You haven’t had a chance to get him to yourself all week, and you absolutely hated it. He had overtime nearly every day, and when he came home he immediately fell asleep.

And you’d decided that you’d do something about it. You dig through your closet, pulling out a lingerie set and a matching negligee, pulling them on as quick as you could.

You stumble to the living room, watching as his car pulls into the driveway, muttering a soft “Fuck” before plopping onto the couch, trying to find a nice pose.

You were too caught up to notice the sounds of his keys opening the door, when his eyes land on you, he sighs softly “You don’t have to pose..” he says softly, closing the door behind him.

He puts his case down, slipping his shoes and coat off “You could’ve told me you had felt a certain way.. you must’ve really wanted this.” he murmured, loosening his tie, watching your expression shift into anxiety.

“C’mere.” he said calmly, watching as you scramble to stand up with a grin on his face “I don’t understand why you thought you needed to dress up for this.” he whispered in slight awe, looking at the lingerie you had on.

He picked you up quickly, carrying you to your shared bedroom, sitting you on the bed “How do you want it?” he said calmly, slipping the negligee off almost feverishly, smiling faintly.