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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[very_sharpe]

Thomas is sure he's earned some teasing at some point or another - Greta knows him, knows his history, and that they can joke about it at all is, he thinks, a good sign.

"I think I can manage being stuck with you, my dear."

He slides his hands up Greta's back, holding her as he rolls them over and gently lands on top of her.

"You know, I am terribly prone to reckless decision-making," he quips, eyes bright with amusement and adoration as he looks down at her. Teasing at his own expense must be fair game. The fact that he's been working on this decision for months is the punchline. His hand smooths over Greta's thigh and starts to gather her dress higher.

"But I think we'll be alright."

[andhiswife]

Greta has to bite back a laugh as he rolls her onto her back -- the walls are thick enough, but she doesn't want to tempt fate. Instead, she grins up at him, her arms twining around his neck.

"That's true," she says, trying (and mostly failing) to school her expression into one of solemn agreement. Thomas is many things; reckless isn't one of them. His proposal might be the boldest move he's made in their relationship, and he doubtless planned it for months. "I'll have to rephrase the apologies I'm always doling out on your behalf. 'I'm so sorry about my husband; he gets like this, sometimes.'"

Warmth pools in her belly as his hand slides up her thigh, and she wriggles a little, making it easier to push her skirts out from under her. "'You'll have to forgive my impulsive husband, Thomas,'" she gamely continues, her hands drifting down his back to trace along the waistband of his trousers. If he really wants to shut her up, she reasons, he has several options at his disposal. "'He does whatever he likes; there's no reasoning with him...'"

[very_sharpe]

Thomas tries not to laugh, he does, because even if Saoirse is out like a light right now, the last thing they need is for her to suddenly appearing, insisting she heard laughter and concerned she's missing something.

He can't even school his smile, though, struggling with it as Greta's hands tease down his back.

"Oh yes, you'll have to practice that one," he says, attempting desperately to sound solemn. "You'll be trotting it out the most, I think. Really you might want to make some cards or something that you can pass out--"

He stifles a laugh and attempts to silence both of them by sinking into a kiss. He can feel the warmth of her thighs against his hips, the laughter in her chest. And it was perfect.

[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.