It took him some steady time before he finally knelt down and grabbed the bottle of lotion. This was fine. This was okay. They were in love. They were husband and wife. He was allowed to do this.

"Yeah, well..." He stretched his words out, squeezing out a tiny amount of lotion onto Maribelle's shoulder blades. "It's not like anyone else would see those lines..." After a deep, long breath, he placed his hands on her skin, and began to spread the lotion around. He carefully watched her head to see if he'd do anything wrong or hurt her in any way, though he wasn't sure how he could do either. "You're usually wearing all those layers and dresses. So I guess I'd be the only one to see those lines, and I... really wouldn't mind! It'd kind of be like a memento of this trip."