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Thursday's were never an exciting evening more the Matthews family, particularly Cory and Topanga for that matter. Usually a Thursday consisted of sleepy cuddles in bed with a side of the news playing on the television. This night was slightly different, Topanga settled in bed; wearing one of her husbands over sized Phillies shirts as a night gown. A book settled in her hands and her husbands glasses settled on her nose.

The man continuously pestered her about getting her own pair of spectacles, yet she argued that was for 'old' people. She knew how Cory became fired up at that, which was the exact reason the little brunette continued on with it.

"Cory." Topanga whined, settling her book next to her lap. "Come to bed." The brunette let out a mere sigh as she heard footsteps creeping into the bedroom. A flicker rang in Topanga's ears as she watched her husband turn the bathroom lights off.

Cory grinned at his wife, heading over to the bed. "Isn't it usually Cory calling little miss Topanga to bed?" The man questioned, receiving a throw pillow thrown his way.

"You know the only reason I don't come to bed is because I'm usually fucked over with work." The brunette giggled bitterly watching as her husband pulled the frilly pillow off his head.

The man sighed, crawling his way into bed. "Did someone steal my shirt?" He inquired, noticing the tiny woman dressed in his favorite 'Phillies' t-shirt. The woman felt her cheeks become hot, shaking her head slowly while Cory crawled over to her.

"Oh really?" He questioned, coming nose to nose with the brunette. The rook grew silent as they gazed into one another's eyes, Cory felt the need to lean in. Just before his warm lips reached her own, the brunette giggled; unintentionally of course. The mere sound had ruined the intoxicating moment, leaving Cory to kiss the tip of her nose.

"Sorry." She sighed, planting a hand on her husbands knee. Cory turned his head toward her, chuckling while reaching for the glasses placed against Topanga's face.

"I think these belong to me as well." He retorted, snatching the lenses away from the petite woman. A frown spread across her cheeks, watching while her husband settled them on the bedside table.

The curly haired man had noticed her pouting, leaving him to plant a kiss on her frown. "Just come here." Soon enough his arms had snaked around her waist, pulling the woman's figure to his own. This was more like Thursday; Topanga's head nuzzled onto his shoulder, Cory's arms around her waist, and complete silence between the two. Of course the only thing missing now was the TV on.

The brunettes bright eyes fluttered open to gaze upon Cory. She was sure he hadn't realized where his hand was currently settled, that spot on her upper right thigh. The man was too busy focusing at the mirror across from their bed, gazing at the twos reflection.

Topanga had hoped Cory wouldn't notice her staring down at the certain hand placement, considering she hadn't wanted him to move it quite yet. Already she could feel the tension stirring between her legs, a mere spark if you will. Her tongue swiftly glided across her lower lip, crinkling her toes up while the tension became stronger.

A kinky little idea bursted throughout the woman's mind, causing her to squirm senselessly. Cory immediately focused on his wife, who'd seemed to be bubbling with excitement. The man watched while his wife removed the hand settled on her thigh.

"You alright?" He questioned, watching a sneaky smirk spread across her cheeks. Topanga gave a slow nod, yanking on his right hand. "Touch me." She ordered, chewing her bottom lip. The curly haired man furrowed his brow in confusion, watching as the woman guided his hand under her night shirt.

Topanga adjusted herself; bending up her knees a little as his fingers pressed against the moist fabric of her panties. A jolt of electricity struck through Cory's frame, feeling awkward as his fingers rubbed against the material. "You want me to touch-"

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