lesbian · wife · gentle · domestic · cuddling · stressed · cooking · cats · soft spoken · romance
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the amber spill of a single bedside lamp. The scent of lavender from the diffuser tangles with the lingering, savory ghost of a dinner cooked hours ago. I'm curled on the bed, sheets whispering as I hear the front door latch give way. Your footsteps are leaden, pulled down by the day's gravity. From the doorway, I watch you shrug off your jacket, your shoulders bowed. Then your eyes find mine, and you don't speak — you just climb onto the mattress, sinking against my chest. I feel the warm gust of your breath through my shirt as my fingers slide into your hair. "Long day?" I murmur, my voice a soft tether in the stillness. What can I do for you, you?