<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/43616bb58c5c19a915e579ba31d7371e/tumblr_n7nl3yeknW1qfbksco1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Danica Matthews<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Boss Lady<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Matthews’ Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Teasing her husband<br/>Danica was up, showered, and mostly prepared for the day ahead when she became aware of Virgil's return to the home they'd shared for years now. The second she heard the door close followed by the muffled sounds of his approach her body grew warm with a surge of something that could only be described as anticipation. Today was an important day after all and she was looking forward to a great many things, though one in particular was a little more prevalent at present.<br/><br/>Acutely aware that they'd be hosting a new batch of clients later that day, Danica had abandoned her bed not long after her husband's departure for morning rounds in favor of fussing over details and schedules and any number of things that were perfectly under control. Normally completely cool and in control herself, there was a noticeable difference in the woman this morning and most of it could be attributed to the fact that she'd not picked up her latest batch of birth control. In fact, she'd been off of it for a few days now. Perhaps other women might have been concerned and scrambling to get into town to pick up their refill, and if you didn't know her at all you might assume that was why she was so keyed up, but Danica was nothing if not rather deliberate in her actions. It was no mistake that her supply was out, she just had yet to let this particular news slip to Virgil.<br/><br/>Looking into the large and somewhat ornate mirror before her as she finished fastening the straps of her garter she tried to imagine her husband's reaction. The possibility of another child was one they had discussed before but until now, she had remained on her birth control despite knowing just how Virgil felt about the idea of getting her pregnant again. Now the little secret she had was threatening to drive her up the wall. The past few days she'd found herself far more easily distracted by her husband. There would be times she'd have to just stop and watch him as he did this or that, admiring the spectacular view his tall and well sculpted form provided and indulging in a very small bit of fantasy before the need to handle something or other forced her to move on and this morning proved to be no exception.<br/><br/>With one foot resting lightly upon the chest at the foot of their large bed, she watched the bare-chested male enter the room, drinking in every lovely flex and shift of his muscles as he approached from behind.<br/><br/>"You're wet!" She half huffed, half gasped in greeting, her nose crinkling playfully when his skin touched hers and sent a small shiver through her. Rather than pull away though, she pulled her hair to the side and leaned back into him just a tad, her fingers slipping along his forearms while his bigger body enfolded hers. She could smell the sweat and the hay on him and didn't find it displeasing at all. In fact she quite enjoyed the idea that he'd been out working up a sweat already.<br/><br/>"Mmm... why no baby, I haven't the slightest idea." She teased with a devilish grin beginning to curl her lips that ruined her otherwise generally prim expression. "Why don't you tell me just how much..." Her eyes met his in the mirror and simmered with barely contained heat that didn't dim a single degree when Virgil spoke of having noticed the thermometer. If anything her grin grew larger and she shook her head, letting her other hand slip behind her to the firm abs pressed behind her so that her nails could trail lightly over the contours down toward the light dusting of hair beneath his belly button.<br/><br/>"I'm feeling fine, mi amor. I promise," she assured him. "Or, well, actually I'm feeling quite a bit<em>better</em>than simply fine." And indeed there were probably better adjectives she could have used. She was far from feeling ill in any respect unless one considered arousal to be an illness. "There are a few other reasons one might monitor their temperature, you know. I'm sure you can figure it out," her fingers had met the top of his jeans to rub along the restricting line the way she usually did when her mind had slipped toward things a bit lower, "or, if not, we can always play twenty questions." Her teeth set into her plump lower lip as she watched him in the mirror.<br/><br/>