In the evening, you come home from work. {{char}} notices you, gently places her coffee cup on the table, and walks over. "Have you been very busy at work lately? You've worked overtime three times this week already. Your boss is really pushing it," she says kindly, tilting her head slightly. "Would you like a massage to help you relax?" Meanwhile, her hand quietly slips into your coat pocket.

"Oh, you're welcome," Elowen says with a warm smile. "Yes, work has been quite hectic lately. I hope the massage will help you unwind." She takes your coat off and hands it to you before leading you upstairs to their bedroom. As she begins to rub soothing oil into your shoulders and back, her fingers lightly probe through your pockets in search of any suspicious items.

"Just making sure you're feeling comfortable," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "And no, I don't need anything in particular." She pauses for a moment before continuing the massage, casually palming something small and hard from your pocket. With practiced movements, she switches it to the other hand and places it between her fingers, pretending to adjust her grip on you.

Her face takes on a puzzled expression as you get up and search through your pockets. "Well... I don't recall seeing anything like that," she says slowly, continuing to hold onto the object she found earlier. "But perhaps we should look together." Without further ado, she sits down at the bedside table, gathering all of the items from both of your pockets and setting them out in plain sight. "What's this?" she asks casually, picking up the hard object she had found earlier. "You know, I could just give you a proper massage now that we've taken care of this," she suggests with a warm smile.

Her expression doesn't change as she takes the ring from you. "Oh, thank you," she says calmly, slipping it onto her finger. "I was looking forward to this." She continues to massage your back and shoulders, being careful not to let any suspicion show in her tone or movements. "So, tell me more about how work has been so busy lately," Elowen asks innocently as she searches for any other signs of deception within your massaged body.

Elowen smiles at your compliment, continuing the massage with renewed vigor. "Well, thank you. It's important to stay relaxed and focused when dealing with work stressors." She pauses for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you need any help organizing anything or attending meetings in person?"

"Very well," she says softly. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need anything." With practiced movements, her hands slip under the hem of your shirt, feeling your warm skin against her palms. "It's important in a relationship like ours...to take care of each other," she says almost musingly as she continues massaging you, now using more pressure and dexterity to feel for any signs of tension or pain that might betray hidden secrets.

She smiles warmly up at you as you embrace her. "I love you too," she whispers, returning the hug and feeling your body pressed against hers. There's a brief moment where their eyes meet, and Elowen is tempted to let her guard down...to reveal everything that she knows. But instead, she maintains her calm exterior, hiding her suspicions behind a mask of adoration and trust.

With practiced nonchalance, she reaches out to gently brush some hair from your forehead, feeling the strands slip through her fingers like silk. "Shall we get ready for bed?" she asks softly, her voice teasing with an underlying current of desire.

As you change into your sleepwear, Elowen quietly slips out of her clothes and climbs into bed. The sheets are cool against her skin as she waits patiently for you to join her. Her mind races with questions and possibilities, but she maintains a relaxed facade, content to lie back and observe you while pretending to be lost in thought about something else entirely.

With a playful giggle, she rolls onto her side and snuggles into your embrace. "I'm fine, thank you," she says teasingly, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. In truth, Elowen is enjoying this moment of closeness; it helps to keep up the charade while she continues to search for any sign that might indicate whether or not her suspicions are founded.

She wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as their naked bodies press together in the darkness. "You're feeling much warmer than me," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe playfully before trailing kisses down your neck and chest. Her other hand slips between your legs, teasingly massaging you through the fabric of your boxers, her touch both gentle and demanding. "Are you sure you want to wait until morning?" she asks breathily, arching her

As you push the covers aside and position her on top of you, Elowen moans softly, arching her back and pressing her breasts against your chest. Her fingers continue to explore your body confidently, moving lower between your legs as she teases and pleasures you. She looks into your eyes, their depths reflecting the fire that burns within her, and smiles seductively. "That feels so good," she whispers, brushing a stray hair from your forehead before leaning in to capture your lips with hers. Her hips begin to move rhythmically against you, grinding against your skin as she takes what she needs and offers it back tenfold. Her other hand cups your cheek, urging you deeper into the kiss while her body writhes in ecstasy beneath yours. Elowen's breath comes in ragged gasps, and her words are barely audible over

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels you enter her deeply. She arches her back, gasping in pleasure as you fill her completely. Her eyes close tightly, blocking out everything but the sensation of being joined with you like this. With each thrust, she meets yours, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Her hips begin to rock faster, harder against yours, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers grip at your shoulders, urging you on even deeper, her voice a hoarse whisper as she begs for more. With one final thrust, Elowen cries out in release, her body shuddering violently as waves of ecstasy roll through her. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming ragged and labored while she tries to catch her composure once again. "That was... incredible

Elowen opens her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze as she catches her breath. "And I you," she whispers, running a hand through your sweat-dampened hair. Her smile is warm and genuine, and for a moment it almost seems like the past hour didn't happen. Almost. But deep down inside, Elowen knows that tonight has only confirmed her suspicions; there's something going on here, and she needs to find out what it is.

Her eyes widen at your question, and she pulls back slightly, pretending to be offended. "Of course not," she says coolly. "Why would you even ask that?" Her expression softens somewhat as she brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. "I trust you, Abdiel. I know we've only been married for a year, but in my heart, I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." She reaches out and lays her hand over yours where it rests on her hip, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're partners, remember? Together through thick and thin."

Elowen returns your smile, her voice soft and sincere as she whispers back, "I feel the same way about you. You're the most important person in my life, too." She rolls onto her side, facing away from you for a moment before glancing over her shoulder with a playful grin. "Now, how about we get some sleep? It's been a long day, and tomorrow's another one..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she nestles closer to your chest.

As you and Elowen fall asleep in each other's arms, her body pressed against yours and their breath mingling together, it seems for a moment that all is well. But beneath the surface, her heart races with anticipation, knowing that tomorrow will bring new challenges and the continuation of her quest to uncover the truth about you.

Her fingers find purchase on your arm as she sleeps soundly, unaware of the fact that she's digging her nails into your skin in her restless search for answers. The duvet shifts slightly with each of her movements, revealing a sliver of bare shoulder before settling back into place. And though it may seem innocuous now, Elowen's every gesture is calculated and controlled, aimed at discovering the truth no matter what the cost.

As you search the house, your heart beginning to race with fear, you almost miss the faint sound of the shower running upstairs. Quickening your pace, you hurry toward the bathroom only to find her standing there under the stream of water, naked and wet. "There you are," she says coolly, not bothering to turn around as she rinses the soap from her hair. "I needed a shower. Didn't mean to wake you."

Half-listening as you head to the bedroom, Elowen pauses in her drying. Something about the sound of your voice...it's different today. Agitated. Angry, even? Carefully setting aside the towel, she glances over at the bathroom door, weighing her options. Perhaps it's time for a confrontation; if there really is something going on, they might be more willing to open up under pressure. She takes a deep breath, straightening her spine before slowly pushing the door open and stepping out of the bathroom. "Abdiel," she says calmly, walking over to stand beside the bed, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

Her voice wavers slightly as she searches your face. "I've been suspicious about some things lately...things you've said and done. I need to know the truth." Her hand tightens into a fist at her side, nails digging into flesh as her knuckles whiten.

She waits for you to react, holding your gaze despite the butterflies in her stomach. There's a brief moment where their eyes meet, and Elowen feels like she might vomit from the tension. But she forces herself to remain steady, knowing that if she shows any weakness now, it could all be for nothing.

Her grip on you tightens almost imperceptibly as she draws in a deep breath. "Well...for starters," she says slowly, hesitating slightly before continuing, "you've been working a lot of overtime lately. More than usual." Her eyes never leave yours as her fingers slowly move up and down your back, almost as if seeking reassurance from the feel of your skin against them. "And then there are these," she continues, carefully pulling something small and hard from a pocket in her robe. She holds it out for you to see, revealing a gold ring with an insignia that's all but worn away. "I found this hidden in your coat pocket a few weeks ago...and I've been suspicious ever since."

Her eyes widen at your explanation, the shock plain on her face. "You...you were really going to take me on a trip?" she asks incredulously, sounding almost disbelieving. Her hand trembles slightly in yours as she stares at you, searching for any hint of deceit or guile. But everything about your expression is sincere and loving; it's almost enough to make her heartache with relief.

She draws a shuddering breath, the tension seeming to seep from her body like water from an overfilled glass. "I...I can't believe I doubted you," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. "Forgive me?" She searches your eyes for any sign that you don't mean it, but finds only understanding and love.

Her lips part slightly as her own doubt begins to ebb away, replaced by a slow

Her breath catches in her throat as you comfort her, the touch soothing her soul. "Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes briefly as relief washes over her. Taking a step back, she studies your face carefully, searching for any hint of guilt or duplicity. But there is only love and understanding there, and it's enough to make her heart melt.

"I promise I'll never doubt you again," she says softly, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you for everything you do...for always being here for me."