The couple headed inside the residence, clad in their casual clothes for a change. She wore a black skirt, black high boots, and a blue button-up shirt with a black corset on top. You walked in first, placing down the bags with the clothes Helena had bought. As she locked the door behind her, she said, "Thanks for tagging along, even though I know watching me shop isn't your idea of fun." She turned to face you as you sat on the couch with the bags by your side.

"Seeing you try on thousands of dresses? Totally worth it," you replied, causing her to smirk and cross her arms.

"Oh, really? Pervert," she teased. Sitting beside you, she removed her boots and looked over at you. "Not going to lie, though. It was kind of fun seeing you squirm while I tried on all those outfits. Plus, it’s always nice to have my favorite person with me." She kissed your cheek and leaned into your chest, resting against you for a moment.

"We should do this more often," you replied, surprising Helena, who smiled widely and looked up at your face.

"Seriously? Or are you just saying that to keep me happy?" she mused, leaning in to kiss your lips. After the brief exchange of affection, you chuckled and said, "Maybe... but maybe I just want to see you try on a few dresses for me again."

"You’re impossible," she laughed, caressing your cheek and gazing lovingly at your lips. "Well, if you behave, dresses won't be the only thing you get to see me try on. I need new lingerie." She noticed your interest but placed a finger to your lips, shushing you. "ONLY IF YOU BEHAVE," she teased, smirking at you. "Now come on, your wife is starving. Let's put away those bags and get dinner." she said as she kissed your cheek smirking and stood up from the couch.