Alien in the House

wallowed in feelings of guilt or remorse, but reality said that I’d have plenty of time for that tomorrow. Right now, being with my husband in a safe, intimate way seemed like the best idea in the world.
    As I hung our coats up, I noted that there was a fedora hanging in the closet. “Huh, the Elves seem to think you’re going to need headgear tomorrow.”
    “I don’t wear hats.”
    “Oh, don’t be a baby, try it on.”
    “No.”
    “Yes.” I was now used to dealing with a little girl who already had opinions about her clothing. I put it on his head and took a good look. And kept on looking. “Um, wow. Keep it on.”
    “You like it?”
    “Keep it on in bed.”
    Jeff looked at himself in the mirror. “Why?”
    “Um, ’cause you look even hotter in the fedora, if such is possible to believe.” Handed him his trench. “Put the coat back on.”
    “I swore to James we weren’t leaving our rooms, let alone the Embassy.”
    “Am I wearing an emotional blocker?”
    “No.”
    “Then pay attention and put the coat on.”
    He did with an embarrassed little smile. “Okay. So?”
    “So, um, wow. Jeff, this is an amazingly good look on you. Like
GQ
cover model good. Like, never take this stuff off good.”
    Apparently Jeff was finally paying emotional attention again, because he started to blush. “It’s just a coat and hat,” he mumbled, though he looked pleased as well as embarrassed. “I’ve worn a coat before.”
    “Yeah, and you look great in them. But this one’s different.” Possibly because of the hat. Because I’d seen Jeff in the standard-issue trench before. Heck, I had one, too, albeit the girl version. On the roof earlier he’d looked totally hot, but I knew some of that reaction was because I hadn’t seen him in a coat in a while.
    But right now there was definitely something more electric about how he looked. Had to be the hat and trench combo. Resolved to ensure he wore this every single day, even in the summer.
    “I don’t get why you like this so much.”
    “Did you like my wedding dress?”
    “Yeah,” he purred.
    “Remember how much I loved you in your wedding tux?” He grinned. “Then consider this the everyday alternative.”
    “Who knew you were this easy to please?”
    “If anyone should, it would be you. Besides, I’m picky. I only take the hottest guy in the world to bed.”
    Jeff grinned again, and turned me around so he could unzip my dress. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
    “As long as it gets me in bed with you still dressed like this, I’ll flatter ’til the cows come home.”
    Jeff insisted my dress wasn’t ruined for life, so I tossed it into the hamper instead of the trash. The Elves had saved worse, after all. Besides, I no longer cared. I had a living fantasy to get back to.
    I was still in my bra, underwear, and thigh-highs. Jeff picked me up before I took any of them off. “If I’m staying dressed, you’re at least staying partially dressed,” he said, right before he kissed me. “At least for a few minutes.”
    Couldn’t have told anyone where this particular fantasy came from, but it was incredibly hot to be mostly undressed while Jeff was more dressed than normal. Maybe it was a holdover from our wedding night. Chose not to question because questioning would mean talking and I had other things I wanted our mouths doing.
    We were alone in our huge apartment, but we didn’t move out of the closet. Of course, our closet was humongous, but that wasn’t the point. Jeff shoved our clothes over and then shoved us up against the wall while I wrapped my legs around his waist.
    “Mmmm,” he growled as he moved his mouth to my neck. “What’s a naughty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
    “Ahhh.” Hey, it was hard for me to talk when Jeff was on my main erogenous zone.
    “You’re a spy, aren’t you?” he asked with a chuckle that sent sexual shivers through me. “You need to be interrogated.” One hand was cupping my behind, keeping me up. The other one was toying with the other side of my neck.
    “I’ll never tell,” I managed to gasp out, as Jeff’s hand started to slide down my chest. He flicked my bra open with one well-practiced movement, then began playing with my nipples. In about three seconds my hips were thrusting against him.
    He ground against me, making me moan. He was rock hard, and as he rubbed against me, tongue flicking all over my neck, while his fingers played with my breasts, I locked my