I was frustrated, stressed, exhausted, and edgy all at once. Work had been heinous for two weeks, and we hadn't been able to see one another, or even talk much. The lack of contact was getting to me and I had begun to withdraw. After yet another hellish day, I walked in, and decided to forego dinner and head straight for the tub with a glass of wine. Consequences be damned.
I left a trail of clothes between the kitchen and my bathroom as I headed to carry out my plans, wine bottle and glass in hand. As the tub filled, I decided to pamper myself further and add my favorite bubble bath. Once everything was set, I went to step in and my phone buzzed. Seeing it was you, I took a deep breath before answering. You were probably just calling to "check in" before running off to something more important. Again.
"Yes?" I answered, not bothering to disguise my annoyance.
"Excuse me?"
Sigh. Hearing the disappointment in your voice squelched my need to be bristly.
"I'm sorry. I'm just upset at how everything is going and all this crap with work and I'm overwhelmed."
I plopped into the tub, uncorked the wine, and took a long swig, worried what your response might be. My insecurities had crept in and had me mostly convinced you were pushing me away, not that you were busy too.
"I see. Get ready and come over. Don't bother with makeup, and it doesn't matter what you wear. I know you're in the tub because I heard the water splash. Finish your bath before leaving. And babe?"
"Yes?"
"I heard the bottle too. No more. Understand?"
"Yes," I answered. Alcohol and I got along all too well, and I was not supposed to have it when unsupervised. "I'll be there within the hour."
"Good girl."
I finished bathing and grooming, slapped on some lotion and perfume, and brushed my hair out. It wasn't cold out, so I left it loose to air dry.
Since it didn't matter what I wore, I threw on jeans and a tee shirt. When you said clothes and makeup didn't matter, what you really meant was to dress comfy and get my ass over there.
I pulled in around 45 minutes after your call. Grabbing my purse, I turned to open my door, but you beat me to it. You pulled me from the car and wrapped your arms around me pulling me close. I barely had time to take a breath before your lips crushed mine. Every doubt and worry I'd had about where I stood with you was quickly erased.
You pulled back, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and just held me close for a few minutes.
"I missed you so much sweetheart. Two weeks is far too long," your words muffled against my neck as you inhaled my scent.
"I missed you too. It was forever."
Chuckling, you closed my car door and took my hand, leading me into the house. When we walked into the living room, I had to fight back tears.
It was perfect. There was a soft blanket on the couch, one of my favorite movies cued on the tv, and dinner and movie snacks on trays by the couch. It blew my mind how you seemed to know what I needed, in all aspects, not just in bed. After eating and snuggling during the movie, we naturally couldn't stand it anymore.
Soft kisses turned more passionate, light touches more intense. I climbed into your lap, hands sliding under your shirt, grinding my already wet pussy against you. I wanted more and I wanted it right then. You gripped my hips, holding me in place, stopping me from getting what I desperately wanted.
"I realize that I have been kind of checked out the past couple of weeks," you sighed. "I'm sure that led to behavior that I probably don't want to know about. Tonight is about re-establishing our connection. All of it. This half was for the portion beyond the bedroom. It was to let you know that I do care further than in play. This second half is to remind you who is in control and why. If necessary, or if asked, you will use your words or signals as indicators for me. You will also completely let yourself go and allow me to get us back on track. Is this acceptable? Do you consent to this?"
I shivered in anticipation and nodded my head. A slight growl escaped your lips as your hand tightened on my ass, gently squeezing a warning.