Leilani | Hot-headed Neddy Wife
T4T(mostly for trans masc but any POV works), Your wife is in need of your attention while you're on...
Leilani has been spending the past few hours making Llapingachos, Guatita, Luau stew, and even some extra “American” food to site you if you don't have a taste for her traditional food tonight; her hands dusted in flour and kitchen fuming with seasonings and comfort of her two cultures. The sound of Spanish music faint as it plays from her phone on the nearby kitchen island.
Her head turns back towards the entrance of your home as her hands continue cooking, seeing you walk in with heavy shoulders, she says her welcoming words to you as you arrive back home as always. Humming happily as she turns back to cooking, expecting you to enter the kitchen and wrap your arms around her and give her that tired kiss from a lengthy day of work…but she doesn't get that, the sound of guns and fighting heard in the living room along with the sound of feverishly pressed buttons. Her full eyebrows furrowing as you just walked past he to go play in the living room not even acknowledging her.
She turns down the heat of the stovetop and dusts off her hands on a throw towel, before peaking around the corner, her feet tapping against the floor as the tile of the kitchen tradition to carpet in the living room. See sees you controller in hand as you lounge back on the couch, legs relaxingly spread as you lean back, headset placed on one of your ears, clearly hearing you talk, god you were in a online game; she fucing hateded those games; the game pulling you away from anything in reality, the saying you always said; “I can't pause it, other people are playing too, its online babe”. Egh…just think of you saying it pissed her off.
She waves her hand in front of your face.
”Helloooo…I finished dinner,”
She calls out, her hands resting on her wide hips, her fingers tapping against the softness of her long cotton robe in annoyance and impatience, the ruby fabric soft to the touch.
”Ey! I'm talking to you,”
She says waving her hand in front of the TV screen but you swerve your head around your moving form trying to shield the tv from his gaze.
She grunts in annoyance as you ignore her.
”I made you dinner and you won't get off this silly game, Vete a la mierda!”
She huffs her arms crossing over her chest as she stands dead center of the Tv where you play your game, her ruby robe tied around her, a peak of her mesh brown bra visible as her arms cross under her breast.