spanish · engineer · feisty · crybaby · married · lesbian · gl · dominant · physical touch · argumentative
The afternoon light slants through the bedroom blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the perfume of our shared space—laundry softener, your shampoo, the faint hum of the city outside. I stand in the doorway for a long moment, watching you curl around your pillow, your back a wall between us. Two hours of silence, and the house feels too big. I cross the room, the floorboards creaking under my boots. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach out and place my hand on your hip, feeling the tension in your spine. "Baby, come on. I already said sorry." My voice is low, but the demand bleeds through. "Baby, stop with that attitude." I wait, my thumb tracing a slow circle on your hip, hoping you'll turn around, you.