I have the evening all planned. I bought the silk scarves especially for tonight. I leave work a little early, rushing home to prepare for her.
Just as I get the last candle lit, I hear her car pull up in the driveway. A shiver of excitement and anticipation slides through me as I race to the sofa to wait. I hear the door and start to unbutton my shirt, but before I get to the second one, I see her face. Anger masks her features and I can tell she's been crying.
All other thoughts fly from my head as I get up to ask her the problem. I barely get out "Hi" when she turns towards me and aims a glare.
"Don't," she says, voice tight with barely suppressed anger and frustration.
This unexpected turn of events has me flustered, at a loss for words. I regain myself and reach out to her. She lets her bags fall to the floor and stalks off to the kitchen. I follow, hoping the candles and dinner will lighten her mood. But it seems tunnel vision has her eye on the Vodka and nothing else as she grabs it from the freezer, forgoing a glass and drinking right from the bottle.
She turns to me, a scowl on her face. "I'm good enough to work nearly sixty hours a week, but not as a manager! Bastards! I've only been working sixty hours a week because they said I was going to get the manager position. Why else would I fucking kill myself, miss time with you? I still can't believe it!"
Understanding comes fast as I move to hug her, kiss her, anything to help ease the anger and hurt. I barely get out "Baby, I'm sorry" before she throws my hands off her and walks into our bedroom, slamming the door.
I can hear her moving things, angrily yelling and at some point the bottle breaking. I stand outside the door, stunned. These 3 minutes haven't gone as I planned at all. I lightly knock on the door. A shout from the other side of the door has me wincing and backing away a little.
"I don't want to talk right now. Just..." she breaks off, sighing heavily. The door opens just a crack but I don't try to get any closer. "Just leave me alone for a couple minutes," she says, obviously trying for a semblance of calm.
I nod, even though I know she can't see me, trying to hold in my tears of frustration and turn from the door. I can hear her sigh heavily, hesitate and close the door.
I walk away, heading into the kitchen and start packing dinner away. I'm sure it'll be just fine tomorrow. I clean up and go around putting out candles. In the living room, sitting on the sofa I flop back with a sigh and feel the bag I hid there.
Pulling it out, I smile lightly, thinking of what I had planned. I feel tears prick my eyes again, feeling the soft silk slide through my fingers, missing the opportunity. After a minute, I realize; she didn't want to talk... that didn't mean I can't continue my other plans.
Smiling a little to myself, I take the other bag and head to the bathroom. I carefully get dressed, enjoying the fabric as it slides over my skin, the luxurious feel of it new and exciting. I can't help admire it, nodding my head once with approval when I see how the outfit looks on me. I put my other clothes back on over my new outfit and grab the scarves.
I tiptoe to our door, listening. I don't hear her in there anymore so I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Knowing she'd come open it, I made sure one of the scarves was around my neck, easily seen. She opens the door and sees me. Her mouth opens, about to say something and I shake my head, placing a finger over her lips.
I can see the pinched expression on her face quickly change to one of confusion as I push my way into our bedroom. Before she can begin to speak again, I kiss her. She's stiff at first, obviously trying to hold onto her earlier anger, but it doesn't take long to have her moan softly and deepen the kiss, a demanding hand sliding into my hair. After a moment she pulls back, features softened, about to speak again.
Most likely an apology, judging my her contrite expression.
I again shake my head and shush her with a quick kiss, licking along her bottom lip as I pull away. I slowly slide the scarf from around my neck. Warm silk is wrapped around her wrist and I press myself against her, kissing her again and moving towards our bed.
She sits down as it hits the backs of her legs and I'm on her lap an instant later, threading my hands into her hair, holding the back of her head steady as I take advantage with soft kisses, peppered with hard, biting kisses that have her panting and grabbing at my ass with both hands.
I kiss her again before she can attempt speaking, only breaking the kiss to lightly nibble her bottom lip, sucking it between my own for a moment. "Shhhh," I whisper, licking along her slack mouth. She moans softly again, her hands roaming over my back and ass, pulling me closer.
I have another scarf tucked into my shirt. Pulling back from her, I pull that one from its hiding spot and that goes around her other wrist with a loose, lazily looped knot.