She even folded the discarded wrapping, setting it to one side before lifting the lid of the box that now lay on her knees. Tissue paper crackled under her fingertips, and her mouth fell open as she lifted out her present. It was satin and lace, deep blue and ivory, a delicate slip that was as sweet as it was sexy. Something she would never have bought for herself. "Oh, Johnny, this is ... it's beautiful," she beamed, her smile impossibly soft as she looked over at him, pushing the box aside to crawl close and kiss him tenderly. "Thank you."
It wasn't a fluffy kitten or an expensive diamond, but it was something he knew Liv would never have bought for herself and something he thought she'd look lovely in. He wasn't about to tell her that the sales girls had modeled several items of lingerie in the store - many of them skimpier than the one he'd bought - before he'd settled on this one, knowing her favorite color was blue and thinking it would look lovely on her. "I know it's not much..." He bemoaned with a frown.
"It's from you," she cut him off, the lovely slip in her lap as she straddled his, brushing her lips over his frowning mouth with a loving smile. "I don't need presents, expensive or otherwise, love. But everything you give me is wonderful. Starting with you." She nipped the end of his nose, soft eyes sparkling happily.
He slid his arms around her waist as she climbed across his lap, a soft smile on his face, feeling a little relieved. "You, um... want to try it on?" he asked, curious to see what she'd look like in it. "Or do you want to wait until after dessert?" He knew what he wanted - he wanted her for dessert, but it was her birthday, not his.
"Hmm ..." It was a teasing delay, evidenced by the grin on her face as she looped her arms around his neck, plying his lips with soft, brief kisses. "I think dessert just got relegated to midnight snack," she murmured, drawing back with that familiarly shy cast to her smile that was swiftly burning away under the influence of her more minx-like side. "Be back in a minute." One last kiss nipped to his lips, and she scooted off his lap, giggling her way across the hall and into the bathroom, the slip in hand.
He still had his Kiss the Cook apron on, but not for long. He smiled into her kiss, moving to his feet as she slipped away from him to get changed. He fumbled with the apron, tugging on the sash only to find it had knotted in the back, muttering profanities under his breath. He could have easily ripped the thing off, or even more easily burned it off, but he had grown attached to that apron and didn't want to ruin it. Besides, he was wearing his favorite Captain America t-shirt underneath it, and he didn't want to ruin that, either.
In the bathroom, Liv hesitated, looking at herself in the mirror. The dark silk and pale lace were stark against her luminous skin, startling her with quite how feminine she looked, even to herself. Biting her lip, she considered her next move. Out came that scent, just to make absolutely sure Johnny knew what was coming, and off went her panties. After all, he'd only given her the slip, hadn't he? Meeting her gaze in the mirror, Liv almost didn't recognize her own smirk, realizing that this was as close to seducing her own husband on purpose as she was ever going to get. But it was going to take another couple of minutes to work up the guts to come out of the bathroom.
"Livvie!" Johnny called, getting frustrated with the apron and his inability to get it off. Though she might want to seduce him, and he totally had that in mind when he'd gone shopping for lingerie, his frustration at being unable to get out of the apron was quickly dampening his mood for the inevitable.
So much for attempting an entrance. "What's happened?" she called back, slipping into view with a curious look on her face. It wasn't like Johnny to skip from amorous to annoyed without good reason. Seeing him struggling with his apron, she bit her lip, utterly failing to stifle her smile. "Oh ... turn around."
He turned suddenly serious at the sight of her in satin and lace. What a lovely sight to behold, his frustration almost immediately forgotten. Almost. "Oh, my god," he muttered as he took one very appreciative look at her. "You look... amazing."
She blushed, seemingly fluctuating between his shy Liv and the more confident Kitten as she looked down at herself, not really seeing what he saw. But he obviously liked the view, and she wasn't going to argue with anything Johnny liked. "You look frustrated," she countered with a teasing lilt to her voice, twirling her finger in the air in a silent command for him to turn around.
"In more ways than one," he replied, turning his back to her so she could help him out of the apron. It wasn't just the apron that was frustrating him, but the sudden flare of desire at seeing her dressed - or barely dressed - in Victoria's Secret. She looked even more lovely than he'd imagined, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. The blue set off her pale skin and dark eyes, the fall of her hair brushing her shoulders. Victoria's Secret models might be known as Angels, but Liv was his angel, and no one else even came close.
If it had been a simple case of just untying knots, she would have added kisses to the back of his neck. As it was, his attempts to pull the apron off had tightened the knots in the cord, forcing his wife to focus all her attention on getting him out of it without tearing or burning the thing. She laughed as the material slowly started to give. "What were you doing to make it so tight?"
"I was trying to get it off!" he exclaimed, a little exasperated. He'd been tugging and tugging on the sash, and instead of loosening the knot, he'd tugged it tighter. He tried to look over his shoulder to check her progress, but couldn't quite manage it. Unlike Reed, he lacked the ability to stretch his body like an elastic band - and thankfully so. That would have just been too weird, in his estimation.
"Don't get pouty, or I'll leave you in it," she threatened, and just from the husky tone of her voice, he could be fairly sure she would do just that. Liv wasn't above teasing him beyond the point where it should have been dangerous to tease the Human Torch, knowing that he would never hurt her. There was a creaking sound as the fabric came loose under her fingers, the sash falling open as she stepped back. "Freedom!"
"I thought I was going to have to burn it off!" he exclaimed further, sounding relieved. Of course, it would have been simpler just to cut it off, but when had anything involving Johnny Storm been simple? He just about tore the apron off and tossed it aside, turning to face her and capturing her around the waist to toss her onto the bed with him.
She let out a low shriek of laughter, utterly unprepared to be hoisted off her feet and tossed bodily onto the bed, scrambling to somehow protect her modesty from a man who had seen it all anyway. Blushing once again, Liv pressed a hand over her mouth as she giggled, her soft eyes trailing over her husband with covetous heat of her own.
He slid a hand up her thigh, grinning when he realized she had no panties on underneath the slip. "You know what I like best about your present?" he asked, fingers sliding against smooth, warm flesh. "You don't even have to take it off." He covered her body with his, leaving a trail of too-warm kisses against the lovely line of her neck.
He earned himself another giggle with his lascivious comment, her body arching into his already as he covered her, aching at just the briefest touch of his hand against her skin. "Anyone would think you've been planning this, Mr Storm," she teased in a low murmur against his ear, drawing her fingertips through the shorter length of hair at the back of his head as her own fell back, thrilling to how much he wanted her.
"Maybe I have, Mrs. Storm," he returned, halting his kisses to smile down at her. "Happy birthday, Livvie," he told her softly, all the love he felt for her shining in his eyes of blue. "I love you."
She lay back, sweetly still blushing a little under his tender gaze as she smiled up at him, drawing her fingers softly over his jaw, down his chest. "I love you back," she promised, each word and look an echo of the adoration he bathed her in so often. Then, with a little hitch of her body, she rolled to bring him underneath her, leaning down to kiss him deep before she sat back once again. "So ... can I unwrap my best present now?"
He smiled up at her as she rolled him onto his back, unable to resist teasing her, even as she teased him. "What present would that be?" he asked, though he knew she was talking about unwrapping him, which, in a way, she sort of had, freeing him from the clutches of his apron. "Should I tie a bow around my neck?"
She leaned over him, drawing her fingertip from the dip in his chin, down his throat, and over his chest, her smile rising with inviting wickedness. "Oh, I like the wrapping just as it is," she murmured playfully, sitting back on his thighs to pull him up against her, hands smoothing down his chest to tuck beneath his shirt and draw it slowly upward. "And I love what's inside."
He followed her lead, helping her to get rid of his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, even if it was his favorite shirt. He slid warm hands beneath the hem of her slip, up against her thighs, and around to her hips, not wanting to relieve her of the pretty wrapping just yet. She looked too lovely, and he wanted to savor the moment.
As his hands slid beneath the delicate hem of the gorgeous slip he'd bought for her, Liv almost purred with delight. She'd never made a secret of how much she loved it when he let his hands wander over her skin, drawing her own arms about his neck as she teased his lips with her own, nipping tenderly with a smile. "Thank you for my birthday dinner," she murmured to him lovingly between those kisses. "And for my present." Kiss. "Love you."
He lost himself to her kisses, savoring the warmth and softness of her lips and her body against his. He still had his jeans on, but even so, his desire for her was obvious. He slid his arms around her waist to roll her onto her back, moving off her so that he could finish what she'd started and unwrap himself for her, before her eyes. "Not as much as I love you," he murmured, kissing her in return. He had one last present to give her and this one wasn't anything he could buy in a store. It was the gift of his love.
[size=9]((Something tells me that May Queen and King or not, these two are going to enjoy celebrating Beltane like hot-blooded pagans! Loads of love and thanks to Johnny's player, and to whichever one of you cheeky folks nominated us!))[/size]