Tarakova does not get bored of snuggling his new wife. He could probably spend at least a year in bed with her and not complain.

He is just as happy to cuddle her while she reads, though.

He is over two thousand and she is eighteen; it's really not surprising she gets bored faster than he does.

And the books do help.

She's still too restless to stay in bed all the time any longer inside a week.

That's pretty reasonable of her.

Tarakova rearranges the valley a little so that this room is right next to his monster-sized bedroom. Then he goes for a swim.

...That actually looks really fun, can he teach her how to swim?

Sure!

Swimming is fun! Although it takes longer for her to learn than it might have; swimsuits are not so much involved with the process and she hasn't gotten irretrievably bored with sex. They get distracted a lot.

They have literally all the time in the world. They can get as distracted as they like.

True. 

Learning to swim doesn't hold her attention for much more than a handful of hours at a time, delightful as both it and it's distractions may be. She likes exploring the valley, and she likes using the viewing pool. 

It is a few days later that she calls out to him from the latter location, her voice colored with distress.

The air shifts and twists, and he's standing beside her, not even bothering with a spontaneous door.

She's lying on the floor, curled up in obvious pain. When he arrives she uncurls slightly, wincing, holding out her arms in nonverbal request.

Well that's - really hot, but also - he sits down beside her and hugs her gently. Another twist of space, and they are in bed.

She snuggles up, still not happy but better with a positive to balance out some of the negative.

"'S not normally this bad," she mutters.

"..mm?"

"My cycle," she clarifies. "Cramps."

"- ah."

She looks at the look on his face and gives a wan giggle. "Why am I not surprised you like that."

Snuggle. "Because you know me?"

"It's true, I do. I love you."

"I love you too." He pets her hair.

Snuggle. Occasional pained whimper.

Snuggle. Quiet enjoyment of her pained whimpers.

Eventually she takes one of his hands and places it on her stomach.

Snuggle. "Mm?"

Shrug. "Snuggling makes me feel better. I sort of thought--putting the two things closer together might--"

"Aha."

Well, then, tummy rubs.