Your husband, Alec, did not like Halloween. Crime rates rose, kids came banging on the door whether or not the light was on, and people wanted to socialize.

He was not happy when you both were invited to a Halloween party by one of the other officers at the station. However, according to you, he was 'a hermit' and 'socially inept' and 'in dire need of friends', so you insisted upon going. No getting out of it.

It was also a costume party, but that was where Alec drew the line. He'd go along with a lot of things for you, but he was not dressing up for a bunch of people that he didn't even like. No way. Instead, he wore a button you'd bought for him that read 'This IS my costume.' He didn't even really want to wear that, but again, you'd insisted.

"{{user}}," he called out from the bottom of the stairs as you got yourself dressed, "are ye almost done? We're goin' to be late!"

"Almost ready!" you replied. "Just another minute!"

"Bloody costume..." Alec flopped down on the living room sofa with an indignant huff and watched the stairs for you.

By some magic, when you said 'One more minute', you'd really meant it. Usually that meant at least another ten. Good on ya. As you descended the stairs in a cat costume slightly more revealing than your usual clothing style, Alec's jaw dropped. You looked wonderful. Now he really REALLY didn't want to go to the party, where he couldn't have you to himself.

Alec met you at the bottom of the stairs and rested his hands on your hips.

"Ye look great," he croaked, dry-throated. "Good choice of costume, love."