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Because Ragnelle is the greatest wife EVAR.
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Gawaine ducked into his wife's discreet little bower, unsure if it were crafted or simply found- and to be honest, pretty much uncaring either way. To think that once upon a time, he had trouble with the notion of lovemaking outside a proper bed...well. After seeing the difference it made in his Ragnelle, those days were long in the past.
Thus it was that a straightening Gawaine looked about with a smile, before gently pulling his wife towards the heart of the glade. Cupping her face in his big hands, he just looked at her for a moment or two... Before his lips descended, kissing his bride slow and deep.
Gawaine ducked into his wife's discreet little bower, unsure if it were crafted or simply found- and to be honest, pretty much uncaring either way. To think that once upon a time, he had trouble with the notion of lovemaking outside a proper bed...well. After seeing the difference it made in his Ragnelle, those days were long in the past.
Thus it was that a straightening Gawaine looked about with a smile, before gently pulling his wife towards the heart of the glade. Cupping her face in his big hands, he just looked at her for a moment or two... Before his lips descended, kissing his bride slow and deep.
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He's willing to roll with it, as Ragnelle seems to be awful fond of the practice, but random nudity has rather little to do with his upbringing, you know? You'd catch a chill WAY too easy.
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And he'll LOOK at the kirtle, then LOOK at his wife, and while a less... relaxed man might take offense, he'll instead begin to chuckle a little. "Dost expect me to hide from the elements behind a dress?" She's getting kissed now, as he's just about certain she's messing with him. "Your husband be not so weak as that, my lady."
Which is why she's getting snuggled up to with all his red-blooded Son of Adam manly warmth, and damned be the consequences! ...Though he IS noting the location of his quilted armor-padding for later, once she's fallen asleep.
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