A Girls Shady Fantasy

I have this fantasy. . .
It's just a normal, typical day, and I'm moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends.
My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home. . .
He's very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow. . .