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Five sat on the edge of Tate and Five's bed, watching his wife fix her makeup through the mirror on top of the desk. She looked beautiful as ever in her little red dress. "You look perfect," Five mumbled as he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Thank you..." Tate responded as Five began to leave kisses upon her neck, nipping at the skin and sucking on it, little love bites. "The party's soon..." Five started. "You think you'll last until then, darling?" Five asked before Tate turned her head to her husband.
"Not without some drinks, of course," Tate responded. "So impatient," Five teased in a low tone, his warm breath against her ear making her shiver as his hands began to roam her body, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer to his chest.
"Stop..." Tate smiled as Five got closer to her. "Stop? I don't think you would want me to stop," Five whispered as his hands moved from her hips as he pulled the top part of her dress down, exposing more skin.
"But if you insist, I will," Five whispered before leaving kisses on her shoulder, his hands going back to her hips. "It's your party, Five. Your damn Christmas party at the CIA that I have been going as your date for the last three times," Tate reminded her husband as she tried her best not to give in to his desires.
