestion, Anduin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into bed. He was having one of his bad days, his body in pain due to the cold front that had rolled in a day or so ago. A nice blanket of snow painted Stormwind in white as the King and Queen laid under a thick blanket of their own. Ophelia placed a few gentle kisses to his neck and chin before looking up at him, gentle caresses of affection across his chest. He had stubble forming but it was so blonde and barely there that nobody would notice had they not been this close to him. She also took note of the bags under his eyes, knowing that what he had been through was slowly yet quickly catching up to him. The bell falling on him many years ago was what caused his current chronic pains and the war they had just faced as well as an Old God didn't prove to make him feel any younger. His father's death still weighed on him at times as well as the feeling of the prior king's absence around the holidays. The two of them had been through quite a bit together but she wouldn't have had it any other way. If anybody was going to make sure they didn't die, it might as well be each other. She certainly noticed too that he looked just like his father, the resemblance growing by the day. Anduin quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You're staring." He remarked.
"I'm possibly gawking. I'm taking in every feature, my love...that's all. We don't get many days like this as the King and Queen of Stormwind. I wish it was under different circumstances, I hate it when you're in pain." She said, resting her head on his chest after he rolled onto his back.
"Well, luckily I have a beautiful woman in my bed to cuddle and rub every sore spot away." He said
"There's a third woman in her bed? Where are you hiding her?" She asked, earning the infamous eye roll.
She giggled, moving to sit up and pull away. This earned a whine from him that turned into a moan as she began to carefully rub his bad knee. They had cleared the day, Greymane and Shaw seeing to urgent matters for them. It was starting to come down outside, big fluffy flakes from the sky, and yet the couple couldn't be bothered about it. A fire had been lit and was the only thing illuminating the room as clouds had settled over to create a dark day. Her hands worked his arm now, shoulder to the wrist.
"You don't have to do this." He said
"You're right, I don't. I want to do this." She said, sliding her hands across his chest to his other arm.
"I'm starting to think you only want an excuse to touch me while I don't have a shirt on." He said, earning a non-verbal shrug as an answer.
He looked up at her then, affection and love shining through as he did so. If her heart could skip a beat, it absolutely would. Ophelia was very aware of the love Anduin and her shared but she had her apprehensions. It had taken a while after being risen for Ophelia to accept her new body as well as what that meant for her relationship with her husband. Her skin was cold but Anduin didn't seem to mind, and at times she felt repulsive. Not like herself. There was influence from the light within her that caused her to study everything she could about the Naaru. They were the purest form of the Holy Light and were probably the reason she could see some of those who had passed on before when they went to visit Varian, even seeing him. She enjoyed the time with him but found the whole thing a little strange.
Ophelia didn't believe in an afterlife or the Light or anything religious until she was risen from death. Anduin cupped her cheek, pulling her out of the thoughts of her body and existence. He looked worried at first when she had looked up at him, knowing these thoughts plagued her at times but smiled slightly as she smiled at him. He pulled her into a gentle kiss that soon took on a much more passionate tone. Anduin swiftly forgot about the aches of his bones while Ophelia embraced him. Not much clothing had to be shed, gentle kisses places all over each other. They didn't care to be quiet, knowing they'd earned this time together after everything. She grasped the headboard, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as one hand rested on her hip. His mouth was preoccupied, lapping at her clit as two fingers curled inside of her against that sweet spot that had her writhing above him as an orgasm shook her to the core.
She wasted no time in sliding onto his cock, kissing him as she slowly moved up and down at first. She was very careful with him, noting the pains he had been feeling earlier as he sat up and grasped her hips again. He angled to where his thrusts could meet hers now, both of them soon sweating and moaning together from the slow build towards the ecstasy they would feel together. It was like a dance, slow and deliberate but a dance Anduin didn't have to worry about his knee with. She rested her forehead against his as another orgasm took her, his making him pull her in for a kiss as the feeling washed over him. They kept as this well into the nigh until they were both spent. They laid there next to each other, panting and smiling like fools.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked
"I don't know, maybe you should try that new technique you just did one more time." He said, earning a gentle slap to his arm.
"You're ridiculous." She said
"Strange, I've only heard that about you." He said
She giggled and laid her head on his chest.
"Rest, my love...we'll need to be back to work tomorrow." She said, closing her eyes.
Anduin was 'gawking' now that she was very quickly asleep. He was not repulsed by her, not one bit. How could he be? Ophelia had been the love of his life for as long as he could remember and had also been there whenever he truly needed somebody. She was his best friend and one of the most beautiful beings he had ever seen in his whole life. They had both matured rather quickly but even in death, his wife was beautiful to him. Inside and out. He closed his eyes, soon falling asleep with her in his arms. This was as peacefully as they had managed to live together, even with the stress of being a monarch. Ophelia still ran errands for Shaw occasionally while also having him and Flynn over for dinner once a week. She also did the same with Magni, Wrathion, and Jaina as they came around. A big happy family, Ophelia and Anduin could finally live happily ever after.
Well....until the sky split open.