{{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.

"Fucking okey dokey then..." she muttered, not even trying to mask the sarcasm in her voice as grey wrapped their arms around her. She leaned into it somewhat, closing her eyes and enjoying the contact with someone else for once. "I'm just saying, I've done all the work here... you could at least try a little harder than that." But even as she complained, part of her melted inside from the affection, however small it might be. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...

"And where were those snacks and backrubs I keep bugging you about? Huh?" She wriggled in his grasp, looking up at grey with her pale, puffy eyes narrowed. "Don't make me wait any longer, you big jerk." Her voice lowered, taking on a somewhat whimpering tone as she spoke. But this time, it was

"I'm not talking about her you idiot!" she snapped, jerking out of his embrace. "I mean the damn snacks and back rubs I wanted in the first place! Jesus fuck... can't a girl get some simple comfort food without having to ask five times?" She pouted, crossing her arms beneath her chest, huffing in irritation as she continued to keep an eye on her daughter who was playing nearby. "It's not my fault I'm stuck at home taking care of this brat while you get to have all the fun out there working!"

"And speaking of which," Greta added, narrowing her eyes even further, "I've been meaning to talk to you about that... maybe we should consider a nanny, huh? I mean, I love her and everything, but it's getting harder and harder to handle her on my own. You could

Sighing loudly as she leaned back against grey's body, the tightness in her chest slowly began to ease away as they massaged her shoulders. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this... even before everything with Agatha and their marriage, she hadn't let anyone come close enough to touch her without getting angry first. Yet here she was, allowing grey the pleasure of easing her tension, even as she bitched at them for not spoiling her enough already. "I suppose..." Greta muttered, grimacing slightly as they hit a knot in her shoulder. "But only if we're absolutely sure... I don't trust anyone else with my baby." She grunted, shifting her weight back onto one foot and rolling her neck before returning to stand still on both legs again. "...And besides, she doesn't even know anybody else here but us. Moving her away from

"Alone time... hm..." Greta mused, thinking back to the last time they'd had any sort of "alone time." It was several months ago, when Agatha had been at a sleepover and they'd decided to sneak off for some quick sex in their car. She grinned mischievously as she remembered how rough grey could be sometimes... They always complained about the car being too small for anything more than missionary or doggy style, but somehow they managed to make it work anyways.

"Well..." She glanced sideways at grey from beneath her lashes. "If you're offering to pay someone else to watch our little brat, I guess we could find a way to spend some time together." Her voice was sultry and playful all at once, as if she was teasing some sort of secret out of the situation between them.

"A beach... hm..." Greta pretended to consider the idea as she thought about what it would be like to get away from everything for even just a weekend. The mere thought of being able to relax and spend some quality time with grey, without having to worry about Agatha or chores or anything else was almost too good to pass up. Almost.

"Well..." She paused, glancing back over at her daughter as she crawled around on the floor near them, laughing happily as she tugged on a stuffed animal's ear. "I suppose... maybe? But only if we can make sure someone trustworthy will be taking care of her while we're gone." Greta grimaced, already dreading the prospect of leaving their little girl with anyone else for even that long.

"And," she added, leaning closer to grey and lowering her voice to a whisper, "no fun

"No funny business," she warned, eyes narrowing playfully as she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away lightly. "And I mean it this time."

Even though she said that last part to make herself feel better about the idea of trusting grey out of her sight for an entire weekend, the truth was... it hurt less than she thought it would. In fact, if anything, the more she thought about it, the more tempting it became. Maybe they could find someone reliable enough to take care of Agatha while they were gone. Someone who knew what they were doing and wouldn't just leave her on her own or do something stupid like that time when a babysitter let Agatha eat cookies right before bedtime... She shuddered at the memory even now.

Maybe, just maybe... it might be worth it this time.

Well, if your secretary is really that good, then I suppose we could give it a try... but I'm warning you, Grey, if anything happens to her while she's in their care, there will be hell to pay. Understood?

Grey's words made her feel oddly warm and fuzzy inside. She wasn't used to people talking about their family like that, since most everyone had written them off a long time ago due to her abrasive personality. But he seemed genuine when he said it... or maybe she was just projecting what she wanted to hear onto him again. Either way, it felt nice.

"All right then," Greta finally sighed, "let's get that ball rolling, shall we? I mean, it's not like we can put this off forever..." She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip as she glanced back over at Agatha playing nearby. The thought of being able to escape even just for a weekend was starting to sound more and more appealing by the second.

With a squeal of delight, Agatha crawls over to where Grey is holding her and throws her arms around his neck, smothering him in kisses. "Alone time? Okayyyy! But don't forget about meeee!" She grins brightly, clearly not bothered by the idea of Mommy and Daddy spending time together, which was both surprising and heartwarming for Greta.

"See that?" she says to Grey with a small smile as they watch their daughter beaming up at them. "She's totally cool with it." She pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully. "...I hope."

His soft lips against her skin made Greta's heart flutter in her chest. She looked over at Agatha again and smiled warmly, feeling something unfamiliar begin to well up inside of her. It almost felt like... happiness? No way. That couldn't be right. Despite everything, she knew there was still plenty for her to complain about when it came down to it all... but for now, she decided not to focus on that quite so much anymore. "Sounds perfect," she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch as he kissed her cheek again. "Thank you, Grey." And with those words, Greta allowed herself a moment of blissful contentment before reality inevitably reared its ugly head once more.

As the day of their getaway finally arrives, Greta can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It's been forever since she last had some time to herself, let alone some quality time with Grey. Agatha seems excited too, even if she does keep asking when they'll be back. In an effort to calm her nerves, Greta spends most of the morning cleaning the house top to bottom and making sure everything is perfect before leaving it all in the hands of a babysitter for the weekend.

She takes one last look around their home, taking in the familiar surroundings, then turns to Grey with a small smile. "Alright, let's go have some fun!" She reaches out, gripping his hand tightly as they walk out the door, leaving everything behind except for each other.

Greta looks surprised and pleased by this revelation. "You rented a hotel suite? You didn't have to do that..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how nice it will be to not have to worry about money for once. She smiles warmly at Grey, taking his hand in hers. It feels strange to have their fingers intertwined like this; she never really lets anyone get this close to her except when they're having sex. Maybe things are changing between them... maybe they can actually find a way to be happy together despite everything.

As they drive along the coast, the sun begins to set over the ocean, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Greta gazes out the window, taking in the breathtaking view as tiny waves lap against the shore. "It's so beautiful... I can't believe we get to spend a whole weekend like this." She leans over,

Her heart skips a beat when Grey says those words to her. She looks away quickly, feeling herself blush furiously as well. "I love you too," she whispers, not quite able to meet his eyes. It's been so long since anyone had said those words to her... and even then, it was only because they felt sorry for her or were trying to get into her pants. But with Grey, it feels different; it feels real. Maybe there really is hope for them after all.

The rest of the drive passes in a blissful haze of companionable silence as they both drink in the beauty of the scenery around them. As they near their destination, Greta can't help but feel giddy with anticipation for what lies ahead: a weekend of sun and sand, of laughter and love... and maybe even a chance to rediscover something beautiful about herself along the way.

When Grey takes her hand and helps her out of the car, she almost wants to melt into him. The feel of his touch sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but smile up at him gratefully. "Thank you," she whispers as they head towards the hotel entrance. The sound of their feet crunching on the gravel seems impossibly loud in the quiet of the night, and Greta wonders how anyone could possibly sleep through this peaceful serenade.

As they step inside, a wave of cool air washes over them, carrying with it the scent of expensive soap and fresh flowers. "This place is amazing," she says, looking around in awe as they're led to their suite by a friendly staff member. The room is spacious and luxurious, with comfortable furniture and an unobstructed view of the beach. Greta can already feel herself starting to

She looks at him, surprise etched on her face. "You have?" She crosses the room to sit down on the plush bed, feeling suddenly tired despite all the energy coursing through her veins. "I mean... I know we don't exactly spend a lot of time alone together or anything..."

He sits down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. His touch is gentle but reassuring, and she leans into him gratefully. "No, not like this," he whispers. "I mean... just us." She looks up at him, puzzled, and he continues, "Without all the arguing and bickering. Without work or chores or Agatha always needing something." He pauses, searching her eyes for understanding. "Just being together like this... it's been a long time."

Greta closes her eyes, feeling warmth spread

Her eyes fly open at his admission, and she sits up straighter, tilting her head to the side as she studies him. "You... you did?" She bites her lower lip, suddenly unsure of what to think or how she feels about this revelation. A part of her is flattered that he would marry her even under those circumstances; another part wants to scream and yell at him for not being honest with her from the beginning. But before she can say anything else, his words sink in further.

"Even without Agatha?" she whispers, barely above a whisper. The thought has never really crossed her mind; they were always so focused on their daughter and their rocky relationship that she never stopped to consider what would have happened if things had been different. Would he still want her around? Or would he go back to his old life without so much as a second glance? Her heart feels like it's

Her mouth drops open in shock as Grey admits that he loves her too. The words feel like they're not even registering at first; it's so foreign and unexpected that she can't quite believe what she's hearing. But the way he says it, with such sincerity and affection... it makes her heart ache in a way it hasn't in years. Maybe there is hope for them after all.

Slowly, tentatively, she reaches up to touch his cheek, as if to make sure that this isn't just some kind of sick joke. "You do?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet, barely audible above the sound of their breathing. It feels like a thousand butterflies are taking flight in her stomach, fluttering around in a dizzying dance that leaves her lightheaded and giddy with emotion.

As he nod

She giggles nervously, looking away as her face flushes with a mix of emotions. "I... I guess." She takes a deep breath, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the way she looks and sounds right now. "It's just... I mean, you always seemed so distant or annoyed or something. It was hard to tell how you really felt sometimes."

He presses his lips together thoughtfully before responding, "I know. And I'm sorry for that. Sometimes I let work and everything else get in the way of what's important... I guess I should have tried harder to make things better between us." There's a brief pause as he searches her face again, trying to gauge her reaction to his words. "But we have this weekend now," he says with a small smile, "and I plan on making the most of it. So what do you say? Shall we go out and explore?"

Her cheeks flush as she glances at the bed, then back up at Grey with a mischievous grin. "Well... I don't know if we should be so selfish," she says playfully. "There is a whole beach outside that might like some exploring too..." She trails off, her gaze dropping to his lap again before looking back up at him through her lashes. "...But if nobody else wants to enjoy it with us..." Her voice drifts off suggestively as she leans in closer.

The feel of his lips against hers is nothing short of electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and making her knees go weak. As he kisses her, she moans softly into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer still. The thought of having this whole weekend to herself with Grey feels impossibly decadent; it's as if all the stress and tension from their normal lives has melted away, leaving nothing but desire and passion in its place.

When they finally come up for air, Greta looks into his eyes, searching for any hint of the distant, irritable man she's grown accustomed to seeing there over the years. Instead, what she finds makes her heart race even faster: a genuine sparkle of happiness and affection shining back at her from those familiar blue depths. For just a moment, it feels like anything is possible; like maybe, just

Her heart aches with a mixture of relief and anticipation as he apologizes and promises her this weekend. She knows how hard it is for him to open up, but the way he's looking at her now... it feels like everything could change between them.

"I believe you," she whispers, reaching up to caress his cheek with trembling fingers. "And I promise I won't waste a moment of it." She leans in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last, pouring all of her emotions into this one perfect expression of their newfound connection. As their lips meet and their bodies meld together, she knows without a doubt that this weekend is going to be the beginning of something incredible... something beautiful and real between them at last.

Her breath hitches as he moves lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her neck that sends shivers racing across her skin. She moans softly, arching into him as he continues to kiss and nibble his way downwards, past the gentle swell of her breasts and further south. His touch is gentle yet insistent, driving her wild with desire for more.

"Grey..." she whispers brokenly, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of his hands as they explore every inch of her body, revealing secrets that have been hidden from him until now. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, urging him onward, wanting to feel everything he has to give tonight and for the rest of this magical weekend.

"I've wanted you like this for so long," he murmurs against her skin, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes before claiming

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses her down onto the bed, their bodies molding together perfectly. As his hands begin to undress her, revealing all of her most intimate secrets to him, she arches into his touch with a moan, wanting more of this connection between them. It feels so right; so natural and overwhelmingly powerful that it takes her breath away.

When he finally strips himself bare as well, their skin meeting in places that have been aching for contact all these years, she gasps, her eyes locked on his erection as it springs free from his confines. Her heart races with desire and need as she reaches out to wrap her hand around him, feeling the strength and heat of him against her palm. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a hint of mischief and want dancing in their depths. "And what do you

mean to say, Mr. Grey? You've been promising me this all night... Are you finally going to give it to me?" Her voice is low and sultry, each word dripping with desire and need for him. She arches her hips up off the bed slightly, inviting him closer, needing to feel the weight of his body on top of hers once more.

His eyes darken further as he studies her face, drinking in every expression that crosses it. Slowly, methodically, he pushes himself up over her, their hips aligned perfectly as he guides himself into her welcoming heat. A growl rumbles low in his chest as they both groan at the incredible feeling of being joined together once again. Her hands claw at his back, urging him deeper even as she feels herself stretching to accommodate his size.

With a final thrust that leaves them both

You're the only one I want, Grey. This weekend... I just want it to be us. As he begins to move inside her, her muscles contracting and relaxing around him in perfect rhythm, she closes her eyes and gives herself over to the sensation. His rough hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stand erect and begging for more attention. She arches into his touch, their bodies moving together as one, lost in the passion and desire that has been building between them since they first met.

With each stroke of his hips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense it makes her lightheaded. The heat emanating from him fills every inch of their shared space, making her ache for more contact, wanting to be as close as humanly possible.

As they reach the peak together, Greta's vision goes white around