Title: Appreciation
Author: Fallenbelle
Rating: Teen for couched sexual innuendo
Summary: This is domestic bliss, Chez Murdoch style.
Notes/Spoilers: Season 8ish. If you don't know what's going on in season 8, then don't read this. Written post-wedding. Blame Demosthenes23 and her pics of domestic William for this. I would never come up with such immoral topics of discussion on my own! **feigns outrage**
As Julia walked into William's study, she was greeted with a sight of him in just his undershirt, and trousers slung low on his hips, suspenders dangling enticingly.
He was ironing his shirt just as the Jesuits had taught him, and Julia found the image to be a most fascinating take on traditional gender roles, as well as quite arousing.
The delicious contrast of his finely chiseled muscular body proved an amazing contrast to the dainty chore he performed.
William had remained oblivious to Julia's presence until he heard a ragged sigh from the doorway. Looking up, he saw the desire and want in her eyes, and not for the first time, he was thankful that his wife was as insatiable as he was. They were a good pair like that.
One would think that though they had waited seven years for one another, their self-control would be stronger. But no. Once that bottle of champagne had been opened, there was no putting the cork back in.
Eyeing him like a prospective buyer would inspect a prize stallion, she walked around him, appreciating his physique.
"I dare say, Mr. Murdoch, whatever the Constabulary is paying you, I'll pay you double to be my house man."
"Oh, double? Pray, what would my duties entail, Mrs. Murdoch?"
"Oh, laundry, general house maintenance, stud service," she had murmured the last bit, and he'd almost missed it. Almost.
"So long as you're wearing your uniform, of course," she stipulated, stepping into his space, and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Of course. I believe in propriety. One should always be appropriately attired. What would this uniform necessitate?"
"Mmmm, something very similar to what you're wearing now, with a few subtractions as the job calls for it," she purred into his ear, running her hand along his back and down to his bottom, where she squeezed appreciatively before snapping a suspender against his thigh, toying with it between her fingers.
"I believe I can rise to the tasks of this position, and hopefully please my mistress," he breathed into her ear, untucking her blouse from her skirt.
"Most excellent, detective. When can you start?"
"Now seems as good a time as any," he offered, divesting her of her blouse.
It seems that they would both be late for work. Again.
