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"Man, I'm exhausted," Courtney sighed as she leaned back in the patio chair overlooking the yard as Chris sank into the chair opposite hers, holding a frothy pitcher, fresh from a trip to the blender. After a few weeks of nonstop weekend commitments and crazy work schedules, things had fallen behind around the house. They had agreed they would spend their first free Saturday finally catching up on all the chores they kept putting off. The grey cloud filled sky loomed, threatening rain as they finished the last of their indoor chores.

They decided the only possible way to wait out the rain was to slip up to their bedroom for an afternoon quickie, just to wait out the rain of course. They'd always had great sex, though they never talked about it and had recently it felt as if they had fallen into a bit of a routine. The sun could be seen peeking through the curtains as they cuddled in post sex bliss. "You were a little loud and a lot distracting, maybe we missed the rain," Chris joked, glancing at the clock on his phone, he added, "It's not too late to head out and get a few things done." Eventually they dressed and headed out to tackle their yard. The rain had never come, leaving the day unseasonably hot and every cloud had disappeared, leaving a bright, intense sun. They had powered through the heat to get the lawn mowed and garden beds cleared and ready.

Now as the sun set they were finally rewarding themselves for checking everything off their to do list by relaxing and watching the sky shift through bright pinks and purples before settling into a twilight blue. Chris had jumped in the shower while Courtney ordered dinner. By the time she had showered and slipped on one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, dinner had arrived and Chris had blended up a fruity, icy concoction that was perfect in the still warm air. Dinner was finished and a second pitcher was blended and taken down by the time the sun had fully set. Conversation wandered and jumped between moments of quiet.

"I have zero complaints, as we confirmed this afternoon, but sometimes I miss the way we would play when we first met," Courtney blurted into the silence. Confused, clearly lost in his own thought, Chris looked at her puzzled. On a normal day her internal monologue occasionally slipped out. On long exhausting days ending with frozen drinks, all filters were off. She back pedaled, trying to change the subject, but he pushed so she clued him in to where her mind had jumped.

She admitted she'd been thinking about how great the sex had been that afternoon, and how even though she'd had several orgasms she was greedy and would have happily settle for a couple more, then her brain jumped and had her reminiscing. When they first started talking, she had shared early on that she tended to fall into a submissive side in the bedroom and had discussed some interests. How they were quickly spending their afternoons getting to know each better, naked, between orgasms. She shared the flashes of highlights that had crossed her mind. Him talking her to relax while he carefully warmed up her glass dildo, making eye contact as he did it in the mirror. Him surprising her with a set of restraints and blindfold, blindfolding her while he tinkered around her and listening with bated breath.

Restraining her so her could take his time to lick every bit of her without her being able to push him away. Pillows carefully placed so they could watch each other as she kneeled between his legs to blow him, struggling to get him in her mouth. "OH! Remember that time..." An oddly timed meal that resulted in them being one of only a few tables in a restaurant, the couple in the same vicinity very much into each other and clearly had been together a long time but with an odd dynamic. He ordered her meal, she simply nodded her agreement to the server. After dinner, he went to collect the car, telling her to wait there a set time before leaving, her only response, with a downcast eye was "yes, sir," then waited before getting up to leave.

"And you shrugged and said that's the kind of relationship I'd like some day and shifted topics like it was nothing. The subtle authority and submission yet love and respect, the yes sir, phew, it still crosses my mind, probably a lot more than it should...I wasn't comfortable enough with you then to question it since we were still so new and not even talking about a long term future at that point, not that I wasn't thinking about it, but you definitely weren't, yet. And I people watch too closely unintentionally and so I've never been sure what part of that relationship you would want... Anyway, we still have great sex," she concluded. She feels her cheeks burn as the turn pink as the shock at all that slipped out. Even knowing Chris can't fully see her in the dark, she still can't look at him.

Chris is quiet, processing. Courtney is quiet, panicking. Time feels to stretch for a lifetime. Finally Chris yawns, Courtney does too. "Bed?" Chris suggests, relieved to have dropped the conversation, she agrees. They trudge through the house and up the stairs, flip the lights, and cuddle up in bed. Chris, as if he's been waiting for the comfort of the dark, pulls Courtney in close and says, "We aren't finished with our conversation from earlier, but now is not the time for it. I was a little surprised and we're both exhausted, we have a busy day tomorrow and a hectic week ahead. Let's take this week to think about what we'd each like to explore and we'll set a specific time to discuss it all, maybe next weekend?"

She agreed and the quiet settled around them, his breathing became steady, she was sure he had fallen asleep. Then with a squeeze of her shoulder, he added "I saw them. I heard her. I watched you watch them. Let's just say I could get use to hearing you call me sir." He rolled over and settled in, putting an end to the conversation for the evening. Courtney was suddenly wide awake, thrilled and anxious about what was to come.