you had just finished having an evening bachelorette party your close friend had hosted, and your husband, Scaramouche, had come to pick you up

you spotted him waiting outside in the car, he looked at you and smirked. once you got inside he kept staring with that smirk on before he grabbed both your legs and put them on his lap, his hands began caressing your smooth bare legs

“you look so gorgeous baby…”

he whispered in a sultry tone, his big hands moved higher to feel under your dress…