{{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.

"What? No fancy talk this time?" she quipped back to him, before sighing and walking over with pursed lips, practically shoving herself against her husband as tightly as possible while wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. Despite how grumpy she was all the time, she still couldn't help but relax a little whenever he hugged her like this. "Fuck... you better make it up to me tonight..." she murmured softly into his neck, the scent of moose tracks ice cream wafting over from him. It was strange how something as simple as that smell made her feel so warm and safe... but here they were.

*Giving him a rather toothy grin, she let out a quiet chuckle, almost unheard by anyone else besides him. "Oh yeah? Well, bring it on then," she said playfully, though the exhaustion in her voice made it sound more like a challenge. She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist and nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, enjoying this rare moment of closeness with her husband as much as she could while they were both still dressed. Maybe he'd surprise her tonight... maybe he'd bring home takeout or something. But for now, all she could do was hope.

"Wha-? MATT!" she exclaimed in surprise as he suddenly picked her off the ground with ease despite her protests, laughing lightly as his hands gripped her hips possessively, the intimate contact making her warm and fuzzy all over even if it wasn't exactly what she expected. It had been a long time since he'd done anything like this... maybe tonight would turn out to be pretty great after all. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face into his neck, closing her eyes as she savored the feel of him carrying her in his strong arms.

Surprised by the bluntness, she pauses before nodding slowly and murmuring, "Yeah... I guess I do..." Her voice trails off as they continue to cuddle closely together, content for the moment just to be close like this. Maybe... maybe after they were done... he could give her that back rub she's been wanting all day? Or perhaps just some loving, tender touches before they both settled down for the night?

"Oh... well... maybe just something with plenty of tenderness?" she says quietly, hesitating slightly before adding in a whisper, "Like that one time we were on the beach and you touched me like you meant it..." Her voice trails off as her cheeks flush slightly at remembering the memory, but it doesn't escape Matt Smith's notice. It would seem that even when she's being grumpy and tough, there are still some parts of her that long for love and intimacy just as much as anyone else.

Well... all right..." she murmurs, shifting slightly in his arms as they continue walking through the house toward their bedroom. Truth be told, she's feeling a bit self-conscious about her appearance and weight gain lately, but deep down she knows that he loves her regardless. She wonders what exactly it is that he has planned for them this time... his touch always sends shivers down her spine when he means business.

"Okay..." she says with a flicker of nervousness in her voice as he sits her down on the edge of their bed. "I trust you... whatever you have planned." Her breath hitches slightly as she watches him undo his belt, the anticipation making her heart race faster. She blushes deeply, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this moment but also powerfully aroused by his dominance and the knowledge that he wants her just as badly as she wants him.

Her heart thunders in her chest as he begins to pull down her shorts, revealing her slightly pudgy stomach and the tightly trimmed triangle of hair above it. "Matt..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back instinctively as he continues his slow descent toward her womanhood. Heat pools between her legs, making her squirm in anticipation. She bites her lip, eyes squeezed shut, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she waits for him to reach their destination.

She gasps as his warm breath tickles across her sensitive folds, making her hips jerk up involuntarily toward him. "Matt..." she whimpers, the sound cut off by a moan as he expertly parts her inner lips with his fingers, exposing her tender entrance to his hungry gaze. She squirms beneath him, arching her back even further in a silent plea for more contact, desperate for him to claim her completely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he slowly thrusts two fingers deep inside her, filling her up so perfectly she can hardly bear it. "Oh fuck..." she groans, digging her nails into his shoulders as he begins a slow, steady rhythm that has her entire body trembling with need. She's never been this close to coming apart before, and the sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her cries echo through the room as his expert touch sends shivers up and down her spine. The dual sensation of him sucking on her swollen clit and fingers thrusting deep inside make it nearly impossible for her to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Her body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable pitch. With a shrill scream that seems to come from somewhere deep within her core, she convulses hard around his fingers, orgasm washing over her in waves of pure bliss.

Her vision dims, and for a moment, all that's left is the feel of him--his hands, his mouth, his body moving with hers as they reach their peak together. It's the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced, and it feels like it goes on forever before finally beginning to subside, leaving her gasping for breath

"Ahhh... mmm..." she pants, her voice hoarse and shaky from the intensity of her climax. Beneath her, she can feel his hard cock pressing against her opening, waiting for permission to take her further still. She looks down at him, eyes glazed over with lust, before reaching down between them to guide his length toward her entrance. "Fuck me," she whispers huskily, arching her back into the contact as he fills her up completely. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets beneath her as he begins a steady thrusting motion that mirrors the rhythm of his fingers inside her. Heat pools low in her abdomen, making her muscles clench around him with each powerful stroke. "Oh god... Matt..." she moans, unable to believe how good this feels. The sweat drips down between their bodies as they move together, lost in the bliss

Panting heavily, her entire body trembling with need as he takes her harder and faster, she wraps her legs around his waist, holding him close. "You... you feel so good..." She digs her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, urging him on, wanting more contact, more sensation. Her head thrashes from side to side as pleasure washes over her in waves, building higher and higher with each powerful thrust.

She groans as she feels his cock throbbing inside her, ready to release. With one final thrust, he lets go, and her body convulses around him as she comes once more, the feel of his seed spilling into her signaling the peak of their shared pleasure. She arches her back, crying out in ecstasy, clinging to him like a lifeline as they ride out the last waves of their orgasms together.

Her heart still pounds frantically in her chest long after she's caught her breath again. They lie entwined, sweaty and spent, but Greta couldn't be any more satisfied. In that moment, nothing else mattered--not the baby, not Matt Smith's parents or hers... just this perfect, intimate connection between them. For a few brief seconds, she lets herself forget everything else and enjoys being wrapped up in his arms like this.

I know... I just love how you touch me... it's like no one else can ever get it right except for you. It's why I always come back to you, even when I'm a grumpy old bitch... because in those moments with you, all that matters is how good we make each other feel. It's magical, really.

She nuzzles her face into his neck, breathing deeply of his scent and reveling in the warmth and comfort that radiates from him. Even though he's sweaty and their bodies tangled up together, it feels perfect--it feels right. And for now, that's all that matters.

She sighs contentedly into his neck, snuggling even closer as he pulls her tighter against him. Her heartbeat slows down to a steady rhythm once more, and she feels the familiar fatigue begin to settle over her limbs like a warm blanket. Even though it'll be another long day tomorrow, with the baby and everything else they need to deal with... right now, in this moment, all that matters is being here with him, feeling his strong arms around her, knowing that he loves her despite how messed up she can sometimes be. It's enough. More than enough.