Part II can be found in smut collection, for obvious reasons.

Part I: Imagine your OTP hosting a nice dinner for Person A's boss and their family. They're polite and everyone has a wonderful time, Person A sharing stories about they and Person B's casual, everyday life while Person B finishes up the meal and sets the table.

Part II: After a lovely dinner, your OTP wishes A's boss and their family a nice night, and as soon as your OTP is alone again, they practically tackle each other and make their way to the bedroom, undressing as they go and having passionate sex at least twice before they cuddle to sleep.

"Jamie!"

Shit. He'd forgotten something, hadn't he?

"Jamie, get down here!"

What was it? Iron his suit, keep Matt clean, take the chicken -

"JAMES ANDREW BRADLEY!"

Take the chicken out of the oven.

Fuck.

He ran down the stairs, his tie loose around his neck. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, it slipped my mind -"

"You're lucky I saw the clock." Cathy kicked the oven door closed, coughing a bit at the residual smoke that hung in the air. "I ask one thing for you to do, and you can't even do something that simple."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." He shook his head, quickly knotting his tie.

"Just…make sure Matt's in his nice pants, okay?" She grabbed a dishrag, wiping down the kitchen island for the sixth time (at least from what he'd counted). "I still have to do my hair and set the table and sweep the floor and…" She paused, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Just stay out of the kitchen for a while, alright, hun?"

"Yeah. Sure." He brushed past her, opening one of the cabinets and taking out the nicer plates they reserved for when they had guests over.

"Jamie, what did I just say?"

"Can't you just accept my help and calm down?"

"Calm down?! How can I be calm?" She threw the dishrag to the floor. "Do you have any idea how scared I am right now?"

"I can imagine," he muttered, rolling his eyes and walking to the table.

"You're not funny, Jamie. This is important, you know that, right?"

"I wouldn't have guessed by your constant worrying at every available moment this past week."

"It's very possible that I could be fired if things go wrong."

"Fired for having dinner?" Jamie nearly dropped one of the plates. "You're joking."

"It could happen!"

"I highly doubt that -"

"What do you know?" She grabbed a handful of silverware, shakily setting it next to each plate. "It's not like Tiffany's coming over, and even if she were, I'm sure things would be much more casual."

"Just because she's the manager of a coffee shop doesn't mean we can't treat her with respect?"

"I didn't say that! I just meant -"

"MAMA! DADDY!"

"Can you go see what he wants?" Cathy asked. "I have to make sure the salads are in order."

"Of course." Jamie shook his head. "Not like I'm doing anything productive."

"Shut up and do it."

Jamie bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing a slew of insults as he walked to the living room.

"Daddy, this shirt itches!" Matt had his dress shirt halfway off of his head, his pants on the other side of the room. "Why can't I wear my spaceship pajamas?"

"Mama's boss is coming for dinner, bud." He retrieved his son's pants. "We have to behave for her, yeah?"

"But I want my pajamas!"

"Come on now, Matt, you can wear your pajamas soon enough." Jamie adjusted Matt's shirt and helped him back into his pants. "It's just for a little while. Mama needs us to be good for her friends, okay?"

"Can I have a cookie?"

"After dinner."

"I want one now!"

"Matt, you can have one after dinner, okay?"

"Nooooow." He clung to Jamie's leg. "Pleeeaaaase?"

"Matt, you're almost three. This isn't how big boys act." He tried to walk, grounded in place by his son's weight. "Matthew Jonathon Bradley, I order you to act like the young man I raised you to be!"

"No." Matt clung tighter. "I want a cookie."

Jamie sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this." He leaned down, a smirk growing on his face. "I think I hear something." He paused, pretending to listen. "I think it's the…Tickle Monster!"

Matt tried to scramble away, but Jamie easily caught him. "Daddy, no!" Matt giggled, squirming and unable to say more.

"I'm gonna tickle you silly, Matthew!" Jamie picked him up, tickling his stomach and trying to keep his hold so he didn't fall. "And you can't get away!"

"Stooooop!" Matthew continue to laugh, wiggling in his father's grasp. "Daddy, that tickles!"

Jamie let Matt go, pretending to chase after him. "You better run! The Tickle Monster's gonna get you!"

There was a knock at the door just then, and Cathy came rushing down the stairs. When she'd had the time to run up and apply her makeup Jamie didn't know, but she was suddenly looking very put-together and, dare he even think it without feeling too shameful, sexy. She was smoothing the wrinkles on her dress and taking deep breaths when she caught him staring.

"What?"

"You just…" He blushed a little, looking at his feet. "You look really beautiful, is all."

"Thank you, sweetie." She smiled. "You look very nice." She turned to Matt. "And so do you, Matt. What a lovely shirt you have!"

"I still want my spaceship pajamas."

"Later, Matt, I promise." Cathy exhaled one last time before opening the door.

"Hello, Catherine, dear!" A red-headed woman in her late 30s stepped into the flat, giving Cathy a warm hug. "Thank you so much again for inviting us over."

"No problem at all, Jen." Cathy smiled shakily. "So glad you could make it."

Jen was followed by a stocky man, a little girl in pigtails, and a sulking older girl. "You've met Dan before, haven't you, Catherine?"

"Last time he came to the office." Cathy shook his hand. "Nice to see you again."

He nodded. "You, as well."

"And this is Abigail," Jen said, her hands on the little girl's shoulders. "Tell Catherine how old you are, sweetie."

"Eight!" she said, her voice squeaky.

"Well, aren't you cute." Cathy smiled before turning her attention to the other girl. "And this is Rachel, correct?"

"Just turned fourteen. Say hello, Rachel."

The girl kept her arms folded, saying nothing; she glared at Cathy before studying her shoes.

"Um…dinner will be ready shortly. Jamie, why don't you take them to the living room to get settled, and I'll let you lot know when the food's ready."

Jamie introduced himself to Jen and her family, trying to ignore the sudden nervousness in his stomach. "Nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise. Cathy's told me plenty about you, James."

"Good things, I hope?"

"Of course." She smiled down at Matt. "And who's this little cutie?"

Matt clung to Jamie's pant leg, hiding his face in the fabric. Jamie chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "Matthew, come on now. Say hello to Mama's boss."

He shook his head, peeking out just a little before burying his face back into his father's leg.

"Oh, don't be shy, dearie!" Jen laughed. "I won't hurt you."

"Mummy's nice!" Abigail said from her perch on one of the chairs. "Unless she's yelling at Rachel for not doing her laundry."

"Abigail…" Dan gave her a look.

"But it's true. Mummy will yell so loud, our neighbors call the police!"

"Abigail, that's not true -"

"One time her face got so red, I thought she would essplode!"

"Abigail, dear!" Jen rushed over, gently placing a hand over her daughter's mouth. "Let's not say any more about Mummy right now, alright?" She turned to Jamie. "Sorry about that, she just loves to talk -"

"It's alright." Jamie pulled at his collar. "Quite alright. Matt does that a bit when he's not being shy."

"Do not," he mumbled into Jamie's leg.

"Got you to talk, didn't I?" Jamie chuckled again.

"I'm not shy!" Abigail exclaimed, her mother's hold now gone. "I love people." She started to prance around the living room. "And I dance a lot, too!"

"Abigail, please be careful -"

Dan went flying just then, catching the glass picture frame his younger daughter had accidentally knocked off of one of the side tables. The room was silent for a moment, only broken by Cathy's voice calling them to dinner.

Thank God, Jamie thought with a sigh.

Dinner was going alright so far. Jen and Cathy were the ones who did the talking, unless they were asking someone else a question. Rachel sulked over her food, and Dan exchanged a few looks with Jamie when their wives got into a long-winded conversation.

"So Catherine tells me you work in a coffee shop, James," Jen said in between a mouthful of vegetables.

"Yep. Gonna apply for manager at the end of the month. Pays a lot more than what I've got now."

"And Catherine told you she's starting training next week for a full-time job, correct?"

"Of course." Jamie winked at his wife. "Someone's gotta make a name for themselves in this family."

"But you're famous already!" Abigail, who had been strangely quiet up until this point, looked at Jamie. "You were in the newspaper for winning money."

There was a second of silence before Jamie answered. "You're right, I was."

"And you're already famous. Mummy told us all about what happened."

Jen's face fell. "Abigail, sweetheart, let's not -"

"You took bad drugs and you crashed your car and almost died!"

"Abigail -"

"And you almost killed your boss, too! You smashed his head in."

"Abigail, stop!"

"Mummy wonders how you got to where you are right now, since you were a bad man. Especially married to her." She pointed at Cathy, whose eyes widened and brow furrowed.

"Abigail, that is enough." Jen's face was red, her movements jerky as she walked to her daughter's seat. "I want you to apologize right now -"

"No, it's fine."

Everyone turned to look at Jamie, who didn't look bothered in the least.

"Jamie…" Cathy said quietly.

"Could I tell you a story, Abigail?"

"Oh, yes! I love stories."

"James…" Jen paused, her mouth agape. "I…I'm sorry, I -"

"There was a man a few years back, who was having a very hard time," Jamie began. "He didn't see his dad very often and he was into some very bad things. He needed money, so he robbed the store he worked at and, as you said, smashed his boss's head. But he didn't mean to. He'd been scared. He hadn't been thinking.

"And he did win the lottery, but things didn't get better." His eyes darkened. "The bad things didn't go away, and the man didn't make very good decisions. And he ended up crashing his car, and had to go to the hospital.

"The doctors didn't think he'd get better, but his mum and a few of his friends were there, as well as a very special woman who cared very much for him. She visited him when he was out of the hospital and put in jail for a year, and she gave him hope. He knew things would be okay if she was there with him.

"And after the man was released from jail, he got a job, and he married the woman, and they had a son, and they'll soon have another little one. And the man knows now what his mistakes were, and he's learned from them, and he couldn't ask for a better way to live his life."

The silence that followed was deafening. Everyone was watching Jamie, who continued to eat as if he hadn't spoken. After another moment of complete quiet, Jen cleared her throat.

"I…I'm very happy he got through all that. It couldn't have been easy."

"Trust me, it wasn't." Jamie shrugged. "But life isn't always a walk in the park." He caught Cathy's gaze, smiling. "It helps to have someone there when you really it most."

"Glad things worked out, mate," Dan said. "Don't think I could be that strong."

As they were clearing the table, Cathy pulled Jamie back into the kitchen. "I'm so sorry about all that, I didn't think…"

"Don't worry about it."

"Jamie. What you said out there…that was amazing."

"It's the truth." He pulled her into his arms. "You're a big reason why I kept going. And I cannot thank you enough for all you've done for me."

"You don't have to." She held his gaze before leaning closer, kissing him.

Jamie prolonged the kiss, pressing her closer against him. The blood started to race in his veins as she moaned against his mouth and he slipped his tongue in…

She pulled away suddenly. "There's cake in the fridge," she said, straightening her dress.

"But…"

"And we should continue to be good hosts and serve it." She opened the fridge, handing him a square package. "I'll get the plates."

He turned to walk back into the dining room, glancing over his shoulder at his wife's figure. He swallowed, biting his lip and suppressing his desire.