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Wifey

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They got ready for bed, all washed up, all stuffed from dinner. The moon was already out, and they had lost track of time earlier with their movie night.

She brushed out the final piece of her hair, letting it be a puffy mess, and stared at herself in the mirror one final time before getting up from her vanity. She made eye contact with her lover, who admired her doing so. "Wifey," He hummed, walking over to her. He grabbed her cheeks in his hands and gave her a giant peck on her sweet lips. "Let's get you," He grunted, picking her up and sliding her into bed, "some sleep."

"You're so silly," She laughed as he crawled over her to his spot. The shirtless man prepared to turn off the already dim lamp when her small hand laid on her bicep. "Love," She whispered, "Would you mind keeping the lamp on for tonight,"

He smiled, turning over to face her. "Of course, sweet girl," He chuckled, pulling her close, "Are you alright? Any reason you want the lamp on,"

"No," She whispered, "I just do."

"Alright," He kissed her temple. "Sweet dreams, little wifey," He leaned in for one last kiss, only to find it slightly more intense than usual. Not that he minded. Her lips were soft, and always warm, and overall like butter. When they pulled away, there was a look in her eyes. "Wifey," He sounded skeptical, "Is there something you want to tell me,"

She looked beautiful in the light, with her hair falling on her thin little nighty. "Maybe," She whispered in response. He looked down at her, waiting for her to explain. She realized there was no way out. "I think that...maybe it's time...that you," She sat up, looking down at the covers. She mumbled the next part.

"I what,"

"Make love to me," She murmured.

His amused grin sank. Within the same second, he was out of bed, and his heart was broken. "Hon, I don't know,"

She looked at him, with a puppy dog-eyed look. "Do you not want to," She broke.

"I do," He said, scratching his arms, "I just..." He sighed, and walked back over, leaning over the bed to reach her in the center. "Listen, wifey," He coughed, "I know I joked about it before, but I...how do I put this? I think we're compatible for each other...just maybe...not...in...bed." He cringed, even as he said it.

Tears welled up in her eyes. What an awful, awful thing to say to someone. He instantly regretted it. "No, I didn't mean it like that, hon," He said, crawling over. he picked the small girl up and placed her on the center of his lap, nothing but their undergarments protecting them. He placed her arms around his neck and cradled her there. "It's hard to explain, wifey,"

"No, it's not, you just did," He heard her mumble from his neck.

"You can't actually think I'm not attracted to you...physically, right," He grinned, "Wifey, I've thought about it quite a lot. More so than I'd like to admit. I'm just a messed-up man. The things that turn me on...I don't want you participating in things like that."

"Well," She sniffed, finally looking up, "What are you into, then,"

He got choked up, "I...I don't know," He sang.

"You have to know if you don't wanna sleep with me because of it."

"I do want to sleep with you,"

"Then do it," She whispered.

As the two made eye contact, it was all that it took for them to come to an agreement.