I did not write this the authors name is @twoidiotwriters1 on tumblr, all credit goes to them, enjoy.
A tough winter had fallen upon Avonlea that year, the snow would pile against the windows stopping any kind of light to enter anyone's home, and even if they'd managed to shovel it out of the way, there was no sunlight to reward them for their tough efforts.
However, this weather benefited a few who, in love and with time to spare, needed little excuses to waste their mornings in bed.
Gilbert and you had woken up to a gloomy morning, but instead of letting it ruin your mood, you took it as an excuse to wrap your arms around your lover and nuzzle your face against his chest.
"It's so cold," you muttered against him, "let's stay in bed all day..."
"I have patients, dear..."
"Oh, like anyone would leave their homes just so you could take a look at their runny noses," you grumbled.
"What if they have an emergency?"
"We just installed the phone," you retorted stubbornly, "if they need you desperately, they'll know where to find you."
"Y/N..."
"Have some pity, Gilbert boy," you poked his ribs, "your poor wife is begging you to stay and keep her warm. What if you leave her all alone and she ends up with the worst cold of her life?"
Gilbert chuckled. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"
"Indeed," you continued. "Did you know there's an old proverb that goes 'shoemakers' children go barefoot and doctors' wives die young'?"
"Really?" He frowned. "That's certainly not what I want for us."
"And that's precisely why you'll stay right here, cuddling your wife until she's all warm and sleepy again."
Gilbert tilted your chin up so you would look at him. "I guess I can take one day off."
You moved closer and kissed him lightly, his hand moved from your chin to the side of your neck and deepened the kiss. A little sigh escaped your lips and your fingers went to his curls, holding onto them, gently at first, and then a bit more desperate.
"I've missed you," you mumbled against him.
"I'm right here," he replied, frowning a little.
"Today, yes, but you've been visiting your patients every day from dusk to dawn," you moved away and cupped his cheek, "and I'm so proud but... the house feels so lonely when I come back from my errands and you're not here."
Gilbert's eyes softened. "I didn't know you felt that way, I always thought you were quite... self-sufficient."
"Oh, I am," you frowned, "that doesn't mean I don't love and long for my husband's attentions."
"You long?" He adopted a teasing tone. "Poor thing..." he kissed your forehead, "so abandoned..." then your nose, "with so much love to give..."
His lips traveled to your neck and left a trail of kisses down your throat, his teeth bore into the curve of your shoulder, causing you to gasp.
"I've missed you too..." he whispered against your skin, "my sweet wife..."
"Please..." you whined, keeping his head in place.
"Yes, dear?" He kissed your shoulder. "What do you need?"
"You... just you."
"But how do you want me?"
"However you decide, just don't stop," you concluded, pulling him back to your lips.
Gilbert quickly got to work, he pushed your camisole up and snuck a hand between your bodies, cupping your center.
"You're warm," he lowered his face and breathed in your scent. "Are my hands too cold?"
"N-no," you shifted in your place to give him better access, "you're perfect."
"You're perfect," he retorted, "so soft..." his hand slowly traveled up and cupped one of your breasts, "so easy to arouse..."
"Gilbert," you sighed.
"I know," he cooed, "I'm getting there."
His lips left your neck and moved down, kissing and sucking the soft skin on your other breast. His digits pinched and massaged your nipple, he switched his attentions from one breast to the other, lightly grinding his hips against yours.
Your hands grasped the edge of his sleeping pants and pushed them down slightly, the light patch of hair at the base of his stomach making you moan at the sight.
Gilbert silently took off his clothes, taking his time so you had a moment to appreciate him properly, then he placed himself between your legs and helped you sit, pulling the camisole completely off your body.
"Look at me," he asked lowly, you obliged right away, "give me your hand."
You did. Gilbert took it with one of his and gently guided you to his member. He gave glanced at you to make sure you were okay with this, and you pecked his lips as a response. His free hand went to the back of your head and kept you close to his mouth. Your noses brushed, the room started to feel warm all of a sudden.
Your fingers wrapped around him the way you knew he liked, Gilbert let out a soft groan the moment you started moving. His hand abandoned your wrist and looked for your center, you spread your legs a bit more and he pushed his hand forward, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing against it.
"There we go," you felt him smiling, "ride my fingers, Y/N."
He slipped one finger inside you, then two, and after barely a few minutes you had three of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. Your hand squeezed him lightly, thumb circling his tip while your other hand clung to his thigh.
Your moans were mixing together, your mouths so close you could even imagine each breath he took going through yours.
"I love what you're doing... but I need you around me," he spoke, almost begging.
"Do it," you replied, pulling him so he laid on top of you.
Gilbert took his fingers out and licked them clean without breaking eye contact. He spread your legs open entirely and lined himself with your entrance.
"You're soaked," he said in awe, running his tip up and down your folds.
"All for you, Gilbert boy," you replied charmingly.
He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, then he gently dropped it beside you and held onto your thighs, driving into you firmly. Gilbert moved so now your chests were brushing against each other, your legs wrapped around him, desperate to push him deeper inside you.
"Do that again," he moaned.
You moved your legs again, but this time your hand went up to his curls and pulled lightly, Gilbert's face was pure bliss.
"Such a good husband," you panted, "so good to me..."
"Do you like it when I'm inside you?" He whispered. "Does it feel good?"
"So good, my dear," you kissed his jaw, "don't stop..."
Gilbert placed a hand next to your head for leverage and started to move faster, you were moaning non-stop, almost screaming his name. He was getting closer, but he wanted you to finish with him, so he snuck a hand between you and rubbed tight circles around your clit.
"Oh—! Yes! Don't stop, Gilbert, please..."
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," he said breathing harshly.
It took him a moment, but eventually, you started to clench around him and he knew it was time. He looked for your lips blindly and drowned your moans as you came, and in exchange, you muffled his low growls and whimpers as he finished inside you.
His thrusts slowed down until he was practically still above you. Your hands ran through his hair lovingly.
"You're okay?" You asked him quietly.
Gilbert lifted his face, a healthy blush on his cheeks and a youthful shine on his eyes. "I'm more than okay."
You smiled at him. "Good. Are you happy you stayed?"
"Happy?" He asked in disbelief. Gilbert shifted and started to leave kisses all over your face with each word he said. "You are the most wonderful woman on earth— I love you so much."
You giggled, stopping his attack by cupping his face and pulling him toward your lips. "I love you too."
"Are you hungry?"
"No. But I am a bit sleepy."
The young man carefully moved out of you to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you closer. "Let's go back to sleep then. It's still early."
"Okay... and Gilbert?"
"Hmm?"
"I meant what I said before. I'm very proud of what you do to help others, so don't ever feel guilty for doing so. What I said was just so I convinced you to stay today."
"I know," he chuckled, "thank you, Y/N."
"I love you."
"I love you more."