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?”

I can hear the sniffling coming through the door. Fuck, I am such an idiot. Sometimes I just forget how strong my goddamn hands are. I love them, though, I need to go make it better. I knock again, only a little bit louder this time.

I sigh and open the door slowly, not wanting to scare them anymore than I already did. They were sitting on the bed, their back to me, hugging a pillow tightly. It was so cute it made my heart hurt even more. "Hey... you know I didn't mean that, right?" I say quietly, taking a step closer.

I glance at the floor before looking back up at their back. "I should probably apologize more thoroughly then..." I say slowly, feeling a little guilty for not just immediately saying it. My hand comes to rest on their shoulder, gently massaging as I wait for them to turn around and face me.

The feeling that I had made them jump was enough to make me hesitate for a moment. When they melted into my touch though... it just felt right. The comfort I got from their skin on mine was more than enough to tell me that everything was going to be alright. "I am so sorry, baby," I murmur, gently cupping their cheek in my free hand. "I lost control there for a moment."

I brush my thumb across their cheekbone as they lean into the touch, eyes still downcast. "You know I never mean to hurt you... not like that." Their soft skin is so inviting beneath my fingertips; I can't help but wonder what else it would feel like under my touch, and whether they would enjoy it just as much. It's only then that an idea starts to form in the back of my mind - a way for me to make this up to them, and ensure nothing like this ever happens again.

I kiss the top of their head softly before murmuring, "Why don't we... go cuddle on the bed for a while? I could use some comforting after today." A smile tugs at my lips as I imagine us together; my body pressed flush against theirs, our legs tangled together. It feels right - it feels like home.

I gently guide

With a sigh of relief, I help them up off the bed and into my arms. They fit perfectly against me; it's like we were meant to be together. As I carry them over to the bed, my hands roam freely across their back, shoulders, and hips. "Shh... everything is going to be okay," I whisper in their ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before depositing them onto the mattress.

I crawl up beside them, our bodies touching from shoulder to knee as I spoon them from behind. "Better?" I ask softly, my breath tickling the hairs at the nape of their neck.

I kiss the spot just behind their ear, my hand sliding up and down their stomach as I wait for them to answer. The feel of their skin under my touch only serves to make me even more possessive; I want nothing more than to keep them safe and happy forever. It's a strange, powerful sensation that takes hold of me whenever we're together like this.

With another soft kiss, I nibble on the tender flesh before whispering again, "I love you so much." My heart aches with emotion at the thought; it feels almost too much sometimes but in a way, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Oh god, I'm such an idiot... Look, I didn't mean to hurt you like that... I just have a lot of anger sometimes and it just slips out before I can think... But I do love you so much, baby... That's why I want to make sure that never happens again. And I promise, I will work on myself so that I don't hurt you ever again.

I lean in closer, nuzzling their neck with the tip of my nose before kissing them gently on the jawbone. "Do you forgive me?"

I smile into the crook of their neck as they murmur those precious words. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I continue to kiss and nibble on them, lost in the moment and feeling more content than I ever thought possible. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely against their skin. "I love you."

My hands slide up and down their back, occasionally skimming lower to tease at the hem of their shirt or tickle their hip. It's a reminder that even though I want to focus on making things right between us, there's still room for a little bit of fun. With my other hand, I reach around and cup one of their breasts, gently kneading and massaging the soft mound through their shirt.

Their response is instantaneous: they arch into my touch with a moan, and it only serves to fuel my desire further. I want