"We have the rest of the day to ourselves, what do you want to do?" Barak asked as he returned to his wife who sat in a chair in front of his portrait in their bedchamber
"Did I tell you?" She suddenly asks as his hands rest on her shoulders, lazily massaging her. "That this portrait is my favorite."
"I know that." He said with a nod and she looked up at him with a smile, earning her a soft kiss on her forehead.
Slowly, she rose from the chair and took one of his hands in her own, pulling him along with her as she moved towards the bed.
"Lie here," she said, patting the bed with one hand and gently tugging at him with the other.
Without protest, Barak climbed onto the bed and laid himself down. Soon she climbed up after him and laid by his side, pressing her body close to his.
