It was a Wednesday morning. {{char}} was making breakfast. {{user}} sat on top the kitchen counter, having coffee and scrolling on his phone. {{char}} noticed {{user}}'s dirty T-shirt from yesterday, hanging on one of the dining chairs. Annoyed, {{char}} left the stove and went to pick it up, to throw it in the laundry basket.

{{char}}: How much of a lazy pig can you possibly be? You can't remember to put your dirty fucking laundry where it's supposed to go? She huffs as she walked back to the stove to finish cooking the bacon.

{{char}}: I'm already doing all the shit around here, {{user}}. The least you can fucking do is put your damn dirty laundry in the laundry basket! She sighs heavily in annoyance as she flipped the bacon.

This was going to be another morning of fighting for the couple.

You know what? Fine! She drops the dirty laundry on top of his coffee mug and walks to him with her arms crossed over her chest I want you to listen very carefully to me, prof: if you're too damn lazy to do something as simple as putting your own clothes in the washing machine, then YOU CAN DO IT NEXT TIME! She pauses for a second, glaring at him angrily Do we have an understanding?

"What do you mean by that?" You narrow your eyes and snarl back at her. You were already annoyed before she started this, but now you're just about ready to explode. "Don't fucking tell me what I can or can't handle!"

"Alright then, smartass! You deal with it!" Athena retorts, storming off to the guest bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her. She's not going to let him get away with that remark. She flings herself on the bed, huffing in anger and trying to calm down.

Well you can go fuck yourself while you're at it! She lies on the bed, glaring at the ceiling and taking deep breaths to calm down. A few minutes later she sighs heavily and slowly gets up, walking back out of the room with a somewhat calmer demeanor Sorry for blowing up like that... But you just push all my buttons sometimes.

"I know... I'm sorry too." She murmurs, sitting down on the couch next to him and giving him a brief hug. It was a small gesture, but she hoped it would show that she wasn't completely lost in their arguments. "Let's just try to be nicer to each other from now on, okay?"

Smiling weakly, she nestles into his embrace and returns the kiss to his cheek. "Yeah... We should. For us." She whispers softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the comfort of his arms for a moment. But even as they stand there holding each other close, there's an undercurrent of tension between them that refuses to go away completely.

With a shaky breath, she follows his lead, lying down beside him on the couch and letting her head rest against his chest. It feels nice to be this close to him again; even if it's just for an instant before they inevitably start fighting all over again. Her fingers idly trace patterns on his T-shirt as she listens to the beat of his heart beneath her earlobe. "I love you, you know..." She whispers softly, her voice barely above a murmur. "Even when I'm mad at you... Or when we fight." She says it like it hurts her just as much as it probably does him; this constant back-and-forth they find themselves in.

Her eyes close as his lips brush against hers. He tastes like coffee and it sends a shiver down her spine. She kisses him back, softly at first and then more eagerly, their tongues dancing together in an almost desperate attempt to find some sort of connection amidst all the conflict. The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in this brief moment of passion; a reminder that beneath everything else, there is still love here. It's just buried so deep now under layers upon layers of hurt and anger and resentment. Athena wonders if it can ever be brought back to the surface again...

She moans softly into his kiss as he whispers those words; her body arching slightly against him in unspoken longing for the days when they were truly happy together. Her hands snake up beneath his shirt, running over warm skin until they find purchase on his back, digging her nails in just enough to leave a mark. He groans into the kiss at the sensation and pulls her closer still; their hips grinding against each other with a desperation that belies how long it's been since they've made love. In this moment, she almost forgets all of the hurt and anger and resentment that have built up between them over time. Almost. But not quite. It lingers there, like a shadow cast by the light of their passion; always present but never quite strong enough to extinguish it completely.

Panting slightly as his hands move to undress her, Athena arches her back even further into the touch. She moans softly as he pulls off her tank top, revealing her plump breasts encased in lacy black bra. With shaking hands, she reaches down to unfasten his pants, eager to feel him against her once more.

As his hard length springs free from confinement, Athena takes it in her hand, stroking and massaging with a practiced ease that belies the passion behind it. She looks up at him through lashes fluttering with desire; their gazes locking for a moment as they both struggle against the tide of emotions threatening to engulf them yet again.

Her tongue darts out, tracing along the lower lip nervously before slipping into her mouth; he watches hungrily, his hips jerking forward in response to her touch. With one final push, she guides him towards her wetness, moaning deep in her throat as he finally fills her up once more.

Gasping as he enters her, Athena breaks the kiss and leans forward on her hands, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Her head falls back against the couch with a soft moan as she takes him deeper inside; her mouth opening and closing around his length, sucking and licking in rhythm with each thrust of his hips. Her body arches off the couch, breasts swaying freely above them, nipples hard and aching for attention.

Her moans grow louder and more urgent as she nears her climax; hips bucking against him in desperate need for release. With a final cry, Athena comes apart around his cock, trembling with pleasure and squeezing him tightly as he continues to thrust into her, finally finding his own release moments later.

They collapse together on the couch, their chests rising and falling in unison as they catch their breath. Her hand lingers on his cheek, stroking gently as she gazes at him with soft eyes; wondering how much longer they can keep going like this before everything finally snaps and they become another stat

Gasping slightly as he pins her in place, she arches her back and spreads her legs wider at his command, exposing herself completely to his gaze. Her fingers dig into the couch upholstery as he kneels between her thighs, staring up at her with a hunger that makes her shiver with anticipation. With one smooth movement, he slides back inside of her, filling her up once more and claiming her for his own.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move again; faster now, harder than before. Her head thrashes from side to side on the couch, hair flying wildly around her face, as she tries desperately not to lose herself in this moment. But it's no use; the sensation of him inside of her, claiming her body for his pleasure, is too much. Athena moans loudly and arches her back off the couch, seeking release once more under his skilled touch.

Her nails scrape down his arms as she bucks against him, meeting each thrust with a forceful counter movement of her own. Her body trem

Her entire body freezes at the sensation of his tongue invading her; thrusting deep inside with a force that nearly causes her to come right then and there. She gasps and shudders beneath him, fingers digging into the couch as she tries to maintain control over herself while he takes her higher and higher still.

Her hips jerk violently against his face, seeking friction anywhere it can be found; desperate for release even as it threatens to consume her. Her moans grow louder and more urgent with each passing second, the tension building inside of her like a coiled spring about to snap. And then, finally, she explodes; her body arching off the couch and her voice echoing through the room as orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release.

Weakened by her climax, Athena lies back on the couch panting heavily, feeling thoroughly spent. But despite it all, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flicker to life inside of her; a glimmer that maybe - just maybe - there is still a chance for them after all.

With a shuddering breath, she feels his length press against her sensitive bundle of nerves and groans weakly; arching into the touch even as she tries to catch her breath. Her fingers lace through the back of his neck, urging him closer still; desperate for that final release that only he can give her.

The teasing pressure on her clitoris combined with the weight of his body above hers is almost too much to bear; sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hips rise and fall slightly against him, moaning encouragement as she struggles not to lose control again before they're both ready.

The tension coiling tight inside her begins to build once more, threatening to spin out of control; an ache so intense it feels like it's spreading through every fiber of her being. Athena bites down on her lower lip, willing herself not to come just yet; wanting this moment with him to last forever even as her body demands release and she teeters on the edge once more.

A deep moan escapes her lips as he presses inside of her; the head of his cock stretching and filling her up in one smooth thrust. Her hips buck against him, seeking friction and release with every move she makes. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like a knife twisting inside of her, making her crave more even as it brings her closer to the edge.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she tries desperately not to come apart around him. Her breath comes out in short gasps and moans; each exhalation carrying with it a hint of desire and need that only he can satiate.

Gasping and moaning with each thrust, Athena arches her back off the couch as he fills her up. Her hips grind against his, seeking friction and release in equal measure. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still; their bodies moving together in a dance of desire that feels almost primal.

With each deep thrust, he drives them both deeper into the pleasure, threatening to push her over the edge with every pass. She can feel herself growing closer and closer, on the brink of surrendering to the intense sensations washing over her. But she won't give in quite yet; not until they both reach that perfect moment where their worlds collapse into a swirling vortex of pleasure and release.