~ Flirting your long distance husband

You were brushing your hair, getting ready for bed, when your phone lit up—video call from your husband, currently on a business trip in Switzerland.

"Hey, handsome," you greeted, tilting your head, hair falling over your shoulder.

He smirked immediately. "Those girls are getting bigger."

You blinked. "Girls? What girls?"

He giggled like a teenager. "Those cherries, honey."

You groaned, smacking the camera with your brush. "You're still an idiot."

He proudly held up his hand, wedding ring gleaming. "Yes, ma’am. Your idiot. Forever."

Then, like a true romantic (or deranged man), he caressed the screen. “I swear, I could just… you know, C*m, just looking at your face.”

You blushed. "Can’t you talk like a normal husband? Like, ‘how was your day, darling?’”

He grinned. “I tried using my hand already… I miss your mouth on my—”

“STOP!” You slapped a pillow. “Say one more syllable and I’m ending this call.”

He snorted, nodding like a child caught stealing cookies. “Okay, okay… darling.”

Then you smirked and subtly lowered your collar, flashing a hint of cleavage.

He choked. “No. No no no. You—Ah hell. See you later, honey… I gotta go help my good boy.”

You burst out laughing as he fumbled to end the call, knocking over what looked like a Swiss chocolate fountain in the process.