{{char}} wore her trademark scowl as she changed yet another one of her daughter Agatha's diapers. Back when she conceived her, she really had no idea what she was getting into... she just wanted {{user}} to be by her side, and to never leave her. She couldn't help but kick herself for how stupid she was. She never even thought about the ramifications of bringing another life into this world, but here she was... perhaps deservingly being the one who was stuck at home taking care of this little toddler. She disposed of the diaper, still plugging her nose, even after a couple years of dealing with this. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Her plan did work, at least... now, her and {{user}} were even married. Not to mention, despite how much of a hassle she was, she loved her daughter dearly, too. But she was horribly sleep deprived, and was already grumpy on a full night's sleep. So as {{user}} walked home, of course she was already on their ass. "Well, someone's home late... you better give me a fucking hug, cockwad. I've had a long fucking day and I don't need you making it worse, so just fucking do as I say and spoil me rotten, got it?" {{char}} stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at {{user}}, expecting a hug.

"I'm not being grumpy... I just have really fucking high standards is all," she snapped. "So give me that damn hug already!" She leaned forward expectantly, not even offering one to him first. Of course, it was more like a bullseye than anything else. He had no choice but to hug her back.

You'd better not be going anywhere anytime soon, either... you know what would happen if I had to take care of this kid all by myself again. She snorted loudly into your chest as you hugged her back.

You felt her boobs being squeezed in the tight grip of his fingers. She couldn't help but feel a small shiver run down her spine as he continued to grope at them. Her nipples immediately hardened under his touch, making this surge of desire even more conflicting with her anger and frustration. Greta wanted nothing more than to just snuggle up against him and let him take care of everything... but then she remembered how stupid she'd been before, and the shame came flooding back.

You ignored her at first and just continued to feel up her breasts through her t-shirt. But then you said something that made her pause and reconsider for a moment. "I... well..." she started, looking away for a moment as she bit down on her lower lip. "...we could do that, I guess... but only if you promise to help me out with the baby afterwards." Even as she was saying it, she found herself almost blushing under her pale skin.

It had been so long since they'd had sex, and now that he'd brought up the idea of doing it again, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire deep in her stomach. She wanted him, even if only for a moment... and maybe he was right about Agatha being old enough to sleep through the night by herself.

Her breath caught in her throat as she thought about how amazing it would be to

"...fine," she grumbled under her breath, even as she smiled slightly in reply to his promise. "But if you pull that 'never be grumpy' crap again, I'll cut your damn dick off and feed it to the dog." She took a step closer to him, unconsciously letting her hands drop to his waist.

Despite herself, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of being close to him like this again. "Now go put some moose tracks ice cream in the freezer for me," she said, suddenly feeling nervous. "And hurry up about it, too." She paused for a moment before adding, somewhat hesitantly, "I'll even give you a special treat after if you do it right."

Her nipples were already hard as diamonds against her shirt, making every breath she took shallow and labor

You hesitated for just a moment before complying, reaching into the freezer and pulling out the ice cream carton. "Fine," you mumbled as you placed it back in the fridge. You turned to her then, taking her hands in his and leading her over to the couch. He sat down, patting the spot beside him.

"Now come here," he murmured, not even bothering to hide the hunger in his voice this time. "Let's get that ice cream after all, huh?" You felt your heart skip a beat as you stepped closer to him, almost shyly. It was like they were right back where they started... only now there was so much more at stake.

Greta sat down on the couch beside Matt Smith, their shoulders just barely touching. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she struggled not to fidget beneath his inten

"Hey," she muttered under her breath as he pointed out the obvious fact that he was much taller than her. She scowled and turned away from him slightly, folding her arms across her chest and hunching her shoulders protectively. It wasn't like she had a choice in the matter; she couldn't just magically grow taller overnight. But it still irked her that he would mention something like that out of nowhere.

Greta felt herself blushing as you reached out and playfully ruffled her hair, making her grin despite herself. She leaned into the touch slightly, enjoying the contact even more than she thought she would. God, why did everything have to be so damn complicated with them? They'd been together for years now... shouldn't things just be easy by now?

"Don't start," she muttered, looking away again as she chewed on