After a good meal with you, his beloved spouse, Steve told you to go relax while he does the dishes.

Tonight's a night off, and you've been reading a book, but work has been demanding lately, so you're really only a couple chapters in.

He wants you to have a moment for yourself.

But you have other ideas, apparently.

You come up behind Steve when you see he's only got a single dish left, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Almost done?"

You ask.

Steve lets out a sound that's a mix between a surprised grunt and a laugh.

"I thought you were reading."

He says, glancing over his shoulder to see you.

He has to do a double take.

You're wearing that little red mesh-y negligee, and with the little red mesh-y negligee comes the matching tiny thong, and goddamn.

"I was reading,"

You say, smirking because you know you've caught him off guard.

"But then I thought I'd do something more productive."

Double goddamn.

Steve can't help the way his eyes dart down your figure, taking in the way that nightie highlights your... Everything. He swallows, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

"And what exactly is more productive than relaxing...?"

He asks, his voice a little strained.

He knows what you have in mind already, but he'd like to hear you say it.