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Julieta let out a proud sigh of relief as she looked over at her wardrobe. She’d just spent the last hour and a half reorganizing it when she had decided to do some cleaning and rearranging in her room, and she was very happy with the results. She owned a lot of clothes and had made sure the dresses, blouses and skirts she actually used were now in the front, while the clothes she rarely or never used were thrown to the back of the wardrobe (of course, most of the clothes were in different shades of teal, her favorite color).
She felt good about the rearrangement, because now she wouldn’t have to look through everything in a frenzy during early mornings, trying to find something she would actually wear. Because before, it could take her minutes of looking through dresses she hasn’t worn since she was twenty, along with clothes she only wore for special occasions until she finally found something appropriate for everyday wear and kitchen work.
Now, at least one moment of stress would be eliminated from her morning routine.
The woman puts her arms up in the air and stretches before she turns to her right to check the clock on the wall. There was still about an hour and a half until she had to start her dinner, so she could keep cleaning for a while more. After all, she had already started, and it would feel much better to be finished all in one go, instead of having to find another day to continue the job.
She wanted her living space to be in pristine condition, after all, especially since half of her room was a private kitchen and she didn’t want any eventual food to be contaminated by anything.
Julieta spent the next thirty minutes sweeping the floor, happily humming to herself as time passed. She was humming the song Agustín and her had been singing together earlier that day when he had watched her make breakfast. That cute, adorable song he always sings in an attempt to get some kisses out from her between laughter. She felt much more confident in humming that song during the day than some other songs he sometimes sang for her. It’s been a while she realized as she was gathering the last of the dust, yes, she really needed to ask him to sing that song for her again soon, or perhaps play it for her on the piano.
Yes, she knew he would obey her request. Their three year wedding anniversary was coming up the following week, and she knew he would love to include some music in their celebration. Julieta could already imagine herself swooning over Agustín and his musical talent, truly looking forward to their anniversary.
Julieta puts the broom to the side as she’s done sweeping, and then decides to take a look inside of Agustín’s closet before she calls it a day with the cleaning. She knew he would appreciate coming back to a clean, organized wardrobe after having been out doing chores all day with Félix and Bruno.
The moment she opens the wardrobe, Julieta’s palm hits her face as she lets out a tired groan.
“Ay Agustín!”
His wardrobe is a mess, clothes thrown into it in what looked like a hurry, nothing folded at all. She puts her hand on her hip as she looks over the damage and then rolls her eyes, yes, she would definitely need to remove everything and fold every piece of clothing. Maybe even iron most of them.
The state of Agustín's wardrobe did puzzle her though. Agustín was a tailor after all, and he treated every piece of clothing, and every piece of fabric with absolute care, like if he was handling a newborn child. Him just throwing everything into the wardrobe, not even caring about proper folding when he always wanted to look so neat and proper in his suits and vests, that was really out of character for the man. When he returned, she would have a chat with him out of genuine curiosity.
She scooped as many items as she could into her arms and threw them onto their bed, and repeated the same motion several times until Agustín’s wardrobe was empty. She takes the first pair of pants she can see and folds them, repeat. Julieta works on autopilot, and soon she places the first ten pairs of pants into the wardrobe and decides to focus on some shirts.
She chuckles as she holds a white shirt up in the air, seeing several very large marks of pink lipstick staining the sides of the collar. That had been the shirt Agustín had worn on their latest date a few weeks prior, and Julieta distinctly remembering leaving the marks on his shirt to tease them as they were walking home, hand in hand during the sunset. Looks like he had forgotten about the marks and thrown the shirt back into the wardrobe instead of into the laundry, that sweet man.
Julieta throws the shirt into the laundry and moves on.
Next she picks up a light blue shirt that she knew that Agustín liked to wear together with his striped navy vest and matching dark pants. She hadn’t seen him in that outfit in forever, which was a shame. He looked extremely handsome in it, and the material was so soft and smooth too.
A few seconds pass as she looks at the shirt, and a fun idea emerges from her mind. It would be hilarious if she tried on some of Agustín’s clothes. They’d always made her feel curious, and it would be a fun break after folding so many outfits. She deserved some goofy fun between the chores, after all.
So, she throws her dress to the side without a second thought and slides her arms into the shirt. It was a bit too big for her. Agustín might be lanky, but he was still about a head taller than her with a much boxier frame than hers. She had to roll up the sleeves and then began to button up the shirt. Even if the buttons were on the side she wasn’t accustomed to, she managed it pretty quickly, having had plenty of practice whenever she stole some of Agustín’s sleeping shirts as her own.
The next thing she does is look for the pants that match the shirt and the vest that she would eventually put on. At first she thinks putting them on wouldn’t be much of a problem, she would just need to roll up the legs one or twice. After all, her legs were thinner than Agustín’s.
As it turned out, putting on the pants was not as easy as she had imagined. Yes, her legs were thinner than Agustín’s, but only her lower legs. Her thighs however were larger, and she began to feel the tight fabric against her skin. Agustín’s suit pants were almost always just a little tight on him (just the way Julieta liked it), but in a way that it didn’t bother the man. If they were just a little too tight for Agustín, they were extremely tight on Julieta, especially when it came to her hips.
She let out a curse as she could barely pull the pants over her hips, and much less button them up. It made sense though, Agustín had tailored these pants after his own proportions, and as a lanky man with the proportions of a stick, he very much lacked the larger than average hips that decorated Julieta’s body. She didn’t know how she managed, but in the end she managed to pull the pants on, but she had given up on buttoning them properly.
She moves on to the vest and puts it on with grace, and as she looks at herself in the mirror she laughs at how boxy she looks until she places her hands on her waist, the loose clothes suddenly pressed against her body and revealing her true body shape. As she’s in the middle of her laughter, she hears the door to her bedroom open up, and she quickly turns around to see her husband standing in the doorway. His gaze meets her, and Julieta sees how he looks at her, up and down several times. It makes her face flush.
“You look absolutely gorgeous in my clothes”, Agustín finally says as he closes the door behind him, and Julieta lets out a laugh as she spins around.
“Thank you, thank you,” she replies as she lets her arm rest on his shoulder as she presses a kiss onto his lips. She feels his hand gently touch her waist. “The shirt and the vest are comfortable, but your pants are killing me.”
“Really?”
“Hips, Agustín. My hips are too big, the pants are so tight that they’re almost painful. I can’t button them properly and they’re seconds away from falling off, I think. I’m not used to wearing pants.”
Agustín chuckles as he presses a kiss onto her forehead. Julieta’s heart skips a beat and she simply wants her husband to get closer and closer. She hadn't seen him since lunch, and had missed him and his gentle touch dearly. He was so warm next to her. She bites her lip in anticipation.
“Well, wrong size or not, you do pull off pants rather well.”
She rolls her eyes.
“You’re just saying that because you like to see the shape of my legs.”
He laughs.
“Well, can you blame me? You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“That’s something I like to hear.”
His hands keep running over her hips in a way that makes her melt. Julieta presses a kiss onto the side of Agustín’s neck, and then teases him by quickly letting her hand touch his nose as she giggles.
“As much as I adore seeing you in my clothes, I think they would look much better on the floor right about now,” he practically whispers into her ear. His hands run over her back and he presses a kiss below her jaw that makes her moan in delight. She almost gets carried away, but momentarily stops him in order to get some answers she’s wondered about since she saw the state of his wardrobe.
“A very nice suggestion. But as much as I enjoy your flirting and these advances , first I want to know why I found your wardrobe in such a complete disarray that I had to rearrange it myself,” she says as she points towards their bed, which is still filled with all of Agustín’s clothes she hasn’t folded yet.
Her husband lets out a chuckle before opening his mouth.
“Oh, you weren’t supposed to see that. Before I went to do my chores I went up here to find the outfit I wanted to wear on our anniversary so that I could wash it beforehand. I couldn’t find it and ended up making a mess of the entire wardrobe before I found it. I was supposed to clean it up after dinner, you weren’t supposed to see it. I’m a disgrace to all tailors, making a mess of my clothes.”
Now it’s Julieta’s turn to chuckle. Agustín’s explanation made absolute sense and was absolutely him in every way possible. Simply Agustín in a nutshell, just the way she adored him.
“Okay, that actually makes sense. Your wardrobe looked like a wild animal’s nest.”
“Don’t remind me, mi amor. I’ll take care of the rest of it, you don’t need to fold anything else.”
She nods, and suddenly feels very playful and mischievous. Julieta lets go of her grip around him and walks up to their bed, only for her to throw the remaining clothes down onto the floor.
“Hey, I was just about to fold that! Why did you do that?”
“Folding the clothes can wait, and the bed can’t exactly be occupied by them right now, can it? And you did say your clothes would look much better on the floor, didn’t you?” she asks him as she begins to unbutton the shirt on her body. Agustín seems to immediately be lost in a trance. She decides to tease him. “Look at you, standing there all shy. Did me wearing your clothes do anything to you? If so, I really should do that more often.”
Before she has any time to say anything else, his lips are on hers, and the two get lost in the moment.