A/N: nsfw! All mistakes are mine

Distractions

He's been trying for endless minutes now, but sleep just won't come. His eyes are closed and his mind is at peace, but something keeps him up, and he's unable to figure out what.

Most nights he falls asleep early and wakes at the break of dawn. It's been his routine for decades, and it hasn't really changed since he married her. She usually stays up late to work or read, but he doesn't mind. He can sleep even if her light is on, he could probably even sleep through gunshots.

But tonight is different. Something is distracting his mind and it takes a while until he realizes, it's not even a thing, it's her.

He turns to his other side and when he doesn't hear her move he slowly opens his eyes to take a peek. He half expects to catch her looking at him, to check why he rolled over. So he's a little disappointed to find her all focused on her reading, as if she didn't even hear him. And she probably didn't.

The red reading glasses sit straight on her nose, hiding her beautiful eyes that are pacing the lines in the book that's resting on her knees. The long purple nightgown covers most of her legs, but it still shows her perfect figure. He knows it takes effort and resignation on her side to stay fit like this and he never fails to tell her how gorgeous she is.

In fact he's tempted to tell her right now, but it would mean distracting her in her activity. He could just close his eyes again and try to sleep, but his look wonders back on her face instead, maybe he actually wants to distract her.

The thin straps of her gown leave her arms all naked, so he finds more enjoyment looking at that part of her body. He can't really explain why he's pacing her with hungry eyes, until he begins to search his memory for an answer to an important question.

When was the last time?

As the correct answer comes to him, his mind fills with the memories from last Sunday. How long he waited for her to wake up and how their usual morning kiss turned into a lazy, but passionate lovemaking.

It's been almost five days and he has to admit it's quite a long time without such intimate contact between them. So it's no wonder he's seeking it by now, that it actually keeps him from falling asleep.

He has this insanely desirable woman next to him in bed, who he's lucky to call his wife. He's probably living every man's dream. Now if only he could get her to look at him, he would make sure she wouldn't find the book so interesting anymore.

The effort not to disturb her and the wish to distract her are fighting for control in his mind. It would be too easy to just say her name or gently stroke her arm. But he secretly wishes she would get distracted from her reading on her own. He wants her to want the same thing he does right now. He wants her to feel that his eyes are on her, to guess his inner thoughts and wishes.

When she turns the page and continues reading he gets a little disappointed all over again. She hasn't even glanced in his direction ever since he's been watching her. He closes his eyes with a sigh.

"You can't sleep?"

Her whispered question brings back the hope he almost lost seconds ago.

He opens his eyes, expecting to meet hers, but he finds her in the exact same position as before, reading that damn book.

So he waits with his reply, hoping to see her turn to him. But the fear she might end up thinking he has fallen asleep takes over him, so he decides to give her a signal.

He touches her arm with the tip of his fingers, runs them from her shoulder down to her elbow and the satisfaction he feels when she finally glances at him is incomparable. She raises a brow and that's all the encouragement he needs to reach for her glasses, declaring her reading time to be over.

She doesn't really protest, only lets out a silent chuckle realizing his intention as he takes the book away too. He places both objects on his nightstand, just in case she'd change her mind. But by the time he turns back to her he is more than pleased to see the desire in her eyes now, that can only be stilled with an immediate kiss, for a start.

While he leaves a trail of kisses on her neck, his hand finds itsway under the skirt of her gown, so he can run his palm on her legs. Soon both her hands and his lips turn their focus on lower part of her body and she stretches out her legs to allow him better access.

He slowly pulls up her gown, revealing more and more of her bare skin and covers it with kisses. He arrives at the part that's hidden even behind her shortest skirts, so only he is allowed to see what's underneath. It's a privilege he treasures, because he's in love with her body, just as much as her soul.

Her fragile, but all too desirable body is longing for him at this moment. She goes as far as taking off her own nightgown, to let his hands and lips wander around on her skin more freely. Without a bra underneath, her breasts provide the temptation for him now, so he moves upwards to caress them, sinking his teeth in the sensitive skin round her nipples gently.

The urging moans coming from her mouth only make him more daring, so he brings one hand back to her panties to feel how ready she is for him. The evidence speaks for itself and his readiness is also obvious to both of them. She even grabs his pajama pants to encourage his next move.

His thrusts start out slow, but her eyes dictate the pace for him and he drives her to her climax according to her unvoiced wishes. They know each other's needs like they know their own, and the goal stays the same every time. He loves seeing her lose control fully, even if he's only able to observe it for a few seconds before he collapses over her.

A soft kiss on his temple serves as an unvoiced thank you. He never needed too many words to express himself and she's sort of adjusted to him during the time they've been together. They are able to enjoy the other's silence as well, because it doesn't necessarily mean they have run out of things to say. It can also mean that everything is just right.