When the relationship started, John didn't really think much of the clothes you wore. To him, you looked amazing in whatever you slipped into. Until you came out in those high waisted shorts and crop top. It was the one time you felt confident enough to wear such a thing, and the way John kept staring at you was making you overly conscious about the decision.

He hurried from the couch; a speed you'd only seen him use when he thought something bad was happening and he scooped you up just as quickly. "What's all this? Say it's for me, luv, please, say you dressed like this for me." John grinned like a child who was getting candy before dinner, "You look absolutely gorgeous. Geezus, I can't even look away."

It was adorable how smitten he was with you in this outfit. Then again, John loved your legs and belly and arms and- well, he could go on all day, and he probably would if someone let him. A pain for Ghost, who was naturally quiet and just listened.

John plopped you onto the couch, peppering kisses all across your jaw and chin as his hands rubbed your legs. "Fresh shave? New outfit?" John mumbled, taking in your whole appearance and feel, "Did I miss something important and now this is my punishment? No, I know! I did something really good and you're rewarding me?"