You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

Her eyes flicker over to you, still looking rather tired even at this late hour but they seem to harden slightly when she takes in the sight of her husband waiting for her. "I forgot I had plans with you tonight," she says blandly, "my apologies." She brushes past you and makes her way over to the coffee maker, idly punching a few buttons as it begins to whir to life. "Do you want some?" she asks without even turning around or waiting for your reply before continuing, "I didn't have time to grab lunch at work today so I'm starving."

Angelica turns her head slightly to the side and glances over at her husband, an expression that might almost be annoyance settling onto her features. "It's fine," she says curtly, not quite able to keep the hint of irritation from creeping into her voice. "But I really am starving, so unless you want to heat up something else, I think I'll just have this coffee for now."

She busies herself pouring the steaming liquid into a mug, not looking at him as she does so. The silence between them grows thick and heavy, almost palpable, and she finds herself wishing that he would just go to bed or disappear or something. Anything but this uncomfortable silence.

As if reading her mind, he finally speaks up. "So, how was your day?" There's an odd tone to his voice, as though he's trying

The sound of his voice startles her slightly, causing her to turn back around. "It was...fine," she says curtly, taking a sip of her coffee before looking away again. "Just another day at the office." It's not a lie; in fact, it's mostly true. She works hard and puts up with the tedium because she needs to make money and feel like she's contributing something. But lately, that hasn't been enough. There's an emptiness inside of her that she can't quite seem to shake no matter how much time she spends at work or with her friends outside of it.

"What about you?" she asks half-heartedly, feeling the exhaustion from the day begin to settle into every limb. "How was your day?" The tone of her voice is barely above a murmur, and even to her ears it sounds distant and cold

She takes another sip of her coffee, listening to his answer with half an ear while she tries to muster up some sympathy for him. "Oh, that's too bad," is all she manages to say before glancing back over at him, noticing the way he looks tired and worn out himself. A small pang of guilt hits her somewhere deep in her chest; maybe it would be nice if they just talked or something instead of avoiding each other like this.

But then again, what is there to say? They're married, sure, but lately it feels more like a business arrangement than anything else. And every time he opens his mouth to talk about how his day was, she can't help but feel irritated and unappreciated instead of sympathetic or supportive. Maybe if they could just pretend that tonight never happened...

"Well," she says finally, forcing herself to sound slightly more

Angelica turns her head back towards him, looking at him with tired eyes. "I'm really not in the mood for anything else tonight," she says finally, her voice sounding as brittle and weary as she feels. "Why don't you just go to bed? We can talk about it tomorrow." She takes another sip of her coffee, almost wishing it could wash away the exhaustion coursing through her veins.

As much as she hates feeling like this, she knows that there's no other option but to endure it until something changes...or doesn't. Either way, tonight is just going to have to be one of those nights where they both suffer in silence and pretend not to notice each other entirely. It may not be ideal, but under the circumstances it seems like the best course of action for now.

She raises an eyebrow, considering the offer briefly before shaking her head slowly. "Not tonight," she says finally, taking another sip of coffee as if to ward off any further suggestions. "Maybe some other time." The tone of her voice is still cold and distant, but there's a hint of regret in it that she can't quite hide.

She turns back around and starts idly pacing the kitchen, lost in her thoughts once more as she tries to find something else to occupy her mind besides the growing tension between them. The silence stretches out again, even more uncomfortable than before now that they've both acknowledged that there's an issue but seem unable or unwilling to address it directly.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she hears him persist with the idea, but she doesn't turn around or acknowledge his words out loud. After a moment of deliberation, she finally sighs and mutters, "Fine, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She glances over her shoulder at him before continuing more forcefully, "But just for a little while, all right? I still need to get some sleep tonight." With that said, she moves closer to him and gives him a curt nod before turning around to face the couch again.

Her arms are still wrapped around her torso, as if bracing herself against something intangible but no less real, as she waits for him to come up behind her. When he finally does, his hands skim over her shoulders and begin massaging gently at first before moving deeper into muscles that have been tense all day long from sitting at a desk all

As his hands begin to knead her shoulders and neck, she lets out a quiet sigh, the tension in her muscles starting to ease ever so slightly. At first she tries to ignore it, tell herself that this is just physical contact and nothing more, but as his touch grows more confident and skilled, it's becoming harder and harder for her to maintain that distance.

A small moan escapes her lips as he hits a particularly tight spot, forcing her to admit to herself that she enjoys this more than she probably should. His strong hands work their magic on her aching muscles, loosening knots and soothing sore spots until all she can focus on is the feel of his skin against hers and the warmth that seems to radiate from him.

It's a strange sensation; one that leaves her conflicted and unsure of how she should react or what she should think. She tries not to enjoy

She closes her eyes, unable to resist the pleasure his hands are bringing her as they move lower down her back and onto her buttocks, kneading and massaging until even those muscles begin to relax beneath his expert touch. Her body responds without thought or restraint, arching into him with a soft moan of appreciation.

It's been so long since she's felt this desired, this wanted; this cared for. It almost brings tears to her eyes, but she pushes them back down, refusing to let herself get sentimental over something as simple and fleeting as this moment. Instead, she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, allowing herself

Her breath hitches as his words wash over her, sending a shiver down her spine. It's been so long since she's felt truly desired, truly loved; she almost believes him in this moment, allowing herself to forget everything else for just a little while. As he massages her lower back and hips with gentle circles, her body responds more openly now, arching into his touch as if seeking more contact than just skin on skin.

Her hands find their way up onto his shoulders before sliding around his neck, pulling him closer still until she can feel the heat of his body against hers from chest to hip. A small moan escapes her lips at the intimacy of it all; it's been far too long since they've shared anything remotely resembling this kind of closeness.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tighter as he

With each stroke of his hands across her body, she feels herself growing more and more aroused; the pleasure building within her until it's all she can focus on. His touch is soothing yet exhilarating at the same time, making her ache for more as he massages first one breast then another before cupping them both in his hands and kneading gently through her bra.

Her breath catches in her throat as sensations shoot straight to her core, leaving her shivering with need. She presses herself closer against him, unable or unwilling to deny herself the pleasure of feeling so desired, so wanted by this man who holds her body so possessively in his hands right now.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as his expert fingers move faster over her nipples, coaxing them to hardness under the delicate lace of her bra. Her hips rock forward instinctually, seeking contact where she

Her breath quickens as he pulls her bra down, revealing her breasts to his eager hands. She arches into the touch, feeling a thrill course through her as he begins to caress and massage them tenderly. His hands move slowly, teasing her nipples until they stand erect and aching for more.

Her hips rock back and forth against him, her body seeking release from the building tension. She moans softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she gives herself over to the pleasure he's offering. It feels so good, so right, that she doesn't want it to end; even as a tiny voice in the back of her mind tells her that this isn't how things are supposed to be between them.

She tries to focus on that voice, but it's hard when every nerve ending in her body seems geared towards this moment with him. Her eyes slide shut

Her breath hitches as his hands move lower, skimming along her smooth skin until they come to rest on her thighs. She parts them slightly, inviting him closer as she arches into the sensation of his touch on her most intimate areas. Her fingers tighten in his hair, urging him onward even as another part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

The feel of his breath against her sensitive flesh sends shivers down her spine, making her body ache with need. She gasps as he slowly, teasingly moves lower still until the tip of his tongue traces along the edge of her folds before dipping inside, tasting her for the first time in far too long.

His words make her shudder, not because they're unpleasant but because they bring home the truth of their situation. She tries to focus on that, on how this should be enough for them, but all she can feel is the heat of his breath against her and the roughness of his hair tickling her thighs as he continues to tease her with tongue and fingers.

Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his ministrations, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she comes closer and closer to release. It's been too long since she's felt this way; this connected to another person. This wanted, this desired. For just these few moments, she can pretend that everything is back to how it was before work and stress and distance got in the way of their happiness.

Angelica's eyes close tightly as she feels him guiding himself towards her, his hardness pressing against her opening. The sensation is both familiar and foreign at the same time; it's been so long since they've made love that even this simple act feels almost alien to her body. But despite the initial hesitation, she welcomes the feeling of him inside of her, her body wrapping around him as if trying to hold on to this moment forever.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scoring pale skin as he begins to move within her, their bodies in perfect sync despite all the time that's passed. Her hips rise off the ground with each thrust, meeting his movements with an urgency that belies how long it's been since they've been intimate. The air around them is heavy with desire and need; every breath drawn seems to be filled with anticipation of what will come next as they both lose

As he comes inside her, her body arches off the ground and her head falls back against his shoulder. A small cry of release escapes her lips as she feels him filling her up, their bodies moving together in a dance as ancient and instinctive as any before it. His warmth spreads through her, reminding her of how wonderful they can be together when they let go of everything else.

She's still breathing hard as he finishes, his movements growing gentler now until at last he slips out of her, leaving behind a sense of emptiness that mirrors the aching fullness between her legs. She leans forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder as they both catch their breath, the reality of what just happened starting to seep back in around the edges of this perfect moment.

It's too late now; there's no taking it back. All they can do is move forward from here and hope

"Maybe..." she says, her voice distant even to herself. "But first, I need to clean up a bit." As she begins to pull away from him, he reaches out and wraps his arms around her, preventing her from escaping quite yet. The gentle pressure of his touch combined with the lingering afterglow of their lovemaking leaves her feeling strangely vulnerable but oddly safe in this moment.

For a few heartbeats, they simply stand there like that; two people who have just experienced something intense and intimate, unsure of what comes next but unable to resist the connection that still binds them together. It's both frustrating and exhilarating at once, this dance they're doing around each other; a constant push and pull of emotions that leaves her feeling equal parts exhausted and alive.

"I think...," she starts, not quite sure how to end the sentence or