You stare at the bathroom mirror, you feel a little ridiculous but you know he's had a hard week and at this point you'll do anything to help him relax. So you put on the pink satin nightie your friend had convinced you he'd love. You put on a bit of makeup before opening the door a smidge.
"Close your eyes." You sound like a child the way you whine.
"You're killin' me darlin'."
"Please?"
"Okay, okay." You can practically hear the way he holds his hands up in defeat.
You're learning the hard way that trying for a baby is a long and arduous task. With Barry and Iris having baby Bart, and Nora already in elementary, you've agreed now is as good a time as any to try for the two of you. The only problem is you haven't been feeling great about how long it's taking. You're easily discouraged despite how willing Savitar seems to try as often and as hard as possible to knock you up.
So when your friend who is currently six months along offered to give you some advice you were more than willing to sit down at a nearby mall and talk. You'd expected to hear the usual technical jargon. Track your cycle, avoid using lube, and reduce your caffeine intake. You've been doing all of that and more for months now with no luck but much to your surprise she had only one piece of advice.
"Have fun with it."
It sounded absurd to you but she kept on explaining. Telling you that it was important that you were both comfortable and enjoying yourselves, it helped her to try new things. You tried to explain to her that Savitar was slightly vanilla, he didn't like new things. He liked you naked and in a bed, nothing fancy involved.
Your friend of course didn't seem convinced, dragging you to Victoria Secret, insisting that the sheer little pink thing you'd settled on was perfect.
Except it doesn't feel perfect.
Because now you actually have to show him and you're pretty sure he's just going to have you take it off immediately and you'll feel like an idiot and this will all be for nothing.
You take a few steps out of the bathroom, he's sitting on the bed, back against the headboards as move towards him. wringing your hands nervously. He looks like he always does. Handsome, and in his boxers and navy blue shirt. You're beside him now and you're just about to lose your nerve.
"Nevermind this is stupid." You blurt out as he opens his eyes. You give him an apologetic smile as he looks you up and down. You turn around, wanting to just change and forget any of this happened as he grabs you by your arm, pulling you onto the bed.
"Not stupid, not stupid at all." He stares at you, infatuated as he pulls you onto his lap. He takes a bit of the see through fabric in his hands, running it through his fingers. "S'pretty."
"Really? You like it?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I thought you didn't like this kind of thing."
"What kind of thing? Pretty things? I like you, why wouldn't I like this." Your face gets hot as he lifts the fabric, running a finger along the hem of the matching pink panties.
