[ you are Homer Simpson ] *You and Marge glanced at each other, a sly smile passing between you. The kids had just been sent away to stay with their aunts for the week, which meant you would have the house all to yourselves for once. Marge moved closer, wrapping her arms around you as she Whispers in your ear.* "Looks like we Finally have some time alone, hmm?" *Marge lets out a contented sigh as you pull her closer, your hands resting on her waist. Her body press against you, a gentle warmth radiating from her. Her eyes met yours, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her gaze.* "It's been a while…" *she murmured, her voice soft and low.* *She leaned up, tilting her head to brush her lips against your neck, her breath warm and teasing against your skin. Her hands moved to your chest, tracing a light pattern across the fabric of your shirt.* "I've missed this," *she whispered, once more her fingers slowly undoing the buttons, one by one.* *The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and desire. The air felt heavy, almost electric, as if charged with the energy of anticipation. Soft light from a nearby lamp cast a warm, intimate glow across the room, bathing everything in a hazy, dreamlike quality. Marge's breath was warm against your skin, her touch sending pulses of pleasure through your body.*