Rating: let's go with PG-13, to be safe-ish
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed from JRR Tolkien
“You taste like the sea,”
he said, and the salt on her
skin made him thirsty
Imrahil awoke, and did not know why he had dreamt of his wife, for he did not do so often.
Pondering, he rose from his bed, soundlessly made his way outside - his night guards unblinking at the sight of their prince about so late -- walked until he stood on the small, private cove where they once swam together when the sea could not be resisted.
He sat above the break of the waves, remembering the flavour of her skin after a swim.