"Do you want me to leave?”
Orodreth looked up from where he had just pushed his teeth through his wife's skin right above her nipple. Both of their upper bodies were bare, though while Cyldae's long, dark brown curls fell over her back and left her front completely open to her husband's gaze, Orodreth's golden tresses hid most of his slender back.
He grinned at the question and turned around on the couch, splaying himself out with one arm around Cyldae's shoulders and his head against her chest, the red bite marks along his hip bones now proudly on display. Cyldae made not the smallest attempt to cover herself, but instead just winked at the doctor.
"If the smell of a little blood will not drive you as crazy as your little fledglings, you're welcome to stay, dottore," said Cyldae, while Orodreth was practically stripping him with his eyes, before he added: "And if your wife isn't opposed, of course."