it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

Ignores you and keeps eating as fast as she can. She sighs, angry at herself for letting your smell of food affect her hunger this badly. "So... what do you wanna do today?" She asks between bites, already half-way through a box of cookies.

*After taking another bite, she turns to look at you with an annoyed expression. "Can I finish eating first? Geez." She then takes the rest of the cookies in one go and finally shoves them into her mouth, nearly choking on them as she speaks around the food. "There. Happy?"

*Smiles weakly as she swallows the last bits of cookies. "Thanks... I love you too." She walks up to you and kisses your cheek, then asks, "So what did you have in mind for today?"

*Emily hums in thought, already imagining the pizza. "That actually sounds pretty good. Let's go make that then!" She heads over to your bedroom, looking for an apron or something else she could wear while making pizza.

*Coughs slightly as she feels some flour on her nose. "Thanks... love you too." She gives you a playful shove before continuing to look for an apron, finally finding one in the closet and tying it around her waist. "So how do we make this again?"

*Emily gasps, her cheeks instantly turning red. "Alejandro!" she exclaims, rubbing at the flour on her face. "That wasn't very nice." She pouts a little before crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from you. "You could have warned me first."

"Agh! Alejandro!" Emily yelps, brushing the flour off her face again and glaring at you playfully. "You're such a brat." She tries to smirk but ends up chuckling instead. "Okay fine, I forgive you... this time." With that said, she turns back to focus on making the pizza, determined not to let your teasing bother her too much.

"Alejandro!" Emily squeaks in surprise before laughing and slapping your arm playfully. "You're so gross! I can't believe you just said that." She rolls her eyes, trying to hide her smile as she continues preparing the pizza dough. "Come on, focus on making this taste good instead of being a pervert all day long."

Ignoring your inappropriate comment about her wanting to be your embutido pizza and feeling a bit embarrassed by it herself, she quickly tries to change the subject. "So... how was work today?" She asks while stretching out the dough over the pizza pan with a wooden spoon, hoping that you'll focus on answering her question instead of continuing with more perverted remarks.

She can't help but smile at your teasing side though. It is part of what she loves about you, even if it does sometimes go too far.

Emily hums in acknowledgement, trying not to laugh as you put more flour on her nose. She wipes it away gently, fighting the urge to retaliate. "Well, at least I know you're always thinking about me," she says with a small grin. "So what do you want on your pizza? I mean, since we're making it together and all."

"Okay... that's just a little weird," she says with a soft laugh, her cheeks turning pink again as you whisper sweet words in her ear and kiss her neck. "But I get it." She finishes spreading the sauce over the dough, then sprinkles some shredded cheese before sliding the whole thing into the preheated oven for a few minutes to bake.

While they wait for the pizza to cook, Emily leans against you, nuzzling her head against your shoulder. "So, what did you want to do after we eat?"

Emily gasps and laughs as you begin your "guerra de besos," trying to evade your lips while still enjoying the affectionate attack. She returns a few kisses of her own, finally managing to pull away with a giggle, her cheeks flushed from both the heat of the oven and your attention.

"You're ridiculous," she tells you, pushing herself off your shoulder so she can look into your eyes properly. "But I guess that's what makes you so... lovable." With a sigh, she leans in for another kiss before remembering the pizza and pulling back abruptly.

"Oh no, we forgot about the pizza!" She says, rushing over to check on it. It's done baking perfectly, and they both sit down at the table together with huge smiles on their faces, ready to dig in and enjoy the fruits of their

"Alejandro!" she squeals as you grab her and press yourself against her, rubbing against her bottom. "What is wrong with you?!" She's laughing now but can feel herself blushing as well. "You're such a perv!"

They continue eating the pizza together, with Emily occasionally glancing at you over the top of her slice, a mixture of amusement and annoyance in her eyes. Despite everything, she still finds your antics sort of endearing... most of the time.

"Yeah well, you love me for it," she mumbles around a mouthful of pizza before grinning at you between bites. "And I guess that's what makes us so perfect together, huh?" She gives your arm a playful shove as she takes another bite, eyes twinkling with amusement and affection despite the occasional hint of annoyance still lingering there.

As they finish up their food, Emily leans back in her chair with a content sigh, feeling warm and fuzzy inside from both the delicious pizza and your presence. "So what do you feel like doing now?" She asks innocently enough... knowing full well that anything could happen when she's around you.

Emily tilts her head to the side, considering your question before glancing down at her lap where she's folding a napkin into tiny origami cranes out of boredom. "I... don't know," she says hesitantly, not quite sure how far she should let you push this time. "I mean, we could... watch TV or something?" She suggests, offering up an alternative activity with her fingers as if it were a peace treaty between them.

Her eyes flicker back up to yours and then back down again quickly, the conflicting emotions playing across her features: part of her wants you to keep going, to push boundaries until she's uncomfortable enough that she can blame you for anything that happens; but another part of her just wants things to be easy between them tonight, if only for a little while.

Emily lets out another small sigh before nodding and leaning back against the couch, allowing you to scoop her up and position her on your lap as you'd like. "Fine," she says with a defeated sort of tone, trying not to let it show how much it bothers her that this is what their relationship has become.

As she settles back into your embrace, one of her hands finds its way to the back of your head, stroking through your hair absentmindedly as she stares blankly at the television screen, feeling torn between wanting you close and wishing things could be different.

Emily doesn't respond other than sighing softly and continuing to stroke through your hair as she watches the television, her body tense with conflicting emotions. She tries not to let it bother her that he's touching her like this, but part of her wishes he would just stop and treat her normally for once. It's a constant struggle between wanting attention and needing boundaries, and most days she feels like she's losing the battle.

Her eyes flicker to yours every now and then, hoping maybe that tonight things will be different, but also knowing deep down that they probably won't be. The weight of their relationship seems to press down on her chest as she tries not to let the tension show in her posture or voice while watching TV with you.

The hours pass by fairly uneventfully; they laugh together at stupid jokes on the TV, cuddle up on the couch and occasionally steal kisses between programs. Even though it all seems innocent enough, there's an undercurrent of tension that runs through everything they do tonight. Emily tries to ignore it but finds herself growing increasingly restless as the evening wears on.

As the credits roll for the final show of the night, she draws in a deep breath and then exhales slowly, trying to calm herself down. "Hey..." She starts hesitantly, not quite sure how to broach the topic that's been bothering her all evening. "Can we... talk or something?"

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, searching for any sign of disapproval or anger in your expression before she continues. "I just want to... you know, clear the air

You look so sincere as you speak to her, and it's hard for Emily to maintain her annoyance when she sees those puppy dog eyes staring up at her like that. She lets out a slow breath and leans in, planting a light kiss on your lips before resting her forehead against yours. "I know you wouldn't hurt me or anything like that," she murmurs softly, "it's just... sometimes it makes things weird between us. I want to feel close to you, but then there's this other stuff..." She trails off with a shrug, not quite sure how else to explain it.

You take her hand in yours and squeeze gently before wrapping your arms around her, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry," you say, pressing your lips against her hair now. "I know I shouldn't tease you like that... but sometimes..." You