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“Really? Just like that?”
Madison arches a perfectly sculpted brow at her husband, who looks at her reflection from their bathroom mirror like she’s the most amusing thing he’s ever seen in his life (she is).
“Why not?” he says with a shrug, grabbing the glass of water on the side to rinse his mouth. “I think it’s sexy.”
“You think everything’s sexy.”
“Everything you do is sexy.”
Madison laughs. Kevin turns to her, his grin now replaced with something more suggestive, teasing. Madison can feel just how much fun he’s having with her right now, asking him for the one thing she’s always been curious to do but never had the courage nor the intimacy to pull off.
“You’re gonna have to bend down,” she says. “You’re too tall.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Kevin says, and before she can even think of protesting, Kevin lifts her up so she’s sitting on the bathroom vanity, her bare feet brushing against the cabinets beneath her.
“God, Kev, a little warning, please,” she says without heat. Her eyes are bright, excited. She obviously isn’t too bothered by her husband’s ease of lifting her to sit on places she shouldn’t be sitting on.
Kevin leans forward, his arms winding around her to grab the razor and the shaving cream by the sink.
“I can’t believe that shaving a man’s face is in your bucket list,” he says, shaking his head. “I feel like the more you tell me what’s in it, the less I think it’s actually a bucket list.”
“Hey,” she says, pulling his face closer to hers. “You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine. No judging.”
“You know I’m not,” Kevin says with a laugh, leaning forward so he can rest his forehead on hers. Madison pushes him back a little so she can actually get to shaving his face, but Kevin’s wildly entertained at what’s to come and he watches her, beyond amused now as he hands her the tools, her eyes brightening in pure excitement.
The utter euphoria on Madison’s face has him wanting to abandon the activity altogether so he can carry her to their bed and have his way with her, but he knows his wife won’t forgive him for getting her hopes up about shaving his face only to not deliver in the end. And he is never good at disappointing her.
“Don’t ruin my face,” he says, brown eyes warm. “Think of the twins’ tuition fees.”
Madison arches backwards to tie her hair up into a messy bun, ensuring that no stray wisps of hair will interfere with her line of sight. Then she places her hands on his shoulders and guides him to stand just between her legs, seemingly nonchalant of the provocative position. Gently tugging his face closer to hers, she dispenses some of the shaving cream into her small hands and proceeds to draw a moustache on his face with it.
“Oh, dear god,” Kevin says as Madison throws her head back in laughter. Kevin softly pinches her sides, making her laugh even harder before pushing him back with a promise to behave.
Kevin can’t deny how beautiful she looks. Cheeks warm, eyes bright, all happy. All his.
Madison smooths over the artistic perfection of his foam facial hair before grabbing the razor and tracing along the sides of his jaw and his mouth. The bathroom’s silent, save for the sounds of her dipping the razor in a cup of water to rinse it.
Kevin’s hands, unbidden, slide around her waist and Madison glances up at him briefly before she turns his face the other direction, careful not to nick his skin as she unveils more and more smooth flesh.
“Okay, don’t kill me,” she says after finishing, “but I don’t know if I actually like you without facial hair.”
Kevin turns to her, mouth open in shock.
“You tell me this now? After you’ve already done half my face?”
Madison runs her hand across his smoothed-out cheek.
"I mean, I’ll still love you without it," she breathes, suddenly painfully aware of Kevin’s fingers skimming under the edge of her top, gently rubbing her skin. “But maybe like just a fraction less.”
“Wow, wow. I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“I said I’ll still love you,” she retorts, legs winding around him as much as possible to pull him closer, not that he hasn’t already taken a few steps towards her, his peppermint fresh breath now mingling with hers.
Madison cleans off the last of his stubble just as the hand that was slipping under her shirt is suddenly down by her butt and over her lace shorts that she wears to sleep as Kevin tugs her to him.
“All done,” she says, a bright smile on her face as she admires her handiwork. Kevin leans to the side to check his face out in the mirror.
“Not bad,” he says, impressed. He catches her smiling at him, and he leans forward to nuzzle her cheek, loving the feel of her smooth skin against his. Madison wounds her arms around his neck, fingers drumming over his spine.
She hears him sigh deeply as she works her fingers over the coiled knots in his shoulder. “Downside though is the kids may not recognise you.”
“What do you mean?” he mumbles, lips brushing her neck with every word.
“There was this TikTok video of this dad who shaved all his facial hair off, and I kid you not, Kev, his daughter cried so hard when she saw him thinking he was a random stranger or something.”
Kevin lifts his face off her neck and gapes at her.
“I don’t want our kids to be scared of me, babe!”
“I mean, you don’t know if they’ll actually not recognise you. It’s not like you had a beard or anything.”
Kevin is so lost at the thought of his children crying and running away from him that it’s practically reflex when he picks Madison up from the counter and carries her back to their bedroom.
“You think I can pull of a beard?” he asks as he tosses his laughing wife on the bed.
“Maybe even a moustache,” she agrees.
Kevin tosses his shirt somewhere in the room and crawls over till he’s hovering just above her.
“Done,” he says, leaning forward to nuzzle his smooth face over hers. “Then maybe in a few years you can shave that off too.”
“The kids will definitely not recognise you then.”
“Honey.”