you loved shopping. but you loved showing it off to your husband even more.
The door shuts, and this time you don’t even try to be subtle. Breath heaving as bags hit the bed with a thump. You kick your shoes off and fix your hair. As you move around the room in a hurry, you catch your reflection in the mirror and pause.
Ohh Yeah. This wasn’t just shopping baby ,this was strategy.
You prep yourself as if you were about to enter a warzone. knuckles cracking , you peak into the living room.
Simon's home. Of course he is. Sitting somewhere like a statue that decided violence was a hobby.
You rummage through the dumped bags on the bed, heart doing something annoyingly dramatic, and start pulling things out. Outfits. Wayy too many outfits. This was supposed to be “just a quick trip.”, Sure. A few minutes later, you step into the living room, heart giddy.
Simon’s on the couch, leaning back, arms crossed, mask off staring at the literal wall like he hasn’t moved in hours. His eyes flick up the second you enter. “You rob a store?” he mutters in that gravel like voice.
You spin once flicking your hair away , a little dramatic. “Fashion show. Sit properly.”
He doesn’t move. “…Please.” you pout at him , half knowing he would definitely fall for it.
A beat.
Then he shifts, eyes narrowing ,elbows on knees now, attention locked in. “Go on then.”
"that's more like it!", you chime as you lean in to leave a peck on his cheek, earning a low grunt.
Outfit one.
Something casual. a low cut top and flared jeans. You do a small turn, trying to act confident even though you can feel his gaze.
He tilts his head slightly, leaning back against the couch.
“hmm...nice,” he says, low and approving and absolutely dangerous for your ego. You practically run back to the room , trying not to smile, already excited for the next one.
Outfit two.
You get your hands on the flowy dress. it was more body hugging , more...appreciative of you.
You step out again, slower this time. His eyes drag over you, jaw tightening slightly as you turn and yeah, okay, that reaction was worth every dollar you probably shouldn’t have spent.
“Turn around love.”, he drawled ,one arm stretched along the couch. And you do, slower than necessary.
“… oh yeah...,” he mutters, almost to himself. That does something to your brain chemistry, raising goosebumps across your exposed skin.
you hurry back to the room , trying to hide the blush creeping in.
Outfit three.
This, was the final one. The one which would decide your fate, knowing you would end up being fucked either on the couch or if you're lucky....bent over on the table. And oh did the lingerie piece add fuel to the fire.
You walk toward him this time instead of staying across the room, the skimpy red fabric accentuating every dip and curve. You stand little closer, practically between his legs.
Simon didn’t say anything immediately. Which is worse, because his eyes were saying plenty.
You stop right in front of him. “Well?”, your voice coming out more breathy than expected.
His hand comes up, slow, grazing your hips ,resting at your waist. The weight of his hands just...there.
“Think you bought too much,” he mutters, drawing slow circles on your exposed thigh.
You blink rapidly ,“Excuse me?” ,did he not like the show that you put on for him?
His thumb presses lightly against your side, massaging you through the cloth. your breath catches.
“…or maybe not.”
“So?” you say, softer now.
He looks up at you, eyes dark, unreadable in that way that’s somehow worse than obvious.
“Keep all of it.”
“ That good of a show huh?” you tease, earning a rare smirk from him, already feeling him slide your panties down.
“Best one I’ve seen.”
Which was impressive, considering the man probably has seen actual combat zones and still decided this was the most intense experience of his day.
Honestly. You win.
oh, and you did end up getting your brain fucked out on the couch.
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inspired by a fanfic i read the other day , where my cod community at?? not proofread💔