A concept: laying in bed at night with Arthur inside your secluded cabin in the woods, while it's snowing outside. You're both naked and sweaty from your previous heated activities but it feels so nice; Arthur holds your head on his chest as he caresses your hair and tells you of his many adventures between a kiss and another, his strong arms wrapped securely around you. And then you interrupt him.
"Arthur?"
He kisses your temple. "Mh?"
"I love you", you say, squeezing his hand.
He doesn't respond; just holds you desperately tighter.
Hours pass, and you fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
You're happy.












