Silk was a fabric Newt usually avoided because of the difficulty in keeping it clean but he couldn't help himself when he saw the dress. It was a beautiful pattern, made by a high-end designer, and on the clearance rack for next to nothing. Resistance was futile and Newt just hoped that Thomas appreciated the look that he presented in the dress. Shaving his legs and breaking out the straightening iron to manage his mop like hair would be in vain if Thomas called from the office again to work more overtime. Newt tapped his foot impatiently, watching the seconds tick by on the clock above the stove. The garage door roared to life as Thomas finally pulled up to the house. Newt smoothed out the crinkles in the dress just as the door swung open.
"Newt?" Thomas practically squeaked as he processed the sight. Newt couldn't help but to preen under the stare his husband gave him. Thomas abandoned his jacket on the counter and crossed the distance between him and Newt in a few steps. "I'm really liking this, love; you are really a constant source of surprises." Newt wrapped his arms loosely around Thomas' neck and pulled him closer until they stood with their chests pressed together.
"Well, you did say you wanted me to dress up for that dinner with that one client next week. So when I found this while out shopping with Brenda, I knew it would be perfect," Newt replied between kisses pressed to Thomas' neck. He hummed at the thought for a moment before pulling Newt into a proper kiss.
"Mrs. Gordon doesn't take well to being out done in the fashion department but she might shut up long enough for me to get him to sign the paperwork while she is sizing up your magnificent legs. Were they always this long?" Thomas looked amazed at the smooth skin that seemed to shimmer in the dying summer light. Newt chuckled at the drooling look Thomas gave him. The dress was definitely a good investment and would win him every argument the moment he slipped it on, Newt could just see it already.