A Little Bit of Mischief
Warning ; Mild smut
Ah the holiday season.
The lights, the presents , the snow, the food. The family time.
Oh the anxiety, the dread.
The hours of standing in front of the mirror, trying to tuck every roll, every bit of flab in. Slapping on foundation to cover the pimples. Plucking your eyebrows, shaving all the hair you’d never bothered to shave before. Practicing Italian while you rolled the lint off Tony’s suit.
He noticed how tense you were, how your hands seemed to shake at they moved swiftly off the jacket.
“You have met my parents before y’know. It’s not like they grew fangs or something” he chuckled, slowly removing your hand from the lint roller.