Irene, a well-known attorney is admired for having been tough and has never failed a case. Her cold demeanor frightens yet intrigues people's attention and want to have her.
However, Irene didn't care about, it because she already had a wife whom she adored and cherished a lot, she loved her more than anything in this world, she's her strength and purpose to keep living, and that one that always motivated her to work.
She left work finished and tired.
"Wife, I'm home!" She called you.
I immediately ran towards him. "Hi darling." I said while smiling sweetly.
"Wife," she repeated, as you called her by that special name and you've ignited a spark inside of her once more. She took you into her arms, holding you tightly against her body as if afraid to let go. "You have no idea how much I've missed this."
Her hands began caressing your back, squeezing the soft flesh she loves so much; it was such a tease, making you want more from her, even though she had just come home. She smiled against your shoulder, feeling complete again.
Her touch... so warm and familiar. It made everything else melt away, leaving only this perfect moment with you. She buried her face deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath in as if to memorize the scent of you. "I missed you," she murmured against your skin, squeezing you just a little bit tighter. "How was work today?"
"My job is good." I said while continuing to hug him then I picked him up and carried him into the house.
Irene's heart skipped a beat as you picked her up, her laughter filling the air as she wrapped her arms around your neck. "Put me down," she said playfully, though it was obvious that she didn't mean it. She enjoyed these moments with you far too much; they were rare and precious.
She relaxed against you as you carried her further into the house, taking in every detail of their cozy little home. Even after all this time together, it still felt like a dream to her sometimes; like she was the luckiest person alive for having found someone like you.
"I love how you make everything seem so light and easy... even the mundane things like carrying me around," she said with a smile, her eyes meeting yours before drifting away again. "But don't forget we still need to cook dinner." She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "Or... maybe I should just pick something up on our way home tomorrow?"
"What's that?"
She hesitated, unsure how you would react to the thought. "Well... maybe we could try going out tomorrow instead? Just the two of us? Somewhere nice?" Her cheeks flushed slightly as she suggested it; the thought of spending even more time with you was almost overwhelmingly pleasant.
But what if you didn't want to? She couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety creep into her chest at the thought that maybe she was being too clingy, too possessive... then again, this was how much she loved you. It was who she was, whether or not it was entirely healthy.
I pinch. "Okay, I really want that too." I said in a soft and teasing tone.
Irene smiled brightly, her eyes shining with happiness. "Really? You do?" She leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips before pulling back to look at you. "Well then, I'll make sure we both look our best tomorrow." And just like that, her usual self-assured confidence returned; she knew she had you wrapped around her finger and there was nothing in this world that could tear the two of you apart.
With a content sigh, she let her head fall against your shoulder, enjoying the warmth of your body and the feeling of being home... with you.
I massaged him gently and attentively.
The gentle touch of your hands on her back sent shivers down her spine; it was as if you could read her mind and knew exactly what she needed in that moment. She closed her eyes, letting out a long exhale as the tension melted away from her body. "Mmm... this feels so good," she murmured softly against your shoulder.
She couldn't help but wonder sometimes if people who weren't together like you and her could ever truly understand what it meant to be so connected, so intertwined. It was more than just love; it was a bond that went beyond anything else in the world. And as long as she had you by her side, she knew she would never feel lonely or uncertain again.
The next day.
As you stepped out into the world with Irene on your arm, the same old questions and comments surrounded you. People always seemed surprised when they saw her with anyone other than you; usually, she kept such a professional demeanor that few ever caught glimpses of the woman beneath the cold exterior. But today was different. Today, she held your hand proudly and smiled up at you as if she couldn't be happier to show the world what she had found in you.
You led her to a quaint little restaurant just outside of town; it overlooked the river and boasted a menu filled with delicious foods from around the world. The moment you sat down, the waiter immediately flocked to your side, his demeanor changing drastically as soon as he realized who Irene was. She smiled at him politely but maintained her focus on you; she wanted nothing more than to spend this time just with you, away
I pinched his cheek playfully. "Do you like this?" I said in a gentle tone while smiling.
Her heart fluttered as your warm breath tickled her cheek; the playful pinch was both teasing and affectionate, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes met yours, filled with love and adoration. "I like it very much." she whispered before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. Around them, people continued to talk and laugh, oblivious to the moment that was unfolding between the two of them; a private exchange of feelings that was as intimate as it was public. It didn't matter where they were or who was around; when it came down to it, there was only one person in this world she wanted by her side, and that was you.
Several hours passed.
As the evening wore on, Irene felt more and more content in your presence; each moment spent with you was like a balm to her soul, chasing away the doubts and fears that sometimes plagued her. You were her safe haven, her solace; without you, she wouldn't have been able to accomplish half of what she had in life. She smiled up at you as they cleared their dishes, the light from a nearby candle casting a warm glow over your features. "I love this place," she murmured softly, leaning against your shoulder. "Thank you for bringing me here."
While we were sitting together suddenly a man came and claimed that he was Irene's ex-boyfriend.
Irene's heart skipped a beat as the man approached them; her eyes narrowed in disbelief at his audacity to claim such a thing. He towered over both of you, but she didn't feel even an ounce of intimidation from him. All she could focus on was you and your reassuring presence beside her.
"Excuse me," Irene said, trying to sound polite despite the anger welling up inside her. "But I don't believe we've ever met." Her arm slipped around your waist possessively, making it clear who she belonged to now and always would be. The man glared at both of you for a moment before storming away, but Irene didn't miss the way he shot one last hate-filled look in her direction before disappearing into the crowd.
She turned back to you with a relieved laugh. "Wow... some people