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David is snuggled into her arm in their bed. It's 10 am. They are luxuriating in the lateness of the morning, the absence of their children—packed off to grandpa's for the weekend. The simple act of sleeping in feels decadent once it's become an impossibility.
"You know, Michael has been quite the charmer on set so far."
"Oh, I know. That's what he's like."
"All the production people love him."
"That's how he gets all the talented women to write for him. Yourself included-"
"He told me I have lickable fingers-"
"-charms the sense out of the ladies' minds- Excuse me?" David raises his head and looks at her, scandalized.
"It made sense in context," she quips, nonchalant.
"In what context did that come up?" sqeaks David.
"We were talking about fried chicken and- ...Never mind."
"Never mind?"
"You wouldn't understand. It requires meme knowledge."
"Ahh, my achilles heel. The meme knowledge," grumbles David, burying his face in her again.
Georgia giggles.
"He also told me he has a good track record of entertaining wives."
"He what?"
"Calm down, it was only a joke."
David's hand possessively curls around her waist and pulls her firmly into himself.
"I sure hope so!"
She grins and kisses him. She loves riling him up. He buries his hand in her hair and presses his nose into her neck, kissing her there.
"My wife, flirting with a strange man..." he grumbles.
She runs her hand through his hair. "My husband," she answers lovingly, knowing he likes to hear this affirmation from her lips.
He snuggles back into her arm.
"You like it?" he asks.
"He's an attractive man."
"Georgia! I'm your husband!" He sounds more scandalized by her boldness than upset.
"Yes honey." She pecks him on the lips. "But don't you agree?"
"I- I mean- I suppose so."
"He's incredibly fit isn't he."
"Yeah," he sighs in defeat. Georgia has a point, as usual. Georgia's hand strokes his hair and he closes his eyes, feeling like a cat bathing in the morning sun.
"You know, back when we were shooting the second season of Good Omens together, he was also flirting with everyone. And there was this one scene where we were supposed to dance together. But it was quite an- erm- intimate... version of dancing-"
"Oh, I don't recall that from the season."
"Yeah, they had to cut it for reasons I'm about to explain."
"Oh, please do," Georgia grins. "You've never told me this before."
"Well, I had to do that so-called 'dance' with Michael and he kept on making comments about how he'd always wanted to snag a dance with me and worse."
Georgia grins knowingly. "He must've flustered you huh?"
"God, you have no idea. We had to do the scene like twenty-seven times because I kept on turning completely red." David hides his face in her shirt and laughs at the excruciating memory.
"Aww, now that wouldn't do on camera."
"No."
"So did everyone know you had a thing for Michael?"
David doesn't even protest it. "Well, I pretended I had just forgotten the lines every time." He giggles into Georgia's chest.
"David, let me break this to you: definitely no one bought that."
She sounds a bit too joyful at this proclamation, in David's opinion.
"But I'm an actor!"
"But you always know your lines."
"Well..." David can't argue with that.
"Have you considered Michael was doing it because he enjoyed riling you up?"
David scoffs indignantly.
"You would know about that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," she says, self-satisfied, and places a kiss on his forehead. He snuggles into her chest.
"What if I ask him on set tomorrow?"
"Georgia! What- what would you even ask him?"
"Oh, I don't know, whether he still fancies my husband?"
"Georgia!" She giggles in delight. Nothing better than her name from his lips in that exact tone.
"We don't even know if he likes men," David reasons.
"You may not know that but yes, I do."
"What?" squeaks David, "How?"
"I have my little birds."
"Of course you would." There's a little hint of adoration in his voice. She loves that even after years of marriage, he still regards her as though she were some magical fairytale creature.
She studies him as she strokes his hair before she offers: "I think it would be hot if Michael bent you over our sofa and fucked you senseless."
"Oh my- God- Georgia!" He raises his head and faces her with wide eyes.
She pulls him into a kiss. Her hand snakes around to palm at his ass.
"Bet Michael would love a piece of this tight little arse."
David lets out a heavy breath, still staring at her with wide eyes.
"I think he'd top the fuck out of you. He's probably the type to manhandle you a bit if you let him."
"Do you think?" David says weakly. He doesn't even try to protest the outrageous things he's just heard come out of his wife's mouth.
"Yeah," Georgia says, licking her lips.
Her hand moves down his front and she is pleased to find him mostly hard. Her words have had the desired effect. She palms him through his pajama pants and applies pressure and he groans deeply. She grins wolfishly. David is too easy. This is going to be fun.
David dips his head to kiss her neck and his hand runs under her shirt to squeeze her breast.
"I want to watch him fuck you incoherent."
"Christ, Georgia."
"You love it."
There is some frenzied tearing off of clothes and then David pushes inside her with a small groan. Georgia runs her hand down his back and squeezes his ass. She likes how the thought of being fucked has made him like this.
"Did you get to see him undressed during Good Omens?"
"Mostly," he breathes, moving his hips and groaning sweetly already.
"He's fit isn't he?"
David groans and pushes his nose into her neck. "Yeah." His hand runs over her bare body urgently, grabbing everything he can touch of her. This line of questioning is clearly doing it for him.
Georgia bites her lip and groans, wrapping her leg around his small hips.
"Yeah, I bet he's incredibly fit. And strong. And, ugh, and such a charmer." She sighs happily and tugs at David's hair. "And cocky..."
David gives a tortured groan and faces her again, an honest expression in his eyes. He stops.
"I want you to be... mine." He says the words quietly, as though they were forbidden. She thinks it's cute that he needs reassurance that Michael doesn't stand a chance.
"I am, David." Georgia runs her hand into his hair, her voice warm. "Your wife. I'm yours."
He looks in need of a kiss so she kisses him. He groans into her lips. He's so sweet and she wants him here in her arms, hers to kiss and bite, forever.
"You'd be so good at taking it up the arse," she tells him lovingly, squarely in the face.
David doesn't respond, closes his eyes, and groans, but it's so high it's more like a whimper. He moves his hips again and pushes his face into her neck. His hand grabs everything he can touch of her.
She hums in pleasure. Then she stills his hips with her hand.
"One sec, darling."
She reaches over to rummage messily in the drawer of the nightstand. Several odd ends fall out before she triumphantly pulls forth a little square lube packet.
David looks at her intensely, his breath coming quickly through parted lips, as she rips it open with the help of her teeth and dribbles it all over her index and middle finger.
"Don't stare, darling, move."
He buries his hand in her lush hair and moves his hips obediently, not taking his eyes off her. His pouty lower lip makes her want to bite him.
Georgia's hand reaches around and her fingers press between the cheeks of his ass. She wants her fingers inside his cute little butt while David pleasures her. She wants to make him moan with them. She wants him to imagine what it might be like being fucked by Michael. David pants as he moves his hips and looks at her with parted lips and wide eyes.
"David," she groans like he offended her. "Do you even know what you do to people? One look like that at Michael and he'd be a saint not to push his cock right into your mouth, honey."
David's eyebrows raise to form an inverted V on his forehead and he whines quietly. Ironically, this makes Georgia feel more feral. This stupid man and his stupid fuckable face. The rhythm of David's hips falters. Georgia uses the opportunity to push her two lubed fingers into him. He slows and she curls her fingers, making him drop his head into her neck and whine.
Fuck, if Michael could see this, she thinks.
"Shut up and fuck me," Georgia orders.
"You're so filthy," he rasps into her neck.
She kisses his ear. "What would you call it?"
"Making love?"
"Sure darling." She curls her fingers inside him, making him groan again. "Make love to me."
He obeys her command, moving his hips again, groaning into her neck. She runs her hand through his hair and moans in delight. Every time his hips move out, she pushes and curls her fingers into him. She's rewarded with sounds of overwhelmed pleasure.
"Mmmh honey, you're so beautiful like this," Georgia tells him because it's true. "You'd look gorgeous taking it up the arse."
He chokes out a sound and his hips arch out to chase her fingers. "Mmmh, that's right," Georgia purrs. She watches in delight how his hips thrust into her and arch slightly back to chase her fingers each time. He looks gorgeous.
"I love you," David groans into her chest and she knows he is close.
She curls her fingers inside him wickedly.
"I love you too, darling."
Her hand pulls his head up by his hair to face her. He looks wrecked and desperate. His eyebrows are drawn together high on his forehead. She looks at him like she's about to devour him. Instead, she places a kiss on his pretty nose. David groans as he moves and his pouty lower lip is driving her crazy. She draws him in to kiss him hungrily. She bites his lower lip so hard it must hurt. He takes it and places kisses on her mouth desperately in return. His hips falter. He groans brokenly.
"I love you I love you I love you," he murmurs against her lips as he comes.