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Tiffany was the type to have matching bras and underwear. It was a bad day if they didn’t match, but a miracle if she could even get her socks in on the color palette. She prided herself on her looks and had every right to. Her beauty was no secret.
So when he came home to see her in just a set of lingerie, heels, and a little apron tied around her waist, his cigarette almost fell out of his mouth. Hearing the clank of keys onto the counter, Tiffany greeted him with a smile while turning a knob on the stove.
"You're finally back! Just in time, too, I'm about to set the table and put out dinner!"
He was speechless. All Chucky could do was take a few steps forward to meet Tiffany in the middle of the kitchen. She gave him a kiss and he held her close. When he still didn't say anything and continued gawking at her, she decided to start a conversation.
"Hi, how was your day?"
Chucky's eyebrows knit together. "Who the hell cares? Where'd this number come from? And what did I do to deserve such a nice surprise?"
"I just got it not too long ago and was waiting to show it off!"
She giddily spun around to let him see it all and Chucky was deeply hypnotized. A hand reached out to touch the bodysuit and glided its way down to find her hip and garter belt. He looped a finger around the top of the garter before pulling it back and letting it go with a snap to her leg. Tiffany jumped and let out a laugh, making Chucky smile.
"Hey, that hu-!"
Tiffany was cut off by Chucky's lips devouring hers and laughed against his lips. Holding her tightly against his body, he backed her up against the kitchen counter. When she broke the kiss, he tried to chase her back into it, but Tiffany held his face back a bit.
"I take it you like it?"
"Tiff," He looked her square in the eye with sincerity, "I love it. All of it."
"Good, because tonight is dinner and a show."
Needless to say, he inhaled his dinner to get to the good part. Tiffany scolded him for his poor table manners and for making her rush to eat, but at least he was excited about tonight. After a bit of bickering, Tiffany convinced Chucky to take care of the dishes so that she could set up her little show in the bedroom. He just turned on the water and put the dishes in the sink, so not necessarily cleaning, but that's better than nothing one would suppose. She was touching up her makeup, fixing her outfit, and putting up her hair and then Chucky stood in the doorway.
"Did you do the dishes?" She said while applying more lipstick.
"I did something to the dishes."
"Like what? Throw them in the sink? I said they need to be cleaned!"
"I ran the water! That's somethin!"
Tiffany turned around to look at him from her spot in the mirror and smirked.
"Y'know, Chucky, I can't argue with that. I'm just glad you made an attempt, even if it was piss poor."
"I had other things on my mind."
Chucky walked over to stand behind her and his arms were wrapped around her waist as he watched her finish dolling herself up. She could already feel him starting to get hard and planted a kiss on his cheek, making sure to stamp a nice impression of her lips onto his skin.
"Sit on the bed and I'll start, sweetface."
He was at the foot of the bed while Tiffany put on a record. It was a simple striptease that took far too long to get interesting for his liking. Chucky couldn’t give a fuck about the fact that her bra, panties, harness, garter belt, and stockings were all the same shade of violet. He didn’t notice things like that when he was too busy watching her dance around for him, and especially not when he was trying to get her out of everything.
“Why the fuck do ya have to have so many things on? Ya know I’m just gonna rip ‘em off ya anyways!”
Tiffany was in his lap getting hastily pulled out of every piece of fabric on her skin. She was like a gift to be unwrapped by an impatient child on Christmas morning.
“Because they’re all from one set, so they go together. And don’t you dare rip anything! This cost a lot and it’s my favorite!”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I don’t cut it off ya with my knife. If ya didn’t look so fuckable with it on, maybe I’d consider it.”
Chucky fucked her plenty of times in one of her little outfits because she looked so good. There were a few personal favorites between the two of them, but the crowd pleaser was always a purple corset, fishnets, and some silly accessories such as a long faux pearl necklace or a black feathered boa.
Of course, it's because of how they met. Tiffany was a sentimental person and Chucky liked anything that reminded him of his favorite hobbies: murder and sex with Tiffany. Tonight's look wasn't exactly like that of the blonde they murdered in Hotel Hackensack, but it was close enough for them.