all of this and heaven too: bawson fic
@texasbama asked for the fic and she shall receive <3
So basically, Mike is supposed to be getting inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame and then he sees Ginny in a dress and their night get sidetracked.
For obvious reasons.
He’s being inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame…and he can’t find his favourite cuff links.
Mike has checked the drawer where they usually are, every possible place in his closet, and the bedside table, for whatever reason they may have ended up there. Nothing.
“Ginny! The cuff links? The ones you gave me? Any ideas? I’m running out of places to look,” she’s in the bathroom and he can hear her faint laughter through the door. Of course she’s laughing at him.
“I’m looking at ‘em! You forgot them in here, old man,” her voice is full of mirth and he’s about to head over to open the bathroom door when she beats him to it.
Mike has decided he’s not at all interested in being honoured; leaving the house is most definitely the worst possible thing he could do right now. Leaving this bedroom even. She looks unbelievable, so unbelievable he blinks a couple times just to make sure she’s actually real. He takes a second to remind himself that she is his wife. She is all his; she agreed to be with him for the rest of their lives in front of everyone who matters to them both.
He’s never going to get over it, it astounds him over every time he sees the ring on her finger.
The grey sheer fabric hangs off her like a dream, the tie accentuating her waist and the dipped neckline brings his eyes to her beautiful breasts like he’s zeroing in on a target. His favourite part though, is that one of her beautiful, long, strong legs is visible through a sinfully high slit in the fabric.
Mike lets his eyes rake slowly over her. He starts at her feet, the heels she’s wearing making her legs pop and his mouth go dry. His gaze travels slowly up her body, along the curve of her thigh to the flare of her waist, her chest and neck, until finally landing on her face and the artfully tousled hair falling around her stunning face.
This has to be a dream. This can’t be his life. There is no way he won a world series, is being inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, and has a living, breathing goddess as a life partner. There is just no way.
He almost pinches himself but his hands are tingling and his brain is working too slow to force any of his limbs into movement.