Do me this honor

[very_sharpe]

Thomas planned a day. It isn't exactly their anniversary - that has come and gone - but he still wants to give Greta a lovely time. Brunch at a place they both like, followed by a matinee of a ballet performance and a walk through the park and maybe a little bit of leisurely but last minute Christmas shopping. Tea at the little cafe they had their first date.

All of it is to give Greta a day off, and more than that, to simply enjoy themselves together, not as parents or as people that needed to work. Sure, he's decided to make plans to take Saoire to see The Nutcracker now, especially since Greta thinks she'll enjoy it. But beyond that, it's rather lovely to be free of any obligation for the day.

It's easy enough to decide to walk home - it's an unseasonably nice evening and there's no rush, they can be leisurely.

"I had a lovely day. Thank you for indulging me," he says to Greta as the house comes into view.

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[andhiswife]

He kisses her not a moment too soon, and she smiles against his lips, the laughter that had been threatening to bubble out of her escaping, instead, as a sigh. She loves making him laugh. It's always been its own reward, if only because she's gathered that 'full of laughter' wouldn't describe the life he led before they met. That he's found such an agreeable way to stifle it is a bonus.

She draws him down to her, loving the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, her thighs tightening unconsciously around him. "I believe," she murmurs, only barely breaking the kiss, her lips still brushing against his as she speaks, "you offered to give me a hand with something." There are plenty of perks to taking their time and drawing things out, of course, but that doesn't mean she isn't growing increasingly desperate for the feeling of his hands on her skin.

[very_sharpe]

"Did I? And what was that? If it was getting you out of this dress, we might have stifled our efforts," he quips, giving the fabric a firmer tug to try and get it higher around Greta's hips.

Thomas eases back, giving Greta bit more room to maneuver though he is reluctant to give up their closeness. "Come on," he encourages, a little laugh still in his voice. "You're far too dressed for this proceedings."

Levity is something that's long been missing from his life before Greta came into it. That they can still tease each other in the midst of undressing is something. But he wants to be closer, and he has a head start on undressing.

[andhiswife]

"Ugh," Greta grumbles in a general protest that might cover both his joke and the predicament (such as it is) in which they've found themselves. "You did," she insists, though she's also fully aware that the most practical thing he can do is back away a bit, and that's the last thing she wants.

Well, the second-to-last thing. The actual last thing is being stuck in this frock for the entirety of the proceedings.

So she sighs in disappointment when he draws back, but also wastes little time in wriggling out of her sleeves. With a little help from Thomas, she pulls the garment up over her head, and -- after a giggle-inducing few moments of feeling as if she's camping beneath the bloody skirt -- she's finally free. Her hair is a little worse for being dragged several which ways by the fabric, but she's finally down to just her underthings and a slip (and that is loose enough to offer little resistance).

"Huzzah," she says as they dump the dress off the edge of the bed, and then she winds her arms around him with a much happier sigh. "I've missed you terribly," she murmurs.