Louis stumbled out of the tiny curtained alcove that passed for his office, rubbing sleep out of his bleary, bloodshot brown eyes with one hand. "How'd it go?" Nina asked sympathetically, even though she could tell already that this was one of those days where her husband had to claw for every word and every sentence. She wished she could just tell him to take a day off, but he'd staked most of their savings and more than a little money they'd have to find a way to pay back on getting this degree. It was crunch time, his senior thesis was due in less than a month, and days off just didn't happen.
He only gave her a wan, wordless smile in response, and made his way with obvious difficulty over to the couch where he slumped onto the cushions with an exhausted, distant look on his pale, unshaven face. He stared at the television for a long minute, so obviously punchy from hours of studying and writing essays on top of his brutal shift at the factory that he couldn't even process the necessary steps of turning it on. Nina had to take pity on him on a night like this, no matter how tired she might be from her own job. She climbed out of the recliner and went over to join him.
Before Louis could say a word, Nina cupped her tawny fingers around the back of his neck and guided his head to face her. "Fall into me," she whispered, and Louis's eyes rolled back gratefully in his head as he sagged forward against her warm body and collapsed into limp, boneless relaxation.
"That's it, sweetie," she cooed, gently rocking him back and forth while her hand moved up to stroke his soft brown hair. "I know, good boy. I know you're so tired. It's okay. Let it go. Let all that stress, all those worries just float away like a bright pink balloon now, while you fall deeper and deeper into my pretty hazel eyes and forget everything but the sound of my voice." Louis twitched visibly, the sudden absence of tension in his muscles causing them to unwind in spasms of rubber-band energy. She leaned back against the arm of the small sofa, allowing him to sink down into her lap.
They would probably be more comfortable on the bed, but Nina couldn't even think about getting him off the couch until he'd had at least a little bit of trance time to help his brain rest and recharge. Right now he looked like something she'd scrape off the grill at the little diner Nina worked at in the afternoons while Louis studied, and she didn't want to wake him until it was absolutely necessary. "Deeper and deeper for me, honey. Just sink around and down, and around and down into the spiral and leave all those silly thoughts behind you as you go. You don't need them." Her fingers brushed gently at his forehead, massaging away the tension in his brow and leaving his face smooth and untroubled for the first time since he woke up in the morning.
A tiny twinge of guilt nagged at the back of Nina's mind--she knew that her poor lover was ground down by the long days of manual labor and the tough nights of constant mental exertion, and of course she wanted him to finish his degree and find a better job that didn't leave him so exhausted all the time... but she still couldn't help finding him more adorable than ever when he looked so sleepy and vulnerable like this. There was something so sexy about the way he nodded absently along with the sound of her voice, the way he went limp and helpless and gave himself so completely over to her control that Nina couldn't help thinking of all the ways that he responded to her hypnotic skills during the better times when they weren't both so constantly drained.
A tiny sliver of that old energy game back to her, and she undid a few buttons on her blouse while she continued to murmur, "Blank and empty and relaxed, pet. Blank and empty and relaxed." Within moments, Nina had freed her full, heavy tits from the tight and uncomfortable confines of her clothing. She leaned forward a bit, allowing her dark brown nipple to brush against Louis's lightly parted lips. Wtih a sigh of helpless pleasure, he latched on and began to suckle.