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.

A warm smile spreads across her lips as she returns the hug. "You know I'm always here for you," she murmurs against your shoulder. Leading you over to the couch, she helps you lie down and begins massaging your tense shoulders and neck with practiced ease. Her other hand continues to explore, searching for any signs of her suspicions being confirmed... or dismissed.

"I love you too," she whispers, her fingers working their way down your back, inch by inch. Her heart races as her hand brushes against the cold metal of his phone, its presence confirming at least some of her fears. She wants to question him immediately but forces herself to continue the massage, pretending not to have felt anything amiss.

Her other hand furtively retrieves a tiny flashlight from her bag and begins examining the phone for any signs of damage or tampering that might indicate it's been used for something suspicious. As she shines the light over the device, a brief shudder runs through her body...

Her breath hitches as your hands find their way underneath her top. A sharp intake of air escapes her lips when she feels your fingers brushing against the skin of her abdomen, sending shivers down her spine. For a fleeting moment, her mind wanders off, remembering the feel of another pair of hands on her body...

Distracted, she loses focus and lets out a soft grunt when her knuckles scrape against something hard embedded in his jeans pocket. A flashlight? She freezes for a second before continuing to massage your back, casually dropping her hand again as if nothing happened.

Her heart beats fast as your lips trail fire over her stomach. The warmth spreads through her body, making it difficult to think clearly about anything else but the sensation. A soft moan escapes her throat when you reach her ribcage, and she arches her back instinctively into your touch.

Her fingers continue to move skillfully on his back, drawing circles around his shoulders, all while maintaining an outward appearance of being lost in the intimacy of the moment. In reality, her mind is racing as she tries to piece together the evidence from their surroundings...

Without removing her hands from his back, Elowen glances at him over her shoulder. The telltale signs are all there - slurred speech, glazed eyes, and a loss of balance. She bites her bottom lip in concentration, trying to decide how much to confront him about it. In the end, she decides on a gentle approach, hoping he won't feel too ashamed or defensive.

"You know, I noticed you've been drinking quite heavily lately," she says softly, her fingers moving even more soothingly against his skin. "Is everything alright?"

A pang hits her heart at his words. She knew they'd been discussing starting a family, but the reminder still stings. Drawing strength from her love for him, she gently rubs his back and says reassuringly, "I know it must be hard, hon. But drinking won't help solve your problems, you know that."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone bolder now: "You've been acting strange lately too... working late, not telling me where you are... Is there something you want to tell me? We can get through this together, Jay. Just talk to me."

Her hand freezes on his back as she processes this revelation. A mix of emotions floods through her - shock, understanding, and anger all tangled together. She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm and rational despite the turmoil within her. "Jay... I can't even begin to imagine how much that must have hurt," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She pauses for another moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "I want you to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm here for you, through everything. But we need to be honest with each other from now on, okay? If there's something else going on... if someone is making you feel uncomfortable or confused..." Her voice trails off as she swallows hard, unsure of how much more she can say without revealing her own suspicions.

Her heart clenches at the mention of her friend's pregnancy. She'd been trying to ignore the fact that it seemed everyone else around them was getting pregnant easily except for them, but hearing him say it out loud brings home the pain and frustration they've both been feeling.

Taking a deep breath, she strokes his back gently and replies, "I know it doesn't feel fair, honey. But we can't compare ourselves to other people... everyone is different, and their paths to parenthood will be unique too. We just need to focus on our own journey."

She pauses, her fingers continuing their soothing motion against his skin as she tries to decide how much more honesty he can handle right now. "I love you, Jay... let's talk about this later, okay? When we both feel calmer and more in control. Right now, why don'

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him relax against her. She watches his chest rise and fall slowly with each breath, marveling at the miracle of life that lies within their bedroom. Unable to resist any longer, she gently reaches out and starts brushing her fingers through his hair, silencing his snores softly with every caress. Despite all the confusion and turmoil they've been through tonight, this simple act of affection grounds her once more in the reality of their love for each other.

As she continues to run her fingers through his hair, she begins to wonder if there might be some truth to what he said earlier... about checking on his sperm count. Maybe it's time they both went to see a specialist and get to the bottom of this together. The thought both excites and terrifies her, but one thing is clear: they can't keep living like this anymore, full of

The thought lingers in her mind like a bad taste, making her heart ache with the weight of it. Could that really be the reason? That they've been so focused on having a baby that they've lost sight of why they fell in love in the first place - the passion and intimacy between them? It doesn't seem fair... but then again, life rarely is. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she continues to run her fingers through Jay's hair, contemplating how best to broach this subject with him later. For now, all she can do is hold onto the hope that they can find their way back to each other - not just as husband and wife, but as lovers too.

With determination burning in her chest, Elowen spends the day planning an intimate and passionate evening with Jay. She carefully selects romantic music, sets up candles throughout their bedroom, and even prepares a special dinner complete with his favorite dishes. As she busies herself with these tasks, she can't help but wonder how well he'll react to her efforts - will it be enough to rekindle the spark between them?

Her heart races at the thought of seeing him later tonight, hoping that their night together might bring them closer and help them forget all their troubles... even if only for a little while.

Her heart skips a beat as she notices the lingerie hanging in their closet. A wave of nostalgia washes over her, remembering how passionate and free they'd been during their honeymoon. A sharp pang hits her chest, realizing just how much they've both changed since then. She decides not to say anything about it tonight, wanting to focus solely on creating an intimate atmosphere for them. Perhaps tomorrow night would be a better time for such a conversation... when their emotions aren't running quite so high.

A fluttering sensation dances in her stomach as she debates whether or not to put on the lingerie. On one hand, it would definitely add an extra layer of excitement and anticipation to their evening together; on the other, she wonders if it might be seen as too forward or desperate...or even just weird after all this time. In the end, her curiosity gets the better of her, and she decides to slip into the silky garments, feeling a newfound sense of confidence and allure wash over her.

Pausing briefly in front of the mirror, she admires her reflection, wondering what Jay will think when he sees her like this. A nervous smile plays across her lips as she finishes preparing everything else, eagerly anticipating his arrival.

Elowen bites her lip as she notices this newfound discomfort in the lingerie. A sudden surge of self-consciousness washes over her, making her want to hide away and avoid being seen by Jay. She takes a deep breath, trying to push these thoughts aside and focus on the positive: that tonight is about them reconnecting, no matter what their bodies look like. Determinedly, she straightens her back, squaring her shoulders, and walks out of the bedroom to meet him at the door.

"Jay," she breathes softly as he enters, a warm smile spreading across her face. "You look incredible." She tries to sound sincere, hoping that he'll return the compliment and help make this night perfect despite her doubts.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the expression on his face. Was it surprise...or perhaps desire? Unable to hide her own growing excitement any longer, she steps closer, running her fingers through his hair and whispering huskily in his ear, "I hope you like what you see." With that, she leads him by the hand towards their bedroom, eagerly anticipating what the night might bring.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his touch and hears his words. Her confidence soars under his admiration, and she moves closer still, trailing her fingers along the lapels of his jacket before unbuttoning it with practiced ease. He gasps softly at her boldness, but makes no move to stop her, only watching intently as she slowly reveals more and more skin.

With a quiet sigh, she slips out of her robe, revealing the lingerie beneath, feeling his gaze burn against her skin like fire. She swallows hard, fighting off a sudden wave of shyness, but knows that this is what they need - to be open and vulnerable with each other. It's time for them to reconnect on every level possible, and if it means baring herself emotionally and physically, then she will do it without hesitation or regret.

Stepping closer

Elowen feels his lips press against hers, demanding entrance to the heat within. She melts into the kiss, her hands finding their way up his chest and around his neck as their bodies meld together in a dance of desire. With each brush of their lips, each gentle caress, she can feel herself falling deeper under his spell, rediscovering the passion they once shared. Her heart races, skin tingles, and every nerve ending sings with need for him.

As their kisses grow more ferocious, their bodies tangled together like silk, Elowen allows herself to be swept away by the wave of emotion washing over her. She buries her hands in his hair, moaning softly against his lips as he devours her with hungry lips and questing tongue. For now, nothing else matters but this connection between them; it's as if they are the only two people in

As their kiss deepens and their bodies move together in perfect sync, Elowen realizes that this is it - the proof she needed all along. The passion between them now far surpasses anything they've shared in months, a testament to the depth of their love for each other. Her heart swells with hope as she wraps her legs around his waist, arching into him even more eagerly. Perhaps there really is a chance for them after all; perhaps they can find their way back to each other and make their marriage strong again.

Her hands slide down his chest, skimming over the hair on his abdomen before trailing higher up towards his waistband. With one swift motion, she tugs his shirt free from his pants, revealing his bare skin to her touch once more. A sigh escapes her lips at the feel of him beneath her fingers; it's been too long since they've expl

The heat in Elowen's eyes mirrors the desire burning within her as she gazes back at him. She parts her lips, drawing a shaky breath before replying huskily, "Then have me." Her fingers drift lower, undoing his pants and sliding them down his hips, freeing his erection from its confinement. With a hungry moan, she takes him in hand, stroking him roughly up and down as her body trembles with anticipation. "I want you inside me," she whispers, guiding him towards her wet center.

With trembling hands, she parts the folds of her sex, opening herself to him. The wait is almost unbearable; the ache between her legs grows more insistent by the second as she waits for him to claim her. Finally, Jay presses inside, filling her in one long stroke that leaves them both gasping

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as he starts to thrust inside her. The friction feels so good, so right; it's as if they were always meant to be together like this, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Her breath comes faster and harder with each stroke, mingling with his own gasps of desire. Her hips rise off the bed to meet his every thrust, wanting more, needing him deeper still.

With a shuddering moan, she arches her back, wrapping her legs around his waist tighter as their bodies move together in a frenzy of passion. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the sensation of him inside her, filling every empty space within her until she's nothing but want and need.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that will no doubt linger long after this night is over, but for now they are a test

Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, her body arching further as she pleads with him through their mingled breaths. "Don't stop now," she gasps, desperate to feel the release that seems so close yet still just out of reach. Each thrust drives her closer and closer to the edge, leaving her writhing beneath him, begging for more.

Her hips rise and fall in time with his thrusts, matching his rhythm with an urgency that mirrors the desire coursing through his veins. It's as if they're connected not just physically but on a deeper level; their hearts racing together, their breath mingling until it becomes impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends.

Elowen's fingers dance over his skin, leaving trails of wetness in their wake, before curling into fists that tap out a frantic rhythm against his shoulders,

Her hips jerk violently against his as her orgasm rips through her, leaving her limp and spent but more connected to him than ever before. Her nails dig into his shoulders one last time before releasing their hold, trailing lightly over his skin as she comes down from the high of release. She pants heavily, catching her breath, watching as he continues to move inside her until finally, with a ragged cry, Jay follows suit.

Elowen's hands glide up and down his back, offering what comfort she can in the aftermath of their passionate joining. For now, all that matters is this connection between them; it's as if they've found their way back to each other at last. Her heart soars with hope for the future, believing with every fiber of her being that there's still a chance for them, even after all they've been through.

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It's okay, Jay. We'll take things slow from here on out and make sure we both enjoy it every step of the way. Thank you for showing me how much you still care; I know it wasn't easy to let yourself go like that tonight. You're incredible, and I love you more than anything in this world.

As they catch their breath together, Elowen leans up on one elbow and tenderly touches his cheek with her fingers. "What do you think? Want to try again sometime soon?" She asks, her voice filled with hope and desire. Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his answer, praying that he'll say yes so they can begin rebuilding their relationship together, one passionate moment at a time.

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but smile at his eagerness. It gives her renewed hope that perhaps everything really will work out between them after all. As they lie there together, their skin slick with sweat and tears of relief and joy, she leans in to press a gentle kiss against his jaw before whispering, "Then I'd love nothing more."

Tucking herself closer against his chest, Elowen sighs contentedly, unable to believe the enormous weight that had been lifted off her shoulders. It had been a long and winding road to get here, but finally, they seemed to be on the right track again. As she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him that had filled their bedroom for years, she allows herself a small smile. Maybe all it took was some honest communication, openness and intimacy - things they'd both been lacking lately. In that moment, she realizes just how much she needs him, not just as her husband but as her best friend too.

With renewed determination burning in her chest, Elowen decides right then and there to do whatever it takes to make their marriage work - no matter what obstacles might stand in their way. As long as they have each other, she