The Best Ass in Professional Politics
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s’ Notes- I wrote something!!!! I have been having major writer’s block lately, so even a ficlet feels like an accomplishment. This was written for LizEBoredom who correctly identified my reasons for choosing the names Livia and Dante. Also by an article about Oscar Isaac’s ass and how he had a hard time fitting into the Millenium Falcon and this silly little fic was the result. Enjoy!
Pairing- Adam Vega/MC
Rating- PG-13
Summary- Lilith reads an amusing blog article about her husband.
There was a ding and then a notification from Lily.
Saw this and thought of you.
I clicked on the link, read the title and then let out a loud laugh as I read the title.
10 Reasons Senator Vega Has the Best Ass in Professional Politics
Not only were they in fact ten points, but there were pictures to accompany it. Very, very good pictures. Damn, my husband had a nice butt.
“You seem very engrossed.”
I tore my eyes away from my iPad to see that my husband had entered the room and was standing by the couch in front of me.
“Just reading an article about your ass,” I told him with a grin.
Adam gave me what I affectionally called “the look” as he sat down beside me, immediately pulling me into his side. “Excuse me?”
“It is a blog post highlighting why you have the best ass in Washington,” I told him, showing him the article, “Lily sent it to me.”
“Of course she did,” Adam said dryly as he began rubbing my rounded belly.
“Hey, you should be flattered,” I teased, “it’s a compliment and hey, she ends the post with an endorsement! She writes that when you win the election next year, you’ll become the sexist president in U.S History.” I twisted and wrapped my arms around his neck, “and I agree.”
“Do you now?” Adam asked in a low voice, maneuvering us so that he was leaning over me, though he was careful not to put any pressure on my stomach.
“I do,” I told him, sliding my hands over his back before moving lower and squeezing his ass, “and I’d be happy to demonstrate.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Adam agreed, suddenly getting to his feet and then lifting me up into his arms, “and I think we should start right now.”
- End
