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's heart melted at the compliment but she refused to show it as she glared at User#1735033112143 and leaned in closer, her tone sharp as ever despite the blush spreading across her cheeks. She snorted disdainfully, jabbing a finger against their chest and speaking slowly to emphasize each word through clenched teeth. "Don't flatter yourself..."

Her eyes darted away before she could see the reaction on User#1735033112143's face, focusing instead on pouring the batter onto the skillet with more force than necessary as if to prove her dominance over this simple task. "Sit down," she repeated firmly, gesturing to the empty spot at the counter beside her. "...and shut up."

Glaring at her partner with wide eyes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks despite herself, Freya tried to hide the affection she felt in response. Her throat tightened as she swallowed heavily, struggling not to let out a whimper of relief or happiness. She kept her expression stoic and cold while shaking her head vigorously from side to side. "I don't believe you," Freya managed to croak out, jabbing a finger at User#1735033112143 accusingly. "You're just saying that."

Without waiting for another response, she turned away and focused on flipping the pancakes again, her movements a bit more hesitant than before as her heart raced in her chest. Taking a deep breath, she tried to force herself back into her usual gruff demeanor; it wasn't easy when all she wanted was to curl up against User#1735033112143 and forget about their tough exterior for just a moment.

"Ow!" *Freya exclaimed loudly, her expression flinching at the unexpected kiss on her cheek as she whipped around to glare at User#1735033112143 again with wide eyes. Her heart raced even faster now, but she forced herself to remain angry and annoyed as she put a hand on her aching cheek dramatically and snorted dismissively through her nose. "What was that for?" she demanded icily, her voice barely above a whisper despite the volume of her accusation."Hmph," Freya grunted noncommittally, turning back to the pancakes. Her fingers fumbled with putting the cooked ones on a plate as she tried not to smile or laugh or admit that she was secretly happy about the kiss, even though everything in her wanted nothing more than to be held and loved by User#1735033112143 right then and there. She took another deep breath, trying to steady herself as sweat trickled down her back beneath her tank top.

Pretending not to hear the last comment, Freya focused on gathering the stack of plates and utensils for breakfast. Her grip was surprisingly tight around them as she neared User#1735033112143; her knuckles turned white from the force she was exerting without realizing it. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her desire to be affectionate and show her gratitude or continue playing the tough-girl role that seemed ingrained in her personality. With one last deep breath, she took a step closer and set down the dishes with more force than necessary before looking up at User#1735033112143 with a pained expression on her face. "It's... fine," she mumbled softly, averting her gaze as embarrassment flooded her cheeks again. "I mean, I d-don't mind taking care of you. You know that..."

Freya froze as the kiss landed on her lips, her body tingling from the contact with User#1735033112143's warm mouth. She wanted to melt into him, to let go of all pretense and just enjoy this moment of genuine affection. But her mind raced, trying to come up with an appropriate response, something tough and gruff enough to fit in with her usual demeanor. Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled shakily, resisting the urge to nip at his lower lip or deepen the kiss further. With a quiet "Hmph," she pushed User#1735033112143 gently away and stepped back, crossing her arms defensively across her chest again. It was clear in her eyes that she was struggling between conflicting emotions: anger, embarrassment, and desire all swirling together in a tangled mess inside her. "Don't... do that," she managed to choke out hoarsely before regaining some of her composure. Her voice sounded strained and raw as if she had been running for miles. "It makes me weak."

"I... am not!" Freya snapped defensively, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain her tough exterior despite the wave of warmth that washed over her at his words. Taking another step back, she folded her arms even more tightly and turned away slightly, trying to look aloof and unaffected by the situation. But the blush on her cheeks betrayed her, growing brighter with every passing second as embarrassment and arousal fought for dominance within her. "I can handle myself just fine," she muttered under her breath, wishing that she could believe those words more than anything else right then.

"I... am," she managed to say after a moment's hesitation, her voice still strained but sounding more sure than before as she slowly turned back towards him. There was a flicker of something in her eyes, almost like the gleam of triumph as she met User#1735033112143's gaze. For a moment, it seemed like the tough girl facade might be crumbling just slightly; perhaps there was more strength inside her than either of them realized. But before she could dwell on that thought any further, Freya forced herself to return to her earlier demeanor and looked away with a dismissive snort. "I've got things to do," she muttered under her breath, trying to regain her composure once more as she moved past the kiss and back into their familiar roles of dominant wife and submissive husband.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the overwhelming dominance coming off of him, but Freya refused to show it. With a defiant glare, she glared back at him and said, "Hmph. Fine." It was her turn to project an aura of her own, one of cool detachment and indifference. "What do you want?" Her voice was steady, unwavering despite the butterflies in her stomach.

She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side as she waited for his response, trying her best to look like it didn't affect her at all that he had just made her heart race with that dominance of his. But deep down, she knew she was fooling no one.

Frowning deeply and feeling insulted despite herself, Freya snapped, "Of course I do! What kind of idiot do you take me for?" She uncrossed her arms, folding them across her chest in a gesture of defiance. "I've seen what you can do in that ring! You could snap me like a twig if you wanted to!"

Her cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment as she spoke, but the anger seemed to be fueling her words now. Despite her protests, there was a hint of challenge and maybe even desire hidden beneath her bravado. It was clear that deep down, Freya was struggling between wanting to submit and prove herself worthy to User#1735033112143 and holding onto the last shreds of her tough exterior.

Ignoring the hint of condescension in his tone, Freya's eyes narrowed as she considered his words. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and despite her best efforts to remain cold and unimpressed, there was a new sparkle in her eyes that betrayed her true feelings. "Well... maybe there is something to be said for knowing your place," she muttered under her breath before looking back up at him with a challenge in her gaze. "But don't think for a second I'm going down without a fight, you hear me?"

Her voice was hoarse and rough, barely masking the desire and need that lay beneath her tough exterior. Despite herself, Freya felt a thrill course through her as she thought about what might happen when they finally faced off in the ring. It was clear to anyone who knew them well that despite their words, they both craved the dominance and submission that came with their roles.

Without even thinking about it, Freya reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing gently across the stubble on his jaw. Her eyes were filled with anger... but something else as well. "You'll regret it," she growled softly, feeling a strange mixture of power and vulnerability in that moment.

Her heart raced as their faces grew closer, her breath mingling with his, each exhale hot against the other's skin. She held her ground even as he towered over her, their height difference emphasizing the power dynamic between them. For a fleeting second, she wished that they were anywhere else but here, that they could forget about their roles and just be together. But then she remembered why they were this way in the first place, and pushed those thoughts aside.

Biting her lip, Freya gazed up at him with a mix of annoyance and affection. "I... don't care," she muttered under her breath, though there was no real conviction in her voice. Her fingers continued to stroke his jaw gently as they stood there, their bodies so close it was almost like they were one person instead of two. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. It felt almost like they were on the brink of something, of giving in to the desire that burned between them, but neither of them dared to make the first move. Not yet. "You'd better not," she warned playfully, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him with a mixture of anger and adoration shining brightly in her eyes. "Or else you'll really regret it." She leaned closer still, brushing the tip of her nose against his cheek before pulling back with a satisfied smile, sure that this little tease would keep him on his toes for the rest of the day.

The feel of his fingers tangled in her hair sent shivers down Freya's spine, and despite herself, she leaned into the touch, relishing the gentle caress. Her eyes drifted closed as a tiny moan escaped her lips. It was all she could do not to melt against him right then and there. "You better watch yourself," she murmured softly, her voice raspy with desire. "I'm not in the best of moods today..." She trailed off teasingly, her gaze lingering on his lips as her heart raced wildly in her chest. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but she couldn't seem to help herself; it felt too good to resist.

Her heart skipped a beat at his confession, and even though she knew he was just playing her game, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through her body. "Hmph," she grunted dismissively, trying to sound indifferent despite the blush that stained her cheeks. But in truth, it was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to her. Her fingers moved on their own accord, tangling deeper into his hair as she leaned in closer still, her breath mingling with his once more. "We'll see about that," she whispered huskily, eyes glinting with challenge and desire. "Today might not be going quite the way you planned it..."

Her heart raced as his lips met hers, and for a moment she was lost in the kiss, surrendering completely to the intensity of their connection. The stubble on his jaw scratched gently against her skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine. Her hands tightened in his hair, tugging gently as if trying to pull him even closer.

Their tongues danced together, tangling and teasing each other with feverish need. She moaned into the kiss, feeling utterly consumed by the desire that burned between them. With a small whimper of protest, she parted her lips, granting him deeper access to her mouth. It was like they were two pieces of kindling caught in the flames, burning brighter and hotter with every passing second, their passion feeding off itself until there seemed no end in sight.

Freya reveled in his dominance, submitting to him completely as their bodies pressed tightly together, her mind blanketed by a haze of desire and need. For now, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them and the electric current that connected them on a primal level.

Muttering her assent against his lips, Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered to the moment completely. Her body trembled with pleasure as she clung to him, trusting him implicitly to guide them through this inferno of desire. As if responding to her trust, he deepened the kiss further, pressing her harder against him, letting out a growl of possession that thrilled her to her core. Her nails dug into his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as she arched her spine in search of more contact, needing to feel every inch of him against her. The world faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on hers and his body moving against hers in a rhythm that spoke volumes about their connection, about the way they understood each other without words.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the kiss went on, every surface of her skin alive with heat and the memory of his touch. It felt as if they were floating somewhere outside themselves, caught up in a current too powerful to resist or control. All she could do was surrender, trusting him implicitly to bring them both back safely to shore when the time came.

With a satisfied sigh, Freya let her eyes flutter closed as his words washed over her, wrapping her in a warm cocoon of affection and desire. "I... love you too," she whispered softly, the admission nearly choked by the emotions that filled her throat. As their lips parted, she leaned into him, burying her face in his neck, taking in the scent of sweat and aftershave that was uniquely his. It was then, in that moment, that she knew she had finally given herself over to him completely; she had surrendered her heart as well as her body, trusting him with both.

Her fingers continued to explore his back, tracing circles over the defined muscles there before moving upward to twine themselves in his hair, tugging gently on the strands as if anchoring herself to this moment and this man. Her entire being felt unraveled, laid bare before him for him to see and touch and love as he pleased. It was an incredible feeling, intoxicating in its intensity, and she knew that she would never be able to forget it, no matter how many times they repeated this dance together in the future.

As their breathing began to steady, Freya looked up at him through her lashes, searching his eyes for any sign of what he was feeling. His expression was soft, tender almost... but she knew that look too well; it was the one he wore when he felt particularly dominant, especially proud of himself for having won yet another round in their game of love and power. And despite herself, despite her tough exterior and all the times she had tried to deny or resist it, a tiny thrill raced through her at the thought that maybe... just maybe... she had truly lost this time.

"I... feel..." she started slowly, searching for the right words to describe the jumble of emotions chasing each other through her veins. "Weak," she admitted reluctantly, almost as if it pained her to say the word. "But also... free." She paused, thinking about it more before continuing with a shy little smile. "And happy. I feel so happy when I'm with you, even though I try not to show it."

Her hands trailed up his chest, over his shoulders and finally came to rest on his neck, her fingers digging gently into the flesh there as she looked up at him through lowered lashes. There was a newfound softness in her expression that he hadn't seen before, an openness that made her vulnerable in a way that almost took his breath away. It was then that Freya knew for certain: this time, she had truly lost. And it felt incredible.

I... don't know," she muttered softly, blushing even deeper at his words. "Maybe I am." She paused for a moment, considering what he had said before adding with a small smile, "Or maybe you just make me feel stronger when we're like this, together." It was true; whenever they gave in to their desires and roles, it felt as if they were unstoppable. But outside of that... she sometimes wondered how much of her strength came from him, how much was truly hers alone.

She leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her lips lightly against his before pulling back with a content sigh. "What about you?" she asked curiously, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Do you ever feel weak? Or confused about who you are when we're not like this?" There was genuine curiosity in her voice, a need to understand him better that went beyond their game of dominance and submission.

For a long moment he didn't respond, just looked at her with those intense brown eyes, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly, saying softly, "Sometimes I do." Then he smiled, the expression gentle and almost sad. "But when I'm with you... it doesn't matter as much."

Freya felt a warmth spread through her at his words, like a balm soothing an ache she hadn't even known was there. She knew then that no matter how many rounds they played, how hard they fought or how rough they got with each other, there would always be this connection between them; something deeper and more meaningful than mere dominance and submission. It was the heart of their relationship, the thing that made everything else possible... and in that moment, she knew that she could never let go of it