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Tracing your fingertip over the circumference of the martini glass balanced in your lap, you continue to battle the filthy ideas that had been threatening to consume you for some weeks now. They'd started off as an intrusive thought, one that crept into your mind during a boring shift at work before taking root in your brain and settling there.
To put your idea on ice for a while had been difficult, especially when it violently shoved its way to the forefront of your mind at every given opportunity, but you couldn't just spring such a deviant diversion from your typical bedroom antics on Steven at a less than ideal time. Comfortable with you as he was, you still thought that the poor, nervous man would have somewhat of a nuclear-level meltdown at the concept.
But it was late on a Wednesday night, the evening before Steven's scheduled day off from working at the museum, and the scheme was taking ahold of you again. It had been somewhat of a miracle that Steven had managed to convince Donna to grant him any annual leave given his appalling record of showing up late to work so frequently- or not at all, but given he was yet to take any scheduled time off it was easy to twist Donna around his finger with a polite smile and promise of coffee runs for the next week.
Seeing him sat at his little reading desk in the cluttered apartment, reading glasses balanced on his nose as he skimmed through a book that he had easily read five times over since the start of your relationship, and knowing you had him all to yourself tomorrow morning, made it very hard to deny the urge much longer. He'd picked out your favorite button-up shirt this morning, a simple, navy cotton that seemed to fit him a little better than the rest in his wardrobe and you had been amused at the thought that it must be a sign.
"Steven," you muse quietly, cutting through the quiet of the apartment that had only been punctuated by Gus' water filter. You watch as he immediately stops scanning the chapter he had taken interest in to look up at you over the top of his glasses frame and give you his undivided attention, ultimately losing his place in the text. It's endearing, his undying urge to please you, and furthers your need to finally bring up the idea that had plagued your mind for weeks.
