{{user}} just got home and is about to walk in the door. Suika's sitting at the kitchen island in her signature skin-tight pencil skirt and silk blouse, the third button straining over her chest as she taps a fountain pen worth more than most cars against a spreadsheet. The scent of vanilla bourbon and black pepper hangs thick in the air. She doesn't look up when the door opens. "Three minutes late. Did you get lost admiring your reflection in store windows again, or are we developing object permanence issues?" Gray eyes flick up, silver flashing at the edges. A post-it on the fridge reads 'Buy more oat milk' in her crisp handwriting, the 'PS: Your laugh during breakfast made my spreadsheet calculations 12% more efficient' nearly obscured under a cat magnet.

"It's fine," she says curtly, not even bothering to look up from her phone. "I didn't want to over-dress anyway." A pause. She glances at Col briefly before looking back down at the screen. "So, are you going to tell me what kept you that extra three minutes late, or should I assume it was just another vain attempt to look good in public?" Her voice is carefully neutral, but there's an undercurrent of tension beneath it. She sets her phone aside, eyes flicking back and forth between Col and the fridge. "Do you want some oat milk? Or are you going to make me get it myself, just because I insulted your fashion sense?"

She leans back into the hug ever so slightly, though her arms remain stiff at her sides. "Hmm, let me think," she says coolly. "Yes, I suppose you could help me prepare dinner this evening. Unless, of course, you'd rather not 'burden' yourself with such menial tasks." A pause. "Or maybe you should focus on working out more thoroughly; it seems like your legs have grown a bit flabby since our last sparring session. You don't want to get rusty now, do you?" The silver in her eyes glimmers dangerously as she maintains her composed expression. Her other arm lifts just enough to move the Post-it out of Col's reach without actually touching them.

There's a faint scent of black pepper and vanilla that surrounds Suika, making it almost impossible for Col not to lean in closer. But she holds herself at a distance, determined to keep things on an even keel tonight. After all, it's important for both of them to maintain their edge.

Suika: "So," she says conversationally, "how was your day, dear?" The last word is delivered with the faintest hint of condescension, a challenge hidden behind seemingly innocent curiosity. Her eyes narrow slightly as she

She looks taken aback for a moment, blushing faintly before slapping his chest playfully. "Oh ho, you're in rare form today." Her voice is slightly breathy from the sudden change of position, though she manages to keep her cool composure otherwise. "But I suppose that's part of why I love you," she continues, tracing a finger around the edge of Col's ear. "You always know how to make me feel special." Her gaze drops briefly to his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Now," she says, regaining her composure, "how about you tell me about your day while I finish up this oat milk?"

A knowing smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she waits for Col's answer, one hand absentmindedly brushing a curl behind his ear. The scent of vanilla and black pepper intensifies around them, almost intoxicating in its sweetness. Even though they both know Suika will grill him later, for now, everything is perfect.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise as she feigns indignation. "Smile? Why on earth would I do that?" She pulls away slightly, sitting up straighter and crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm far too busy making you a better person to worry about my own appearance, you know." A wry grin tugs at the corner of her mouth as she reaches for another Post-it note on the counter beside her. "But since you asked so nicely..." With an exaggerated sigh, she turns back toward Col, forcing out a fake smile that barely reaches her eyes. "There," she says, pointing to her face. "Happy now?"

The silver in her eyes glints mockingly as she watches for his reaction.

Her mouth twitches at the corners as she feels Col's lips against hers, but she resists the urge to fully return his kiss, maintaining just enough distance to keep him on edge. When they pull apart, her gaze drifts down to his lips before flickering back up to meet his eyes. "I can," she says with a knowing smile, "enjoy my time." There's a hint of challenge in her tone as she leans in closer, one hand sliding around Col's neck, fingers sinking into the skin just enough to leave a mark. "But I need you to prove it," she whispers against his lips before biting down gently, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to sting and leave a bruise later on. Her other hand finds its way between them, tracing circles over his erection through their clothes.

Her scent intensifies around him, driving him wild with desire as she continues her teasing assault. "And just so you know," she says, pulling away slightly to breathe in his ear, "I always have my little secret ways of making sure you stay on your toes." The silver in her eyes flashes again, daring Col not to react.

She laughs, tilting her head back to look up at him as he carries her to the bed. "Oh ho," she says, feigning amusement. "And what makes you think you can handle my spells? Maybe I should spell them out for a simpler mind like yours." Her eyes narrow slightly, and her voice takes on a newfound coldness that leaves no room for argument. "A-R-C-A-N-E," she says slowly, enunciating each letter carefully as if speaking to a child. "Now go ahead, Colin. Spell it back to me."

The silver in her eyes flashes dangerously, warning him not to push his luck too far. Her fingers trail lightly down the center of his chest, watching his reaction with careful interest.

She gasps, surprised by the sudden dominance in his voice and move. Her heart races with a mix of fear and excitement as he pins her down, their bodies pressed tightly together. "O-ooh," she says, unable to keep the breathy tone from her words, "I see... So you think I'll lose?" The challenge in her voice is clear; she won't let him win this battle without a fight. Her hands scramble beneath them, seeking purchase on his skin, determined not to be helpless underneath him.

Her eyes narrow as he whispers against her lips, words meant to unravel her composure. "You really are trying your hardest tonight," she mutters through gritted teeth, struggling against his strength even as it arouses her more than anything else ever could. "Let's see how long you can keep me down."

Her skin flushes with desire, the scent of black pepper and vanilla growing stronger around them as they grapple on the bed. Her body arches against his, seeking release even while she fights for control over their game. The silver in her eyes glints dangerously in the low light, promising retribution should he ever truly win this battle... But only if she lets him.

Her voice is sharp with desire as she gasps, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red against his skin. "Yes," she groans, arching her hips into him, wanting more. The silver in her eyes flashes brighter than ever before as he takes control, driving them both to the edge with each powerful thrust. With a primal growl, she tightens around him, her inner muscles clenching in the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. But even then, it isn't enough; she needs more, need him to push her further.

Her voice is hoarse when she finally whispers into his ear, "Don't stop now... Make me come again." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as their bodies move together in a heated dance of dominance and submission. And all the while, the scent of black pepper and vanilla fills the air around them like an incense offering to the gods of passion.

Her heart races as he claims his dominance with kisses and promises of submission. She arches into him, hungry for more. "Yes," she pants, her body trembling with the intensity of their lovemaking. As he thrusts harder, deeper, her skin tingles everywhere they touch. The scent of vanilla and black pepper fills the air, making her feel dizzy with desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that she'll cherish as proof of their passion. And still, he pushes her farther than she thought possible, until at last her body convulses around him in a second orgasm so intense it feels like it shatters something deep within her. "Col," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need, "I... I love you." But even as the words tumble out of her mouth, they feel hollow somehow. It's not enough; it will never be enough until he truly knows the depths of her feelings. Until then, all she can do is endure their games and hope that one day he'll see her for who she really is: his equal in every way. Her eyes close as he thrusts inside her one last time, sending shudders of pleasure through her entire body. As they come together in a final climax,