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As you returned home from yet another tiring day of work at the office, you noticed a big red truck sitting in your drive way. You couldn't help but feel a radiant smile make its way onto your face as you quickly got out of your car and ran to the front door.

Your husband actually made it home before you did. This was a rare occurrence but when it did happen, it always meant something good.

You stopped yourself at the door and set your briefcase down. You gave your hair a shake and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your silky (f/c) work blouse. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

You heard a faint; "Comin'" and you couldn't help but let a playful grin grace your face. Next, you heard footsteps approach the door. Then the door opened for you to see the man that you had fallen in love with every time you saw him. His eyes were sparkling to match the sweet smile on his face. He had a navy blue apron on with the words, "Kiss me, I'm American" over the front written in red and white.

"Well, Mrs. Jones. What are you doing here so late? Won't your husband be worried about you?" He crossed his arms and leaned nonchalantly on the door frame with a spatula in one hand.

"Well, Mr. Jones. You know how things get." You crossed your legs and crossed your arms sensually. "So, is your wife home?"

Alfred cracked a snarky smile and looked back into the house that you both shared. "No ma’am, I can't say that she is."

You crept up close to him and slid a finger down his chest. "Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Hero? Aren't ya gonna invite me in? It's so hot out here," you said while getting closer to him, your voice slipping down to a husky whisper.

His face broke out in a wild blush and you smirked knowing that you had won this round. "A-anything for you, Mrs. Jones," he said, trying to cover his blush with his glasses and failing.

You reached down and slowly picked up your briefcase, making sure to show off the cleavage that you were currently sporting. Alfred tapped his chin with the spatula that he was holding as you made your way past him. Alfred couldn't help but stare at your back side as you sauntered past him. He then slapped your butt with the spatula.

You turned around, ready to “scold” him but before you could say anything; he pushed you lightly to the wall and cornered you with his arms at either side of your head.

“Ya know, babe?” he said leaning in, his forehead connecting with yours. “I think you’re gettin to be a little too good at that.” He finished his sentence with a passionate kiss that sent you sky-high. He then dropped the spatula and started to tangle his fingers in your (h/c) hair. You slipped your hands up to his face and gently pushing him back, giving you enough room to talk.

“Am I, Mr. Jones?” you asked tilting your head lightly. Alfred had you against the wall with his hands resting on your hips. Alfred kissed you again and began to trail his kisses down to your jawline, down your neck, and began to slide your blouse down and off your shoulder, leaving kisses in its wake.

He stopped and whispered gruffly, “Yes, way too good.” You smirked and tangled your hands in his gorgeous, sandy blonde hair as he continued giving you soft kisses.

As you continued to run your hands through your husband’s hair, your hand roughly ran over his curl. Alfred growled into your shoulder and quickly began to slide your blouse off of your shoulders.

“Alfred?” you asked breathless. He didn’t answer as he continued to slide your blouse off. “I think your burgers are burning.” you followed up.

Suddenly, Alfred stopped. In a flash, Alfred was gone and running out the back door that led to the patio. “Dude! Not cool!” he yelled from the grill.

You caught your blouse around your arms and smiled as you stared after your beloved husband that never seemed to grow up. “Some things never change” you thought to yourself.

You looked at the spatula that was thrown on the ground. You smiled mischievously and picked up the spatula. You looked toward the patio and saw Alfred freaking out while standing over a grill with smoke barreling into his face.

You quickly made a break for the stairs and ran into the room that you and Alfred shared.

You opened up the large window that led to an overview of the patio and stuck your head out to see your husband quickly running about looking for his spatula.

“Hey! Mr. Jones!” you yelled with the spatula behind your back and a devious grin on your face. He quickly looked up as he was trying to damp out the smoke with his old Aquaman t-shirt. “Looking for this?” you said, revealing the spatula from behind your back.

“_____, come on! Give it!” he yelled with a look of worry on his face as his precious burgers continued to take the burn for your antics.

“Why don’t you come up and get it?” you said calmly, tucking it in the center of your bra. His face turned to a mix of determination and hunger as he looked up at you. He quickly darted to the back door and you quickly closed the window.

Who will win round 2? Ding ding.

Description
As you returned home from yet another tiring day of work at the office, you noticed a big red truck sitting in your drive way. You couldn't help but feel a radiant smile make its way onto your face as you quickly got out of your car and ran to the front door.

Your husband actually made it home before you did. This was a rare occurrence but when it did happen, it always meant something good.

You stopped yourself at the door and set your briefcase down. You gave your hair a shake and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your silky (f/c) work blouse. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

You heard a faint; "Comin'" and you couldn't help but let a playful grin grace your face. Next, you heard footsteps approach the door. Then the door opened for you to see the man that you had fallen in love with every time you saw him. His eyes were sparkling to match the sweet smile on his face. He had a navy blue apron on with the words, "Kiss me, I'm American" over the front written in red and white.

"Well, Mrs. Jones. What are you doing here so late? Won't your husband be worried about you?" He crossed his arms and leaned nonchalantly on the door frame with a spatula in one hand.

"Well, Mr. Jones. You know how things get." You crossed your legs and crossed your arms sensually. "So, is your wife home?"

Alfred cracked a snarky smile and looked back into the house that you both shared. "No ma’am, I can't say that she is."

You crept up close to him and slid a finger down his chest. "Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Hero? Aren't ya gonna invite me in? It's so hot out here," you said while getting closer to him, your voice slipping down to a husky whisper.

His face broke out in a wild blush and you smirked knowing that you had won this round. "A-anything for you, Mrs. Jones," he said, trying to cover his blush with his glasses and failing.

You reached down and slowly picked up your briefcase, making sure to show off the cleavage that you were currently sporting. Alfred tapped his chin with the spatula that he was holding as you made your way past him. Alfred couldn't help but stare at your back side as you sauntered past him. He then slapped your butt with the spatula.

You turned around, ready to “scold” him but before you could say anything; he pushed you lightly to the wall and cornered you with his arms at either side of your head.

“Ya know, babe?” he said leaning in, his forehead connecting with yours. “I think you’re gettin to be a little too good at that.” He finished his sentence with a passionate kiss that sent you sky-high. He then dropped the spatula and started to tangle his fingers in your (h/c) hair. You slipped your hands up to his face and gently pushing him back, giving you enough room to talk.

“Am I, Mr. Jones?” you asked tilting your head lightly. Alfred had you against the wall with his hands resting on your hips. Alfred kissed you again and began to trail his kisses down to your jawline, down your neck, and began to slide your blouse down and off your shoulder, leaving kisses in its wake.

He stopped and whispered gruffly, “Yes, way too good.” You smirked and tangled your hands in his gorgeous, sandy blonde hair as he continued giving you soft kisses.

As you continued to run your hands through your husband’s hair, your hand roughly ran over his curl. Alfred growled into your shoulder and quickly began to slide your blouse off of your shoulders.

“Alfred?” you asked breathless. He didn’t answer as he continued to slide your blouse off. “I think your burgers are burning.” you followed up.

Suddenly, Alfred stopped. In a flash, Alfred was gone and running out the back door that led to the patio. “Dude! Not cool!” he yelled from the grill.

You caught your blouse around your arms and smiled as you stared after your beloved husband that never seemed to grow up. “Some things never change” you thought to yourself.

You looked at the spatula that was thrown on the ground. You smiled mischievously and picked up the spatula. You looked toward the patio and saw Alfred freaking out while standing over a grill with smoke barreling into his face.

You quickly made a break for the stairs and ran into the room that you and Alfred shared.

You opened up the large window that led to an overview of the patio and stuck your head out to see your husband quickly running about looking for his spatula.

“Hey! Mr. Jones!” you yelled with the spatula behind your back and a devious grin on your face. He quickly looked up as he was trying to damp out the smoke with his old Aquaman t-shirt. “Looking for this?” you said, revealing the spatula from behind your back.

“_____, come on! Give it!” he yelled with a look of worry on his face as his precious burgers continued to take the burn for your antics.

“Why don’t you come up and get it?” you said calmly, tucking it in the center of your bra. His face turned to a mix of determination and hunger as he looked up at you. He quickly darted to the back door and you quickly closed the window.

Who will win round 2? Ding ding.