She called out to him when she closed the door behind her and he came up from the basement slowly. After setting her purse down, she hugged him. "See? I did have a good day after all." He saw her radiance and smiled. "Go deal with your stuff in the car while I go change into something more relaxing." He nodded.
Glancing across some outfits in her closet, she undid her blouse and slipped it off. She stopped and stared down at her wrist for a moment while unbuttoning it and saw a stain on it. She examined it closely then lost focus while she thought of what it could have been. She flashed back to her day and with wide eyes and a gaping jaw, she realized precisely what the stain was.
"Oh my god!" she nearly yelled. She heard him re-enter the house and with the blouse in her hand ran over to him. He stopped to admire her in only her bra but the look she was giving him did not make the pleasant moment last.
"Look at this!" She held the cuff of her blouse up to him. He glanced down at it, curious. "This is you!" She stammered. He too stood slack jawed at the notion. "I've been running around the office all afternoon with this 'Stain' on my shirt." He eyed her, thinking of her embarrassment. "Do you know how embarrassed I would have been if anyone noticed it?" He nodded and didn't shy away his grin. She slapped his shoulder lightly, cursing at him. "Now I've got to wash this and you better hope it comes out." She ended and turned towards the washing machine.
"Judging by the look of the stain," he spoke out to her, "it looks like it came out well." His grin wide and he put away his project materials.
Later, he had started to make their supper and she came in to help. "So much for my good mood now," she mumbled. "You did a nice job of ruining that."
He looked over at her. "I didn't ruin anything. The night's still young and I'm quite sure I can bring you around once more." She thought about it for a while as they enjoyed their meal. She told him again that she did enjoy the riskiness of their interlude during her lunch. "When I noticed the woman passing by, I shooed her away quickly after she grinned so you wouldn't notice." He teased her.
"What??" she choked out. "We were seen too?" She slammed her fist on the table.
No amount of effort could hide his grin and he laughed lightly. "No, I'm kidding." The idea of her being some kind of exhibitionist was not one she took lightly and despite her enjoying the moment, would not want to make public scenes like that again.
He cleaned off the table afterwards and she quickly snatched the half empty bottle of wine and brought it into the living room where there, she would wait for him to do the dishes alone. A fitting punishment for his teasing her so cruelly. "Well, if you need me, I'll be in the basement." He told her, making his way to the stairs.
"Huh?" She was surprised at his comment and looked back over the couch to him. "You said you'd bring me around." She shot him a pleading look. "You promised."
He stopped and stared down the steps, thinking back, he never promised. "I said I could but you don't seem to be in the mood now."
"I need your help with that." She smiled but he didn't see it. When he turned however, she saw her angelic expression, her head resting on the back of the couch and she made a 'come here' gesture with a finger.
He sat on the arm of the couch well out of her reach and she sat up, legs crossed and giddy. Likely because of the wine, he thought and he grinned at her behaviour. She offered both her hands to him and he took them, slipping down to seat himself closer to her and he kissed each of hers. She nestled up to him and they held each other for a few moments, taking in each other's affection.
"I might not look like I'm in the mood, at least to see," she whispered to him. "But I can say I'm still a little excited at what we did earlier." She slipped a hand up inside his t-shirt and lightly teased at his chest.
The act was swift and he spun to face her, gripping both her arms and she let him lay her down across the couch. She let out a sudden gasp as he did so and he topped her. He kissed her softly; tasting the wine on her upper lip then kissed the lower one. "You and your wine." He whispered and her smile was wide.
"My wine." She told him and her hand reached out for her glass on the little coffee table but was too far to reach it.
His eyes followed her arm and laughed when she could not grab it. "No more for you." She let out a groan and he kissed her again, more passionately. She no longer cared about the wine and held him close to her.
Holding himself up with arms at her sides, he gave her a slow glance down her body and noticed her shirt held no buttons. All the better he thought; a quick motion and it would be over her head and out of his way. Leaning back and lowering his head, he rested it at her navel and began nudging at the shirt with his nose while he kissed her stomach, working his way upwards until the fabric could no longer rise, being held down under her back.
"Some things take two to tango, you know." He muttered and she laughed. He reached out to her and she sat up, held by his hands and when she was high enough, he watched as she slipped the shirt off. She fell back to the couch and rested on her elbows.
