PROMPT: Flirt.

Molly couldn't believe it had been 43 years since that day....time had flown. Once in awhile, she vaguely wished they were still so young....but she never wished they were still so in love....reason being: she didn't have to wish; they still were. This morning, had been a perfect example. She had been cooking, leaning over the eggs as they fried, when Arthur came up behind her, unwarningly. He grabbed her tight in his arms and she gasped, but immediately calmed herself in his embrace.

These antics went on all day, as he would sneak up behind her and hug her tight, or caress her arm, 'accidentlly.' At the end of the day, he took her arm and she smirked.

"Arthur, what's gotten into you, today?"

"I've just wanted to be close to you dear....I miss when we used to flirt everyday at school." he replied, looking deep into her eyes as he removed his pants to grab his pajama bottoms. She looked at his boxers for a moment before bringing her eyes back up to meet his again quickly. He smiled and she nodded, walking over to him and draping her arms around his neck, before replying quietly: "Well, you still haven't lost your touch then." He smiled and grabbed her tight.

"No....I haven't." he added, kissing her passionately.