Why Dimitri Broke His Phone
A short snippet of a thing I wrote a while ago that has been sitting in my Docs ever since. Now my Tumblr isn’t empty anymore, yay!
Dimitri was sitting at the head of the large marble table in the conference room, listening to a presentation Ferdinand was giving on the quarterly earnings report, when his phone buzzed out a notification. It was a common occurrence in meetings. Dimitri was a busy man, lucky to get a moment of reprieve as he worked ten-hour days most of the time. Thinking it was a reminder for his next meeting, he flicked his eye down to his phone and saw that he'd received a message from Byleth.
Curious, he picked up his phone. Ferdinand paused in his speech, but Dimitri motioned for him to continue. It was likely she was texting him to ask him to stop for something at the store on the way home. He opened the message and saw her text.
Having lunch with Mercie, which shoes look better?
He scrolled down to look at the picture she'd sent after the message and had to cover up his groan with a fake cough.
"Are you alright, sir?" Ferdinand asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine." Dimitri set his phone face down on the table and took a drink of his water. "Please continue, Ferdinand."
As Ferdinand started to speak again. Dimitri reached over and turned his phone over to peek at the picture again.
Byleth had sent a picture of her legs, encased in black lacy tights, wearing two different shoes. Although the angle of the camera showed only her legs he could tell she was sitting on their bed. The peek of her black panties in the corner of the picture told him she wasn't wearing anything other than the tights. Steeling himself, he replied.
Her next message came two hours later as he sat on a conference call.
Look what I did! White shirts and food don't mix. This is why I wear black most of the time…
The picture underneath was of her white shirt, with a large red stain on the front, but the shirt was cut low and all he had eyes for was her cleavage. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose as he replied.
Sorry about your shirt but...dearest you really can't send me pictures like this while I'm at work.
Another picture loaded and she wasn't wearing the shirt anymore. Another and her bra was off with only her hand covering her breasts from view as her face wore a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow. A loud gasp escaped him and he was thankful his phone on the conference call was muted. He bit his bottom lip and responded to his wife.
He saw that she was typing a response and waited, not even pretending to pay attention to the call he was on anymore.
You could always stop looking at your phone...
The next set of three pictures came through. She was lying naked on their bed and the shots showed closeups of her hand on her breast, her hand on her abdomen, her hand between her legs.
Or you could come home early and join me
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