He readily dropped to one knee and you slid into the first heel while your foot rested on his raised thigh, he fastened the strap and caressed your calf, giving it a little pat to signify he was finished. The bruises he’s leave on your neck, or thighs, or bre- he was getting carried away again. It was cute, but he liked his way better. He loved all your little gifts, tokens of your life together that marked him as yours. He also laced up the fancy black and grey boots with steel toes you got for his birthday, and pulled on the black driving gloves with brass knuckles and little moon emblems that you gave him for Valentines. He attached it to the watch chain and slipped it in his vest with a smile. You had gotten him it for Christmas just two months after your daughter was born. He noticed you also laid out the silver pocket watch you got him with the moon and sun engraved on it, it also had yours and your daughter’s initials on the inside. It felt a little Gomez Addams to him but eh, he was also a crazy man who loved a dangerous woman so what did he care. He stepped from the shower and went about putting on the suit you laid out for him, it was a black pinstriped number with a vest, white shirt, black tie. He noticed that your nails matched the shade of your pretty mouth, and he pictured just what those hands, that mouth could be doing and he was again violently reminded why he put a baby in you in the first place. You were glorious, you sat at your vanity, resplendent in a black lacy thing, some kind of robe he supposed. He saw you pull out the tube, and just like every other time you’ve put on that lipstick, the way the vibrant red spread over your mouth, that pillowy soft oasis he revered.

The part that always made him want to worship at your alter. Fascinated himself by watching you dab at your eyelids, and curl your eyelashes with a blunted torture device he had no name for, then came his favorite part.

He snuck to the door to watch you as you carefully carved out the line of your jaw, the shape of your nose. When Jake came in the house, Partition was blasting at full volume from the bedroom, and he knew that you meant business.

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