Malcolm Ryan (fishy_man) wrote in b_field_ic, @ 2012-03-09 02:03:00 |
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Date Night
Who: Jo and Mal
Where: Their Home
When: Wednesday, March 7th - Early Evening
"Jo, honey? Are you home?" Joanna's husband, Malcolm, called out as he entered their home that they shared with their three children. He's a man that stands at 6-foot-even, has broad shoulders, hazel eyes and a strong jawline. He spends most of his time out on the water, so he's very strong and sure-footed. He has to be. "Honey, our reservation is set for 7:30!" He called out again. Every Wednesday evening they made a point to spend time together, without the children. They figured it was safer to do date night during the week to prevent the girls from throwing a party - Or, that was Mal's thinking, anyway.
He made his way into the house, unbuttoning clothes as he went along. A hazard of the job, unfortunately, was that he'd inevitably smell like fish at the end of the day, so he had every intention of having a nice long shower before his date with his wife.
Joanna had just stepped out of the shower when she heard her husband announce his arrival home. It was because Wednesdays had traditional become 'their' day, that Jo worked a few hours in the morning at the diner she ran with her sister. "I'm fully aware what time our reservation is for." The blond appeared to meet her husband with a smile, clad solely now in a white fleece robe.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to remind you now, does it?" Mal replied, smiling as he walked over to Jo. The sea wasn't quite so unforgiving today, which meant that overall he'd had a good day and hoped that the evening would end on a high note. "May I say that you look absolutely delicious," he said, leaning over to give her a brief loving kiss. He figured he'd get it in before she noticed the smell and forced him to have a shower.
"Not in the slightest." Jo smiled back, her arms looping loosely around the man's neck when he reached her, then. "The gentleman may." Smiling into the kiss when his lips brushed hers. Joanna was used to him smelling like a fisherman when he came home at the end of the day, it had become a familiar smell to her, that fishy smell mingled with that of her husband's scent, that Jo barely made any comment about it anymore.
Mal smiled into the kiss, letting out a content rumble as he drew it out for a moment. While he loved their children, he truly cherished moments like this with his wife. Just the two of them. "You always beat me to the shower," he noted after breaking the kiss, smirking at her. Oh, one day he planned to meet her in there, of that there was no doubt. "How was your day then, my love?"
"That's only because I don't spend the day out on a boat." She smiled with a gentle caress to his cheek. With three children normally running in and out of the house, times like these were quite rare, and were meant to be cherished. "It was good. And judging from your mood, I'm taking it you had a good day out on the boat."
"You'd be right about that," he replied, finally disentangling from her. He walked over to their bedroom and started taking off his shirt, toeing out of his shoes as well. Despite the long hours that he'd worked she was right, he was in a good mood. Give him ten minutes with teenage daughters who made demands of him or told him about new boyfriends his mood was likely to change drastically, though. "And I can think of no better way to end the day then to spend it with you."
"That sentiment is mutual, sweetie." Jo stated softly as she followed her husband into their bedroom, then made her way over to the closet. A decision still needed to be made as to which dress she'd wear for their evening out together.
"I always liked the green dress on you," Mal suggested as he worked his pants and his briefs down his hips. As always, he'd leave his pile of clothes to tend to after the shower. He tried to give them a few days wear before putting them through the wash, but ultimately it depended how whiff-y they were. "Just a suggestion," he rumbled, moving over to kiss her cheek, soon scampering off to the shower lest one of the kids walk in.
A suggestion that was well taken. Pulling the aforementioned green dress from the closet as her husband scurried off to the bathroom to shower, Joanna hung the garment on the door before she moved to collect her husband's discarded clothing. While he might not mind leaving a pile on the floor of their bedroom, Joanna kind of had an issue with it, though it was one she never voiced to Malcolm. After depositing the fish smelling garments into the hamper, Jo sat herself down at her dressing table to work on applying her makeup.
Mal took a good fifteen minutes in the shower, wanting to be completely rid of that fishy smell and to be sudsy clean. After toweling himself dry, he wrapped a towel around his waist and grumbled at his reflection, seeing his five o'clock shadow. "You know, I'm gonna have to teach Henry how to do this soon enough," he called out to Jo as he started applying shaving cream.
"What's that, Mal?" Jo called back as she started fixing her hair up into a french bun. If she had known right off what her husband had been talking about, Jo would have given vehement protest.
"Shaving," he called back. He filled the bathroom sink with water and began to shave, dragging the razor blade down his skin and then washing the foam off in the water before repeating the process. He had it down to an art now, as very rarely did he accidentally nick his skin. "You have to face it someday, Jo. Our boy's growing up."
Jo sighed softly then. She knew it would be inevitable that her baby boy would grow up, she just hoped he wouldn't do it so rapidly. Their daughters were practically young women now, and for her to think of her son as a young man, and shaving. Well that just started her to feeling a bit old. "He's only 10, Malcolm, you can wait a couple/five years before instructing him in the art of shaving."
"A couple turned into five very quickly," he pointed out with a laugh. He'd already had the birds and the bees talk with the poor boy after catching him watch a sex scene on HBO and wasn't that an interesting discussion. Their son was an inquisitive sort. He poked his head past the door frame to look at Jo. "Don't worry. We've legally still got him for another eight years. He's got plenty of time to grow up."
"Not long enough." Jo said a bit regrettably as she looked over to her husband. He was her baby after all, and the thought of him leaving the nest saddened her. Once her children left the nest, Joanna wouldn't have anyone to mother over.
Malcolm smiled. He could only guess as to how difficult it would be when all of their children left home, but he hoped that when the time came, he and Jo would be able to work through that initial loneliness that came with an empty house. He went back into the bathroom to finish shaving, trying to think of a way to cheer Jo's mood. "We could always go somewhere where there's dancing," he suggested. Dancing wasn't something that he did often, but in wanting to lift her spirits, of course he was going to offer.
"That is really sweet of you to offer, Malcolm, but the restaurant you have reservations at is fine with me." She was appreciative of his offer, but they had never changed plans for a date night, and Joanna wasn't about to start now. "If you trust our children not to burn the house down, or destroy it completely, maybe we can get a room at The Lodge after dinner." Jo had gotten up then, and walked over to the bathroom, leaning slightly against the door frame as she spoke.
Mal had cleaned off the remaining shaving cream on his face and was in the midst of brushing his teeth when Jo made her suggestion. With a mouth full of toothpaste, all he could do was look at her and raise his eyebrows in response. Well, that was... certainly a nice and unexpected suggestion. He spat out the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed his mouth with water before replying. "I'm suddenly glad that we have insurance." He smiled. "We'll see how you feel after dinner?"
"I think I'll be just fine." She smiled to the man. her husband always had a way of brightening her mood, and Jo was expecting no less from him tonight. "I'll leave a note for the kids before we leave to let them know we might not make it back home tonight."
"Oh, I'm sure the girls will just love reading that," Mal chuckled. He gave Jo's ass a small thwap as he passed her back into the bedroom and started looking for clothes to wear for their evening together. He'd already decided on a suit with a green tie to match her dress (since living with three women at least gave him some sense of style). "Did you see Gabby today?"
"Well, you know if I don't they'll have the police out looking for us if we wouldn't make it back by 11." A smile spread then when she felt the playful swat to her ass when her husband stepped past her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. "I did," Jo nodded lightly with her reply, "and she's doing well, and pretty much forbid me to come into the diner before noon." Which was kind of tradition between the two sisters every Wednesday. Jo would tell her sister that Mal was taking her out that night, and in return, Gabby would be insistant that Jo not step into the diner until noon.
Mal chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on a fresh pair of briefs, then socks. "The day ever comes that she finds someone, I know that you'd do the same thing for her in a heartbeat." He stood up, letting the towel around his waist drop to the floor and walked back over to Jo, giving her another loving kiss. He really couldn't get enough of her tonight, it seemed. "Mm, alright. We'd better get a move on before the teenage terrors get home."