I am unable to foresee the future of Amy and Aiden at present. But I had to write something in the meanwhile that would help me in some way. Thank you for all the feedback. It warms my heart!
The following story is about how after a long day, a couple find their love.
Please show love and all feedback and suggestions are appreciated!
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"Urgh!" I bit out sitting on front of my laptop, trying hard to make this thing work!
For the fifteenth time the screen was yelling 'parameters inadequate!'
I tangled my hands in my hair and put my head down on the table.
The familiar sound of porcelain being kept on the table made me sit up straight. As I did, the aroma of piping hot coffee filled my senses. I already craved it. But more importantly, my husband who had brought me the coffee was standing in his flannel pajamas and no shirt, smiling at me. Not the sexy, I- want - you smile, but the rather I-miss-you smile.
"Thank you," I said as he looked at me in expectation to shut the laptop and just hug him hard. But I had a deadline and as much my hands itched to throw the laptop out the window, I just couldn't.
He just simply shrugged and turned around to go to bed.
"I am sorry!" I said but he had already dropped dead in the bed.
I sighed. I felt like the guy in the relationship. Not giving time to my spouse who isn't even asking for sex, beginning my sentences with 'I am sorry!' What is going on in my life! Why am I stuck with this laptop when I should be in his arms? I am only 25!
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The night went by and I cracked the problem I was assigned by dawn. Exhausted to my bones, I had slept on the chair itself. When I woke up, it was 10 am.
Shit! I am going to be late!
My husband had already left for work. I tidied up and dressed in my black fish cut skirt and striped blouse of warm, inviting colours, I grabbed my laptop, handbag and ran down the stairs of my building, holding my heels in the other hand.
I made my way to the office. I was fucking late.
I didn't even have time to check my phone to see what time it was. I drove the car, like it was a speed car, removing my frustration of 'not having sex' and 'not being intimate with my husband' all on the road.
Parking to the nearest spot I could see, I ran with the heels in my hand and quickly made my way through. In the elevator, I found an alone moment and I wore my heels.
'Breathe Anne, breathe!' I told myself as I found my calm, just before the bell tingled and I reached my office.
"Good morning Anne." Jess, the receptionist beamed at me, and I wished her back.
Walking past the cubicles, I ran into Dave.
"I know I am late, but I solved it!" I told my immediate boss, but he gestured towards the main boss!
"He wants you in his office! You have been late for god knows which time and this is third time you have finished something just on deadline. He questions your efficiency. " he said smiling.
"Oh c'mon! He knows exactly how hard this was!" I said almost angrily and Dave smiled.
"Hey, he's your husband too. He will go easy on you!"
Yes! My boss was my husband, or my husband was my boss. Whichever way, no it was not a forbidden fruit thing. We were married before we joined the company. And his smartness and hard work got him a promotion. He went too far too fast. But I was cut out for core problem solving. Unlike me, he had leadership skills that just helped his promotion.
But we never let our professional or personal life get mixed. Or at least tried to.
I made my way to his office.
"Late again!" he said. I didn't like his attitude at all. Loving in the house, pathetic asshole in the office.
It didn't help that he was wearing the shirt I had gifted him which looked damn hot on him. It was a simple white shirt, but something about it already had me wet. I squirmed just looking at his upper body.
It's been how long?
"I am sorry. But you know exactly how stressful this was!" I said.
"Don't give me excuses. Did you at least finish the task?"
"Yes sir. I will have it on your desk in half an hour." I said timidly and started to leave.
"Wait!" he said and I stood still.
He stood up, revealing that the shirt was tucked in a jet black trouser that hung him in just the right way. My eyes, not under my control, lingered for a second on his hips and the small bulge on his crotch area to finally dart back to his ocean blue ones! Not here! I thought to myself although the sexual tension was ever increasing.
Sauntering towards me, his demeanour had changed. His eyes told me, he was, for this moment, my lovely husband.
Thankful for the cabin to be made out of wooden material with no see through windows, I parted my lips, unashamed of my desire for him. If I couldn't be unashamed with him, then I would be doomed.
Holding my chin in his hand, and closing the distance between us, he gave a small peck on my lips.
"Mrs. O'Brady. How are you?" he asked.
"I am tired Mr.O'Brady. But if you'd be kind enough to kiss me!"
He gave a quick peck on the lips again. Oh, please!
"How's that?" he scoffed.
"Kiss me that will make all this go away, Adrian!" I begged.
Holding my waist and pulling me towards him, he pressed his body hard against mine. His right hand went to my cheek and his long fingers brushed the tendrils of hair that ran down to the length of my breasts. Pulling my neck and tipping my head sideways with his thumb, he brought his mouth tantalising close to mine. I closed my eyes, moan threatening to fall from my lips.
But he breathed on my lips, his mouth still open and I could feel him tease me, bringing his mouth close and then pulling away. I leaned for further encouragement and his hand, went to cup my breast.
"Ummmm!" I moaned and my lips closed and he then pressed his lips hard on mine. He started kneading the breast, clothed, and ran his tongue along my lips, licking it. Once, twice!
