AN: I was given the very kind compliment in an anon review that suggested I could write about Michael and Sara doing something as mundane as laundry and they would read it. Needless to say, this felt like a challenge that would be fun to accept. This one-shot takes place a number of weeks after ‘Homecoming’. You don’t necessarily have to have read that fic, but it helps. NSFW, rated NC-17. You’ve been warned.
For the first time in Sara didn’t know how long, the house was quiet, she and Michael were alone in their bedroom, and one or both of them weren’t already asleep at 10 pm. Michael leaned toward her over the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he bent to kiss her cheek. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel where his lips would land next. Instead, the mattress dipped again and he rose. “I’m going to go fold that laundry on the couch.”
Her eyes blinked open. Really? Henry had just gone down. They had time for…other pursuits…before mundane chores and sleep retook priorities #1 and #2. Truth be told, they’d had time to resume such pursuits on several occasions this past week, as the baby finally settled into a predictable sleep schedule, but Sara had been rebuffed each evening. She wasn’t typically someone who let a man’s sexual interest (or lack thereof) determine her self worth, but…this was her husband and she didn’t think it made her any less of a liberated woman to want him to want her. Michael hadn’t shown any interest in the bedroom since Henry was born, and Sara understood why this would be when she’d been in pain and always in sweatpants and he’d been sleep deprived, but dammit, he’d slept at least seven hours last night, and she’d made a wardrobe change.
“Do you need to do that right now?” she ventured.
“Is that a problem?” He already sounded impatient to be away.
She tried very hard not to allow the hurt of this to show. She answered him lightly, even though it felt forced to flirt. “You may not have noticed, Scofield, but I’m not wearing a spit-up stained t-shirt tonight. Nor am I already passed out asleep.”