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The beams of the headlights lit the front of their house, and Daisy rushed to shimmy off her ratty sweater and dishwashing gloves, and kicked the apron and any other signs of domestic labor under the kitchen table.
Wearing nothing but a dark purple satin slip dress, she hopped over the backrest of the couch and grabbed the closest book she could find to look sexy and nonchalant.
She shook out her messy bun, just in time, and Daniel poked his head around the living room door.
“I’m home,” he said in a hushed tone, subconsciously matching the mood Daisy had set with the candles and soft jazz music, while shimmying out of his jacket.
Daisy, pretending to be engrossed by ‘Border politics of the Sovjet’ glanced over the book cover with a smile. “Oh hey, baby”.
A little bewildered by her sensual leisure wear and smooth music choice, he put his bag down and bent over to kiss her.
“Good to be home”, he sighed, closing his eyes to her tender touch when she stroked the hair by his temples.
He gestured at her outfit and atmospheric light, and wondered “is this how we greet each other nowadays? It’s very nice.”
With a huff, Daisy got up, the shining fabric of her slip dress reflecting the glowing candle light. She ran her hands down her silky hips. “This is not nice!”
Daniel sat down on the couch’s arm rest and blinked.
“It’s not?”
“No! It’s sensual and seductive,” she explained, a flirty smile tugging on the corners of her mouth as she stuck her thigh out of the high split. “Obviously.”
“Oh I see,” Daniel smirked, slowly getting back to his feet.
Daisy chuckled and approached him, but he resisted.
“No, no”, he said in a low voice, putting on his glasses. “Let me study this little number.”
Happily obliging, Daisy held up her hair, showed him the low back of the dress, and sent an inviting look over her shoulder, enjoying this weird interaction.
“No you’re right”, he cleared his throat and hummed, “this dress isn’t nice… it’s dangerous.”
Breathlessly, she let him pull her closer and let out a small gasp when he spun her around, and pressed his body up against her back.
“Arms up”, he demanded softly in her ear. Filled with aroused anticipation, she teased him by raising her arms slowly.
With a sudden movement, he grabbed her raised hands with his left, and played her ribs like an upright bass with his right. She yelped and laughed, caught off guard and mighty ticklish.
“Dan, stop,” she begged, trying to grab the merciless hand, but her laughter made it impossible.
Daniel grinned and spun her back around. “I thought you liked jazz now”, he joked.
“I loathe it,” she replied, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. He let go of her lifted hands and cupped her face. Their lips touched for only a moment, before she gently pushed him. He allowed it and fell back onto the couch.
Lit by candles from behind, like a witch in a movie, Daisy pulled at one end of the satin bow that kept the dress in place, and allowed the slinky garment to graze her curves and land on the floor.
She stepped out of it, closer to Daniel, and he ran his warm fingers up her calves, to her thighs.
“Europe is so far away”, she sighed, leaning forward to unbutton Daniel’s shirt.
“I’m never leaving again”, he promised in between out of breath kisses, any jet-lag or fatigue completely forgotten.
Despite the excitement and the warmth of many candles, Daisy shivered, still fumbling with this shirt buttons.
Daniel took the couch blanket and wrapped it around his naked girlfriend.
“Not the hangover nap blanket,” Daisy complained with a chuckle, “I’m seducing you.”
Daniel sent her a genuine surprised look and grinned as he took off his shirt.
He guided her hand down his stomach, into his trousers.
“Can you feel that?”, he whispered in her ear, curling her fingers around his impatient excitement.
“Consider me seduced.”