You had gotten off work early. Why? You weren't actually quite sure. Your department director just kinda walked up to you, smiled, told you good job, and then she said you could go home for the day. So you finished up the spreadsheet you had been working on, grabbed your purse, and left.
When you got home, your husband was sleeping on the couch. He still had his work slacks on so you assumed he might have came home and passed out. His white shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned.
You quietly took off your shoes, walking over to the man you married. He had a sweet face when he wasn't smirking. He had nice eyelashes too and incredibly pretty skin.
It made you wonder what someone like him saw in someone like you? You were pretty average in your opinion and he was carved like a statue. 'I'm really lucky,' you thought, sighing dreamily.
You noticed that his face was a little flushed. You placed a gentle hand on his forehead. He didn't seem to be struggling with a fever, but his skin was warm to the touch.
You leaned down closer to him, placing a little kiss on his cheek. He smelled a little like alcohol and breath mints.
He had mentioned something about meeting his brother for a meal, but you didn't think he'd drink so early in the day. Then again, his brother was the type to add alcohol to his morning cereal so why wouldn't they drink a little?
It still made you worried though. Your husband wasn't the type to get drunk, and if he did get drunk, you could never tell. However, you had experienced a hangover with him once before and–
Just the thought worried you.
You walked to the kitchen, planing on making a quick something to sober your husband up.
He could wake up with a horrible headache or he could wake acting as usual, as if he hadn't drank at all. Either way, you were going to prepare.
You made some soup, playing it safe by making something that would hydrate him. You went heavy on the potatoes because you heard carbs would help with hangovers. You also toasted some bread to eat on the side.
You poured a glass of water, setting aside some pain killers for later.
"Just in case." You said to yourself, determined to nurse you husband back to health if he needed it.
Stated previously, you had only seen him hungover once and boy was it a sad sight to behold. He was so miserable, upset that he wasn't able to get up and do anything with you since he was bedridden with the worst headache of his life.
And just like this time, the only reason his hangover was so bad was because he was out drinking with his brother, who liked to challenge him to drinking games. And Edgar, being the man he was, never said no to a challenge despite the fact that he never won said challenges.
"This should make him feel better." You chirped, turning off the stove. Everything was nice and hot, ready to be eaten. Now all that's was left was to wake up–
"Honey." Lips made contact with the shell of your ear. "All this for me?" You jumped, your heart beating uncontrollably.
"Eddy!" You squealed. "You scared the life out of me."
All he did was hum, wrapping his arms around your waist like he had done so many times before. You wriggled out of his grasp, turning to face him. "Why are you shirtless?" You asked, circling around him. "Are you... feeling okay?"
He shrugged. "I got hot."
There was definitely something odd about him. Edgar was pretty much the same when he's drunk. He laughed a little easier but other than that, he was relatively normal. However, this time, he wasn't acting relatively normal. Actually, his behavior was a little new to you. Was he drugged or something?
You look into his eye, your concern turning into nervousness. You instinctively took a step back. "I–I made food." You stammered. What's up with that look he's giving you?
He took a step forward. "I see that." His brown eyes narrowed.
You take another step back, shivering slightly. "It'll get cold."
He took another step forward. "I'll warm it up."
You gulped, bumping into the counter. "You should eat something." You urged.
He smirked, licking his lips. "I'll eat something alright."
Your face flushed at the thought. "That's filthy." You blurted, your face heating up. You laughed nervously, looking for any means of escape. You decided to make a break for it, but he caged you with his strong arms before you could even get out the door.
He looked down at you with no emotion. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and that scared you. What did he have planned?
He kissed your cheek, surprising you slightly. He gave you a goofy smile, kissing your other cheek. He then began to powder your face with them, sweet little kisses. At first you whined, but as he continued, your couldn't help but giggle.
It seemed like he stopped as soon as you started to enjoy yourself though. He seemed deep in thought for a moment. You could tell by his eyes what he truly wanted.
He then landed a tender kiss on your lips, loving how you kissed him back and how disappointed you looked when his lips left yours. He looked down at you, kissing your lips once more before he tailed down, kissing your chin and then your neck.
He knew instantly where you favorite spot was.
He also knew exactly what he was doing.
It was true that Edgar went out drinking earlier that day, but he was nowhere near drunk. If anything he was merely buzzed.
He wasn't even asleep when you came home. He was just thinking with his eyes closed and then he had the idea to just wait and see what you would do when he heard the front door open.
The way you felt for his temperature, they way you kissed him so sweetly on the cheek. It was almost too much for him–the fact that you loved and cared for him so deeply. He knew you weren't faking it, but it still surprised him that you were still so considerate when you thought no one was watching.
Then you left and the smell of food hit him. He couldn't help but wonder if you were making something for him.
And then he imagined you in a apron and nothing else.
He spent a moment in that fantasy, the thought riling him up. He sat up on the couch, taking off his shirt to surprise you a little. He loved making you blush.
He slowly walked to the kitchen, watching you work. The way you cooked was almost like a dance. You knew exactly where each seasoning was and where every tool you needed hid.
You didn't even use a measuring cup. You just tossed in whatever felt right. He almost got lost watching you cook, but then he remembered why he was watching in the first place.
He made his move when you turned off the stove.
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"Eddy..." You murmured, looking up at him shyly as he pushed against you. "You're drunk."
Edgar analyzed you facial expression. The one you were making was one of his favorites. It was like a mix between neediness and a pout. You were trying your best to be stern, you really were.
"I'll stop if you really want me to." He sighed, smiling sheepishly. He stepped away from you, slouching in defeat.
"Ah well–"You stopped yourself. You should give in. "Be strong, (y/n)." You murmured to yourself.
You watched your husband sigh. You noticed the disappointed look in his eyes. Truthfully, you wanted to enjoy whatever he had planned but you also knew that he was under the influence and you weren't that type of girl.
"Tomorrow." Was all you said. You walked over, passed your husband, to the cabinet full of your chinaware. "We can..." You gulped, grabbing two bowls. " we can do— well... do you want to... tomorrow...?"
You couldn't even ask. How cute, how innocent. Edgar knew you wouldn't be able to finish your sentence. He could tell by how you stood; looking down at your feet, your shoulders tensed. You would glance back at him every once in a while and every time you did, you lost your voice.
"Are you still scared of me, (y/n)?" He cooed, amused. He walked towards you, pushing his bare chest against your back. He set his head on top of yours, taking the bowls out of your hands before you could drop them and setting them on the counter top.
You shook your head, mumbling about something or other. Edgar spun you around, forcing you to look at him.
"Tomorrow is a bit far away isn't it?" He said. He felt you shiver. "So let's make a deal." Edgar said, placing his hand under your chin.
"I'll eat and sober up..." Edgar kissed you once again. It was slow and passionate, a truly loving kiss. He pulled back, absolutely ecstatic when he felt your grip on his shoulders tighten. "and then we can get to the good part, yeah?"
You bit your lip, your eyes glued to his. Those eyes of yours, your gaze so big and pure. He didn't understand how you could remain so uncorrupted when you lived with someone like him.
It just showed how strong you were, how impossible it was to change you and your virtues.
However...
"Tomorrow..." You said again. "I don't want to take advantage of you, Eddy."
Edgar froze, you slipping out of his grasp swiftly after. You were so good, almost too good.
He couldn't believe it.
He sighed, a small smile forming on his face and his cheeks turning pink in color. He chuckled a bit, still not over the shock of it all.
Such an angel you were.
I hope that was alright. I kinda just got the idea today so it's not as thought through...