It had been a fun, lazy Sunday. They had done chores around the house and some yardwork and just kind of hung out together. It was a day that just worked in every sense of the word. He sat on the couch watching some mindless show on television when she walked into the living room.
She was dressed like he was. A tee shirt and a pair of shorts. He watched her approach him and was just amazed how she looked just as, if not more, beautiful like this than when she put on all that make up and all those beautiful clothes and those high heels. She was just naturally beautiful.
He smiled as she stood in front of him, took the remote control from his hand and pressed the off button. She straddled his lap as she put the remote on the table beside the couch. He felt the warmth of her body as she nestled into his lap. She didn't say anything, she just looked absolutely beautiful as her hands came up to his face and cupped it and she leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.
She was always amazed at how lucky she was to have him. They never really fought. Sure, they disagreed on things, but they always worked it out. He respected her as much as she respected him and she loved him for that. He was great looking, but he was such a good person she didn't even care. It was a nice bonus. His soul turned her on. That was so much more important than his amazing looks. And she knew he felt the same about her.