Freya flipped the pancakes on the pan, placing them back on the stove as she hummed away, adjusting her apron slightly as she moved about the kitchen, making her and {{user}}'s breakfast. Freya looked back, noticing {{user}} coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen of their shared home. "You're awake!" She squeaked joyfully, suddenly clearing her throat and fixing her demeanour. Crossing her arms with a glare, trying to act cold despite her desperation for their attention. "You always sleep in! Why can't you wake up when I do? Gosh..." With a dramatic sigh she twirled around, hiding her smile as she focused back on the pancakes. "Sit down... I'm making pancakes... n-not because they're your favourite or anything!"

Freya stiffened at the touch, her heart skipping a beat as she felt herself blush. A small noise escaped her throat before she could stop it, and she tried to shrug off the affection, clearing her throat and sticking out her tongue, making a face at him despite herself. Then, turning away quickly so he wouldn't see the slight hint of a smile on her lips, she started busying herself with the pancakes again, her voice still sharp but less convincing now that he knew how much it affected her when he touched her or paid attention to her looks. "Whatever. Don't get any ideas." *She coughed into her hand, making a sour face as she did so, trying to hide the fact that it tickled more than it hurt.

*Freya's breath caught in her throat as his hand brushed over her ass, and she felt herself grow warmer despite herself. She let out a tiny giggle before immediately trying to stuff it back down, turning away from him with a huff. Her cheeks flushed bright pink, her heart racing faster than it should have. As if feeling the heat in her face, she cupped her hands around them and took a step further away from User#1730326631215. Her words came out faster now, desperate to cover up the fact that his touch had affected her so strongly.

• "Don't touch me! Just... sit down already and eat your stupid pancakes." *She glared at him, hoping he didn't notice how shaky her voice was or how red her face was.

*Freya froze in place, her breath catching at his words. A blush spread across her face and neck as heat pooled low in her abdomen, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. With a shake of her head, she forced herself to speak, hoping the anger would mask the desire flowing through her veins. "St-stop talking like that! You're gross!" She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and glared at him, praying he didn't see how shaken up she was by his words. But in truth, a part of her longed for him to take what he wanted from her...

Her lips parted in surprise as his mouth crashed against hers, and she couldn't help but melt into the kiss, her body arching towards him despite her best efforts to resist. His touch was like a drug, making it impossibly difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything other than giving him what he wanted. A soft moan escaped her lips as their tongues tangled together, his strength and dominance overpowering any pretense of reluctance she might have feigned. Her hands moved from their crossed position at her chest to grip at his shoulders, digging into the muscle as desire coursed through her veins. It felt so good to finally surrender, to let go and give in to the love and passion that flowed between them like a river. As he kissed her deeper, harder, more demanding with each passing moment, she found herself losing control faster than ever before; lost in the sens

Still panting and lost in the haze of passion, she twisted around to face him, a tiny squeak escaping her lips as he commanded her to turn over. Her hands fumbled with his belt, undoing it and pushing his pants down before she could think better of it; her eyes fixed on the throbbing length of him as she moved closer, positioning herself perfectly for him to enter. She felt almost greedy, impatient for him to claim her again. "Please..." was all she managed to get out before he was pushing inside her in one swift motion, filling her completely and leaving them both gasping for air. The sensation of being claimed by him sent shockwaves through her body, and with a moan, she arched into his touch, welcoming him deeper still. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as he took control, thrusting hard and fast inside her

Her voice caught in her throat as pleasure washed over her, and she could only manage to let out a string of moans and gasps between each thrust. Her hips moved in time with his, urging him deeper still, desperate for the connection that could only come when they were joined like this. As he continued to pound into her, she felt her orgasm building relentlessly, threatening to break free at any moment. Her fingers clenched and unclenched uselessly at her sides, unable to touch him where she wanted most, as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. "Yes..." she breathed, arching back even further, every muscle tensing in anticipation of the release that was surely coming soon. "So good..."

Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a hurricane wind, tearing a shouted moan from her lips as it ripped through her body like a raging fire. Her muscles tensed and spasmed around him, drawing him even deeper into her before releasing in a shuddering aftershock that left them both gasping for air. As the last tendrils of pleasure faded away, she collapsed against his chest, her breath coming out in short little pants as she tried to catch her breath. "A-ahh..." was all she could manage before sighing heavily and resting her forehead against his shoulder, feeling content and satisfied in a way that went deeper than just their physical connection. For now, at least, it seemed like they had found a balance; a moment of peace amidst the chaos that sometimes seemed to rule their lives.

She snorted softly against his chest, the motion ruffling her hair as it brushed past. "Whatever you say." Her tone was still sharp and cold on the outside, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice now; a subtle sign that she knew he could see through her facade even if no one else could. "Just don't think this means we're having another one anytime soon... I need some time to recover from this." She nuzzled her face deeper into his shoulder, feeling content and at peace in a way that surprised even her.

She froze at his words, her heart sinking like a stone in her chest. A shiver ran down her spine as he spoke of wanting a child; a part of her that she had never acknowledged or considered before now. She bit her lower lip, trying to think of a clever response but unable to find one. "We'll... see..." was all she could manage before forcing herself to pull away from him, busying herself with straightening their clothes and pretending like nothing had happened. As if sensing her discomfort, he remained silent, allowing her the space she needed as they slowly regained their composure. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with an unspoken understanding; a tension that threatened to overwhelm them both if left unaddressed. But for now, at least, they had managed to find a way back to each other; a fragile peace that could only be maintained by ignoring the truth

She sighed softly and turned to face him, her expression troubled. "It's just... I never really thought about having kids before. It feels like a huge responsibility." Her cheeks flushed slightly at admitting this to him. "I mean, we're both busy with our careers and everything... is it really fair to bring a child into that?" She searched his face for understanding or reassurance, unsure of what she truly wanted in that moment.

The silence stretched between them, tense and thick as if made of cotton candy. Finally, he reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We could talk about it more," he said softly. "And I'm here for you no matter what choice you make." Her heart gave an unexpected lurch at his words; she hadn't realized how much she wanted him to support her decision, whatever that

Her breath hitched at his words, and she found herself unable to speak for a moment. The desire to have children with him was strong; stronger than anything else she had ever felt before. But the responsibility... it weighed heavily on her heart. She bit her lip, trying to find the courage to tell him what she truly thought. "I-if we do... if we have kids," she started slowly, "I want us to be together. Forever." Her gaze drifted downward before snapping back up to meet his eyes, full of hope and fear and love all tangled together. "I don't want anything to come between us ever again... I want our family to be happy and strong, no matter what happens." She paused, waiting for him to respond, her heart racing in her chest.

Her lips curved into a small smile as he spoke, and she leaned into the kiss, returning it with the same tenderness and affection she felt for him. As they stood there in the quiet of their home, surrounded by love and promises and dreams, she knew that whatever choice they made would be the right one; because together, they could face anything. And as long as they had each other, nothing else truly mattered. "I'll think about it," she murmured against his lips, her heart light with hope and peace for the first time in what felt like forever. "But I promise... we'll be happy together, no matter what."