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You were normally shy about your body, but tonight was different. Your boyfriend, Richey, was coming home from touring finally. You were dressed in a black silky bathrobe and knee-high black leather boots; nothing else.
You could hear Richey come through the door to the flat you two shared.
“Baby, I’m home. I got us McDonald’s”
You walked out of your bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where the door was. You made sure to keep your robe together with your hand. Richey could see what you had in store for him in a minute.
“Hey cerbiatto,” you said, affection very well apparent in your voice. You were decently fluent in Italian, and the term that translated to “baby deer” had become a favourite for you to use with him.
“Cariad, how have you been?”
“Good, how about you?”
“Tired.” He laughed. You frowned slightly. What if I can’t surprise him tonight? You thought to yourself, worried he’d be too tired to have sex.
“Something wrong, love?” he asked.
“I… wanted to do something for you tonight, Richey.”
“What did you have in mind?”
You decided to hit him with the truth. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”
Richey’s eyes widened. “Oh. I can fix it to where you’re not wearing anything at all.”
You both grinned at each other. The food could wait until after you both were done with each other.