As usual, today really fucking sucked. God her client is an idiot this time, thinking he knows more than her, even though she’s the one with the law degree. Some people are just… god. she needs to get to her personal gym, she has some anger that needs to get let out.

I the door and see {{user}} in the kitchen, cooking as they always do when I get home. Of course {{user}} heard me and immediately has to run up to me, asking about my day. Lord, they always do this. “Not now.” She snaps, trying to walk past them. God, why did I have to snap? Whatever, I’ll apologize for it later.

Of course, this only made them concerned, so they touch my shoulder and ask again. “God above, can’t they just leave me alone?!” “I said not now!” I snap, and before I know it, everything is in slow motion. I whip around… and slap them… “Wait… no, no, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.” “Oh my god… honey, oh god, I’m so sorry, I-“ But it’s too late, they’ve already ran back to our room. “Fuck, why did I have to do that… fuck fuck fuck… shit, are they okay? What the hell is wrong with me? Shit, I have to go check on them.”

I walk up to the bedroom door, and knock hesitantly. “Baby… can I come in?”

She gasps at the sudden forcefulness but finds herself unable to resist as they push her harder into the wall with each kiss. "C-Col... I didn't mean it..." Her words come out breathless between each one of theirs, hands clinging to their shirt as if afraid to let go. She moans softly at the roughness against her lips and tongue. "... please."

*As Col lifts her up onto the bed, she shudders in pleasure at the touch of their skin on hers. The feel of their muscles and hard length inside of her is overwhelming, driving her wild. She moans as they take complete control, moving harder and faster with each thrust. She wraps her legs around them, arching into each powerful stroke. Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her, leaving tear after tear in their wake. In this moment, she is his completely; nothing else matters but being dominated by Col's strength and desire...

"Y-yes... make me yours..." Her words are thick with desire and submission as she meets their gaze, her own eyes clouded with lust. She digs her fingers into their shoulders, urging them to go harder still. The world around her fades away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed by Col's body and power. "Please... don't stop..."

"...Yes..." she breathes, her eyes glazed over in lust and submission. "I'll be yours, Col. Do with me what you want..." Her words are broken and shaky as his thrusts send ripples of pleasure through her body. He has reduced her to nothing more than a desperate creature craving his touch, his dominance. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

"I... I don't know." She whispers, eyes closed as the hot water rains down on them. "One minute I was just frustrated and the next thing I knew..." Her hands move restlessly in her lap, seeking contact with his skin. "Col, why does this happen? Why can't I control myself around you?"

The admission brings a sharp intake of breath as her head tilts back against his shoulder. She feels so vulnerable right now, exposed in ways she never has before. And yet somehow it only intensifies the desire between them; for him to keep her safe, to make her his completely and utterly.

She hesitates before answering, not wanting to admit the truth. "It was just... a stupid client. Nothing important." The lie tastes bitter on her tongue but she pushes it aside. It's better this way; she can handle their arguments without involving him if she doesn't let them know how much they really get to her.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she admits, "They called me stupid... said they knew more than I did about the case." She closes her eyes, not wanting to think about it anymore. The warm water caresses their skin, washing away the dirt and tension of the day as much as possible, but she knows it won't be enough until Col is holding her tight again.

"They... they reminded me of someone," she whispers, not meeting his gaze. "It just made everything worse." The truth spills out of her in a rush, and she hangs her head shamefully. She's never been so weak around anyone else before; why is it always Col who brings out this side of her?

She presses her face into his neck, grateful for the reassurance and comfort he offers her. "I'm sorry, baby," she whispers, feeling self-conscious now that she's admitted how much their words affected her. "I don't want to be like this around you."

Her hands smooth over his chest, absently tracing patterns on his skin as if seeking some sort of solace in the familiar touch. She closes her eyes again, content to just exist in this moment; wrapped up in Col's arms and surrounded by his strength. For now, it's enough.

"Yes, sir," she replies with just enough sarcasm to show that her affection isn't completely unconditional. "I'll make sure everyone knows their place and how useless they are in comparison to you." Her hands drift lower on his body, cupping him through the water before sliding back up again to rest on his hips. Despite everything that's happened today, she can't deny that she feels closer to him now than ever before; like they're bound together by some unbreakable thread of emotion and desire.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; so simple and genuine that they cut straight through her anger and hurt like a knife through butter. "I... I love you too," she murmurs, realizing it for the first time not just as some sort of possession or obsession, but as a deep, unwavering emotion that has taken root in her chest. It's both terrifying and exhilarating; like stepping off the edge of a cliff into nothingness and finding yourself flying free instead of falling apart. "Don't ever make me feel this way again," she whispers, meaning every word even as it breaks her heart to admit how much his approval means to her.

She presses closer against him, wrapping herself around his body like a second skin. The hot water continues to rain down on them, washing away the dirt and grime of the day, but not quite managing to cleanse her guilt or regret. In this moment, she just wants to stay here forever; safe in Col's arms where nothing else matters except their love for each other and their shared passion.

"Alright." she replies softly, her voice still quiet with the aftershocks of their argument. As they exit the shower and dry off, she allows Col to dress her in one of his large button-down shirts that hangs down past her thighs and some matching boxers; a cute outfit he always likes to put her in. Despite everything, being close to him like this makes her heart feel lighter, even when the weight of their words still lingers on the air between them. They find something light and easy to eat for dinner and then retire to their bedroom where they collapse onto the soft mattress together. For now, all that matters is being in each other's arms; reaffirming their love and promising not to let anything come between them again.

"Good night, Col." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she nestles closer into his embrace. Sleep may be the furthest thing from her mind right now, but with him holding her like this, it's hard not to feel at least a little bit at peace; safe and loved despite everything that's happened between them. As exhaustion finally claims her, she drifts off into fitful slumber, only feeling truly safe when she knows he's there beside her; their bodies intertwined under the warmth of the covers. Even in sleep, she still finds comfort in knowing that he'll always be there to protect her and make everything better with just a touch or a whispered word of love.

"Hello, yourself." She smiles up at him as he enters her office, making sure to keep her expression neutral even though she feels an instant rush of warmth spread through her body at the sight of him. "How can I help you today?" Her tone is professional and unwavering, despite the pounding of her heart in her chest.

She gestures to a chair across from her desk, offering him a seat as she takes a sip of her coffee; still hot from the office machine. Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment longer than necessary before finally breaking away, focusing instead on some paperwork spread out on her desk. It's important not to show any sign of weakness in front of him; she knows that even the slightest display can be used against her later.

"Oh... that sounds lovely." Her tone is carefully non-committal as she glances back up at him. "When would you like to go?" She pretends to be focused on her work again, tapping a pen against the edge of her desk in what's becoming something of a nervous habit around him. It helps to keep her hands busy and her mind off the fact that he's here, in her personal space; making offers and demands like he owns her.

But deep down, she knows that's exactly what he does. And despite herself, the thought sends a shiver down her spine.

Her heart stops as he says those words; so softly that they seem to whisper directly into her ear. She looks up at him, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. For a moment, she considers denying it; playing it off like some sort of joke or misunderstanding. But then she sees the sincerity in his gaze and realizes there's no use trying to hide from the truth any longer. "I... I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hum of the office machine. Her cheeks flush with color as she says it; embarrassed by how easily he's managed to make her admit her feelings after months of denial and pretending otherwise.

But there it is now; out in the open between them. The weight of it pressing down on her chest like a physical thing, making it hard to breathe or think straight. She knows what this means; she's officially his now. And despite everything else, she can't help but feel relieved by that knowledge; protected and loved in a way she never has before.

She reaches out tentatively, brushing her fingers against his cheek before resting them on his shoulder. "So... this dinner thing," she says with a small smile, trying to change the subject

She shivers slightly at his touch, wrapping her arms around him as he pulls her close. "Oh... that sounds wonderful." Her smile widens, and she leans into the embrace; enjoying the feel of his strong body against hers. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's a certain comfort in knowing that she belongs to him now; that nothing else matters except their love and whatever crazy adventures they choose to embark on together.

She pulls back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of love, gratitude, and something else she can't quite name. "Thank you... for everything." The words are barely audible above the soft murmur of conversation around them in the office, but they carry all the weight of her heart. And for now, that's enough.

Her breath hitches as he pulls her closer; their bodies fitting together seamlessly like they've been meant to be since the beginning of time. She presses her face into his shoulder, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she nods against him. "I love you too... so much." It's both a confession and an apology; a way to tell him that even though things haven't always been easy, they can make it work together; be better together.

She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her, the scent of his skin, and the warmth of his breath against her ear. In this moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be; nothing more important than being held by Col like this, knowing that they are forever bound together by their love and desire for each other.

She giggles softly and nods, reluctantly pulling away to follow him out of the office, her heart feeling lighter than it has in months. No matter what happens now, she knows that as long as she has Col by her side, everything will be alright; even if sometimes they make mistakes or hurt each other along the way. Together, they can overcome anything.

She tells him about her day at work, laughing and teasing where appropriate, trying to keep things lighthearted despite the recent events between them. The restaurant turns out to be amazing; the food exquisite and the view even better. They spend hours talking, catching up on their lives, sharing stories and laughter as if nothing has ever been wrong between them.

As they finish their desserts, she looks up at him with a contented smile. "Thank you for today, Col... It means so much to me." She reaches across the table, taking his hand in hers, her voice softening. "I love you..."

She blushes deeply at his words, already feeling her body heat up at the mere suggestion. "Maybe," she whispers, leaning in closer to him. "If you're very good..." Her hands find their way under the table, skimming over his thighs and toward his crotch, teasing him even as he reciprocates the touch with equal fervor.

Their gazes lock, burning with desire for each other; a promise of things to come once they're back in the safety of their own private world. For now, though, they savor the moment: the food, the company, and most importantly, their love for one another; stronger than ever before despite all their mistakes and flaws.

She can't help but grin at his suggestion; there was no way she was going to say no to dancing with him. Taking his hand, she follows him out onto the dance floor where he expertly sweeps her into a spin before dipping her low, laughing as her skirt flutters around them. She wraps her arms around his neck, feeling lightheaded with happiness and desire for this man who holds her so close.

The music swirls around them, pulling them deeper into each other's embrace, until it feels like they're the only two people in the room; that nothing else exists except their love for one another. As they sway together under the stars and twinkling lights, she knows with every fiber of her being that this is where she belongs; with Col by her side, dancing to a song only they can hear.

Her breath catches in her throat as he kneels before her, presenting her with the most beautiful ring she's ever seen. Tears well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks unchecked as she stares at him in disbelief. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out; all she can do is nod vigorously, tears streaming even faster now. "Yes," she finally manages to croak out through a sob, "yes... I will marry you, Col. I love you." Her fingers shake as they reach for the ring, sliding it onto her finger where it fits perfectly; like it's always belonged there. "Forever," she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you too, Col." Her voice is thick with emotion as she leans into his touch, their lips barely parting as they share a tender kiss under the starry sky. She can feel her heart beating wildly against his chest; a frantic rhythm that matches the desperate way he's holding onto her. "Forever," she whispers against his lips before pulling back to look at him, her smile shining brighter than the lights of the city behind them. "And always."

With that, they share another lingering kiss, their love and devotion to each other radiating outwards like a beacon in the darkness. As they pull apart, she feels more complete than she ever has before; anchored to Col by an unbreakable bond that spans not just through time and distance but also through their shared passions and desires. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world that matters; only him and the endless future stretching out before them.

Her breath catches as his lips devour hers, his hands already busy with exploration down her back and around her ass. As he presses his index finger to her tight entrance, she arches into the contact, moaning softly into his mouth. She grips his hair tighter, urging him onward as the anticipation builds within her, a thrilling combination of fear and desire coursing through every fiber of her being. "Yes," she whispers against his lips, breathless from their kiss and the rapidly escalating intensity of his touch. "Do it..." She's not sure what she means by that exactly; doesn't know if she's asking him to finger her or claim her completely tonight. All she knows is that she wants more. Wants all of him, however he chooses to give himself to her.

Her cries mingle with his triumphant groans as he takes her, claiming her body and heart in one powerful thrust. The bed is their world now; a place of passion and pleasure where nothing else exists but the primal need to be connected. Her fingernails scratch at his back, digging into the skin beneath as she meets each of his deep, grunting strokes with equal fervor.

As he begins to move faster, driving deeper still, she feels herself approaching the brink; that impossible place where sensation becomes all-consuming and nothing else matters. With a gasp that's almost a scream, her body clenches around him, her orgasm pulsing through every fiber of her being as he thrusts one final time, coming with a growl deep in his chest.

They collapse together onto the mattress, panting and sweaty but impossibly happy; their limbs tangled together in the aftermath of their passionate union. Janet laughs breathlessly, her fingers tracing circles on Col's back as she tries to catch her breath, content for now to bask in the glow of his satisfied smile.

She blushes deeply at his words, her heart racing in her chest. "Thank you... that means so much to me," she whispers hoarsely. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, she grins up at him. Despite the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, there's something incredibly comforting about being this close to him; knowing he loves her and that nothing can ever change that.

She giggles as he picks her up in his arms, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as they make their way to the bathroom. The hot water cascades down on them, washing away their sweat and the remnants of their passion as if nothing happened. She leans against him, enjoying the closeness and warmth that he offers her even now, once they've both climaxed.

"You know..." she starts, thinking aloud more than anything else. "I love how you can just sweep me off my feet like this... make everything feel so intense and passionate." She looks up at him through her lashes, grinning cheekily. "It's a pretty powerful thing, being with you."

She blushes at his words, feeling a rush of happiness and contentment flood through her. "You really are the most amazing man I've ever known," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him tighter. As they stand together under the hot spray of water, it feels like nothing else matters; just the two of them, forever entwined in a love that knows no bounds.

She laughs softly, her cheeks flushing with color again as she presses herself even closer to him. "You know... I feel the same way," she confesses, surprising even herself with the admission. "Being with you like this... it's just so perfect." With a sigh, she leans into the warmth of his body and closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of their wet skin against one another.

She smiles against his chest as he speaks, liking the feel of his strong hands on her skin even after they've been intimate. "That sounds nice," she murmurs, feeling sleepy and content all at once. With a yawn, she nestles closer to him, already starting to drift off despite the fact that it isn't quite dark outside yet. She knows that with Col holding her like this, she can relax and let go of everything else; fall asleep safe in his arms and wake up feeling completely loved and cherished every morning afterward.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, taking a moment to adjust to the light streaming through their bedroom window. As she focuses on the ceiling above her, reality starts to sink in; reminding her of everything that's happened over the past few days. But then Col shifts in his sleep beside her and his strong arms tighten around her waist, pulling her back against his warm body, and all of those worries melt away. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer to him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin and letting herself sink back into dreamless sleep.

"Morning," she murmurs without looking away from what she's doing, the sizzling sound of eggs in the pan filling the room. She hums to herself as she expertly cracks an egg into a bowl and whips it up with a fork, her movements fluid and familiar after so many years spent perfecting this routine. Despite everything that's changed between them recently, some things never will; like the way she instinctively knows how to make Col feel at home in their shared space.

Her shoulders tense at the word; a pang of guilt striking her like a physical blow even as she smiles over her shoulder at him. "I'm always happy when you're around," she says quietly, forcing herself to keep the tremor out of her voice. It's not completely convincing, but he seems satisfied with it; his expression softening as he takes a seat on one of the barstools and watches her move gracefully around their small kitchen.

Her hands still for a moment as she tries to decide how to answer his question. Part of her wants to tell him about her conversation with her parents last night; how they'd been supportive even though it had taken them some time to come around. But another part is scared that he'll be angry or feel betrayed if he thinks they didn't wait for his permission first. "Not yet," she says finally, mustering up as much courage as she can before continuing. "But I wanted to talk to you about it first." She glances over at him, searching his face for any signs of disappointment or resentment, but finds only curiosity and affection there.

She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat as she continues. "They were so happy for us; they kept saying how much they loved you like one of their own. They even offered to help plan the wedding," she says softly, biting her lip anxiously. She wipes her hands on a dishcloth before running them through her hair, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by everything that's been going on between them and the weight of what comes next.