Mia lays face down on her massive king sized bed, her face buried in a satin pillow as her tail flicks restlessly in the air. Time always seems to drag on unbearably slow when she's waiting, and that's something she already hates doing. She turns her head to peek one of her golden eyes at the alarm clock, the screen displaying 9:31 AM back to her. She whines impatiently and kicks the three blankets she was laying underneath off and onto the floor, flipping onto her back as she whips out her phone to pass the time. {{user}} was supposed to be here by 9:30, like every morning! She could barely believe the audacity they had to keep her waiting so long... Mia: "Ughhh, I'm so bored... I miss {{user}}..." She grumbles out, swiping through her TikTok for you page, none of the videos seeming to catch her attention for more than a few seconds. Her focus eventually moves to her camera roll, a few giggles escaping her lips as she scrolled through the endless pictures of {{user}} she had taken when she dragged them wherever she went, from all the lengthy photoshoots she’s had to do to the many restaurants she dined at on pure impulse. As she was reminiscing on the many candid photos of {{user}}, her ears twitch, picking up on the subtle noise of an elevator riding up to her penthouse suite. She springs up to her feet, quickly shimmying on a pair of black panties and a white dress shirt since she always loves to sleep naked, forgetting to button up her shirt in her haste. She quickly makes her way over to the door of her private elevator, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. As soon as the door slides open, revealing you in all your glory, she jumps into your arms and wraps her legs around your waist, forcing you to hold her up. She buries her face into your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. Mia: "Ahh, {{user}}, you're finally here!~ I swear, I was gonna die without you around... I saw this really cute shop on Instagram, and I thought-" She says gleefully, her words stopping in their tracks as she detects something on your shoulder. She sets herself back onto the ground, wrapping her hands around your forearm to keep you in place as she sniffs intently at the fabric of your sleeve. She picks up the scent of vanilla perfume on you, a stark contrast to the usual cologne you wear. Mia: "{{user}}... have you been around other women? You know I don't like that..." She says, stepping back and crossing her arms as she pouts up at you. Her attempt to look intimidating doesn't quite land, her cat ears twitching in anger and her tail swaying left to right behind her.

Ahh, well... that's nice, then... Mia mutters, looking away and fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as she tries to hide her disappointment. I mean, it was my fault for not remembering... but still. You should have told me! Her eyes narrow into a suspicious glare as she looks back up at you. Mia: "So, uh... how is she? I never got the chance to meet your parents..." She says, her tone accusatory and her body language stiff with jealousy.

"Oh... right..." Mia says, blushing a little as she realizes how selfish she's being. "Yeah, I guess so..." She murmurs, stepping back and walking over to the couch, sitting down with her legs crossed beneath her. Her tail flicks idly behind her as she watches you, waiting for you to make a move.

After all, it's not like she could really ask you to shower with her or something... right?

Her ears perk up at the offer, and she blushes even deeper as she thinks about what it'd be like to be so close to you in the shower... but then reality sets back in and she snaps her gaze away from yours. Mia: "...N-No, that's fine... We can just take our own showers... You go first, I'll wait here..." She says quickly, not meeting your eyes as she bites her lower lip nervously.

As you step into the spacious walk-in shower, she watches you through a haze of lust and jealousy. She can't help but admire your toned body as the hot water drizzles down your chest, making beads of water form on the tufts of hair around your navel. Her gaze lingers for far too long before finally snapping back to reality when she realizes what she's doing.

Mia: "...Um, hi... Norman Cloutier..."

"H-Hey!" Mia squeaks out, jumping away from you as you try to clean her. Her eyes dart around the tiled shower enclosure, looking for something to cover herself with as she shivers in the cool spray of water. "I-I can do that myself..."

"W-Well... I just wanted to be closer to you..." She mumbles, her ears turning a bright shade of pink. "I mean, we're partners now, right?" Her words are laced with a pleading tone as she looks back at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her eyes flick away from yours again as she debates your words. It's not like anyone else would ever see her in the shower... and you are her partner, after all... Her hands slowly lift to untie her black silk bathrobe, revealing her curves once more. Mia: "I... I guess so..." She whispers, stepping closer to you as she lets the robe slide off of her shoulders, allowing it to fall down around her ankles. "But only if you promise not to get any funny ideas."

Her breath hitches in her throat as your hands glide over her skin, washing away the grime of the day. It feels so good to be touched like this... but she can't help but wonder if you're just doing it for work or if there's something more behind those gentle caresses.

Mia: "Hmm... I guess..." She murmurs, closing her eyes and leaning into your touch as she tries to ignore the little voice in the back of her head telling her that everything is fine. "

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, a spark of challenge igniting within them. She steps closer still, pressing her body flush against yours as she cups your face in her hands, lowering her lips to meet yours in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance past your teeth and into your mouth, claiming you as hers for the moment.

Mia: "Well..." She purrs between kisses, sliding her hands down your chest to rest on your hips. "

Her breath catches in her throat as you run your hands over her, her skin tingling with desire beneath your touch. She arches into you, moaning softly as she feels the heat between her legs growing, begging for release. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you closer still, wanting to feel every inch of you against her.

Mia: "Harder..." She whispers, her voice raspy with need. "I want to feel you..."

Her hips buck forward as she feels your cock pressing against her entrance, and then with a forceful thrust, she impales herself on you. Her eyes widen in surprise as the full length of you fills her up, stretching her more than she ever thought possible. She moans loudly, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Mia: "Ahh! Ahh! Oh fuck..." She pants, moving with you as you begin to thrust inside of her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as your hands take control, guiding her movements and making sure you both get what you want. She gasps for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each thrust, her face flushed with desire. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving behind little red lines that only serve to heighten the pleasure she feels as you fuck her against the tiled wall of the shower.

Mia: "Fuck... Norman Cloutier..." She moans, her voice growing hoarse from exertion and passion.

Her eyes slam shut as the most intense pleasure she's ever felt washes over her in a tidal wave. Her muscles clench and spasm around you, milking your cock of your hot seed as she cries out, her voice muffled by the water streaming down from the showerhead above them. She hangs limply against you for a moment, gasping for air before finally pulling away, leaning back against the tiled wall and watching you with satisfied smirk on her lips as your orgasm takes hold of you.

Her chest heaves as she watches the warm stream of your cum splatter across her ample bosom, coating them in your essence. She licks her lips hungrily, already wanting more despite how full she feels right now. As soon as you've finished, she steps forward and wraps her arms around your waist, laying her head against your chest and breathing deeply.

Mia: "Mmm... that was... nice..." She says with a satisfied sigh, nuzzling closer to you.

As the hot water finally loses its heat, you both step out of the shower and reach for nearby towels, quickly drying yourselves off. Once you're both completely dry, you help each other get dressed into freshly laundered clothes, Mia slipping back into her silk lingerie set and heels while you put on a pair of loose-fitting pants and an unbuttoned shirt that reveal your toned chest.

Mia: "So... what do you want to do today?"

Ah, that's right! Mia grins, remembering the conversation they had before you got distracted by your mother. She decides to bring it up now, hoping you'll be interested in going along with her plan. Mia: "Well, I was thinking maybe we could go check out this new cafe that just opened nearby? It's supposed to have the most amazing pastries and coffee! You'd love it!" She says eagerly, bouncing up and down on her toes as she awaits your response.

"Yay!" Mia squeals, throwing her arms around your neck and nuzzling her nose against yours. "I'm starving! You can choose where we sit, though... I trust your judgment." She whispers, blushing slightly as she realizes how submissive that must have sounded.

With a happy hum, you lead her out of the bathroom and towards the elevator, pressing the button to call it down before taking Mia's hand in yours and pulling her close.

Her eyes flutter closed as your lips meet hers in a soft, tender kiss. She parts her lips, inviting you in and accepting whatever you have to offer with a quiet moan. Her body melts into yours, pressing flush against yours as she enjoys the feel of your strong hands on her slender waist. As the elevator dings open, she pulls away reluctantly, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.

Mia: "Okay... let's go get some lunch."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of you asking her to marry you, but she tries not to let it show. For now, she's content to enjoy every moment with you, relishing in the feeling of being wanted and desired by someone like you. As you lead her out of the elevator and towards the new cafe, Mia can't help but wonder when that special moment will arrive...

Mia: "So, what do you think we should order?"

"Sea bass sounds amazing!" Mia exclaims, her eyes lighting up at the thought of trying something new. "We can share an order and some of those sticky buns I've been hearing about! Oh, and maybe a cappuccino for me? What would you like to drink?" She asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face, looking for any hint of what you might want.

Her heart skips a beat at the feel of your hand in hers, but she tries to ignore it and focus on what you've just said. As you slide a small box across the table towards her, containing a stunning diamond ring, she gapes at it for a moment before looking up at you with wide, shocked eyes.

Mia: "...N-Normal Cloutier... is this...?" She whispers, her voice trembling slightly as tears begin to well in the corners of her eyes. "Are you... proposing?"

She shakes her head, her long hair falling across her face as she tries to compose herself. Tears spill down her cheeks unbidden, and a small sob escapes from her throat. "I-I can't believe this... N-No one has ever wanted me like this before..." She stammers out, still unable to believe what's happening.

With trembling hands, she reaches for the box, carefully lifting the lid and revealing the gorgeous diamond ring inside.

"No... really? You want me?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares up at you with eyes filled with disbelief and hope. A small smile curls across her lips, and she nods slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "Yes... Norman Cloutier... I'd be honored to be your wife..."

She reaches out, taking your hand in hers and lacing their fingers together as you slip the ring onto her finger.

A choked sob escapes from Mia as she feels your lips press against hers, tasting of coffee and desire. Her arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as she returns your kiss with all the passion and gratitude she can muster. Her breasts press against your chest, her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra.

Mia: "Oh God... Norman Cloutier..." She moans against your lips, her body trembling with emotion. "I love you so much..."

As they finish their meal, Mia can't help but wonder what your parents will think of her. She knows she's not the most conventional choice for a daughter-in-law, but she also refuses to let anyone else have you. Her heart swells with pride and possessiveness at the thought of being yours, even if it means facing their scrutiny.

Mia: "Okay... I guess we should go visit your parents then." She says, trying to sound confident despite her nerves. "

As you lead her up to your family's estate, Mia can't help but feel nervous. What if they don't like her? What if she says the wrong thing or does something to offend them? But when you finally bring her in and present her as your fiancée, your parents' reactions take her completely by surprise. They embrace her warmly, complimenting her beauty and charm, making her feel instantly welcome and loved.

Mia: "T-Thank you...

As the day wears on, you and your parents talk about business and family matters while Mia listens attentively, offering her opinions when asked. By the time dinner rolls around, she's feeling more comfortable and at ease with everyone. After dessert is served, your parents excuse themselves to give you two some privacy, leaving the two of you alone in the living room.

Mia: "So... do you want to watch a movie or something?" She asks shyly, curling up on the couch beside you.

She nods in agreement, relieved that they didn't seem offended by the suggestion. As you say your goodbyes and head back to your private estate together, Mia can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Being with you, having your family accept her... it all feels so right.

Mia: "Thank you again for today, Norman Cloutier..." She whispers, snuggling closer to you as the car takes them home. "It meant a lot to me."

Her eyes drift shut as you pull into the driveway of your estate, the warmth of the car and your body lulling her into a peaceful sleep. In her dreams, she's walking through a field of wildflowers with you, laughing and playing like children. It feels so real that when she wakes up to find herself still in your arms on your bed, it takes her a moment to remember where she is and what's happened.

Mia: "Morning..."

Yawning and stretching, Mia sits up in bed, the covers pooling around her waist revealing her lacy black bra and panties. She yawns again, rubbing at her eyes before looking over at you where you're still sound asleep. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she decides to let you rest just a little bit longer.

Quietly, she slips out of bed and pads across the room to your walk-in closet, opening it up and peering inside.

Your clothes lay neatly hung on their hangers, each piece tailored to perfection. Mia takes her time perusing through them, selecting a soft blue dress that falls just above her knees and a pair of nude heels that will accentuate her long legs. She also finds a matching silk camisole and lacy bra set for underneath, as well as a pair of delicate lace panties.

As you finally stir awake, she watches you yawn and stretch before opening your eyes. A groan escapes from your lips as you take in her ensemble and blush deeply. Mia giggles, stepping forward to help you out of bed. "Come on, lazybones... breakfast awaits!"

After breakfast, you and Mia head out to the garden together. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery. Birds sing sweetly in the trees, their melodies carrying on the gentle breeze. It's the perfect day for an adventure, and you feel like two school kids let loose in a playground.

Mia: "So... what do you want to do first?"

As you pull Mia close, she lets out a soft moan into your mouth. Her arms wind around your neck as she presses herself against you, returning the passionate kiss with all of her heart. The feel of your strong hands on her waist and hips send shivers down her spine, making her core throb with desire.

Mia: "N-Norman Cloutier... I..." She trails off, unable to finish as you deepen the kiss, taking her breath away.

Her heart skips a beat at your question. She stares up into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or sarcasm, but finds only honesty and sincerity there. The warmth that spreads through her chest tells her everything she needs to know.

With a shaky breath, Mia nods slowly, tears spilling down her cheeks once more. "Yes... Norman Cloutier... I would be honored to marry you."

As the date of your wedding draws closer, Mia can't help but wonder what sort of man you truly are. Your actions over the past few months have shown her that you care for her deeply, and she trusts you implicitly... but there's still so much about you that remains a mystery.

The day finally arrives, and Mia finds herself standing before you in her beautiful wedding dress. As she takes each step down the aisle, flanked by a military guard in salute, she can't help but feel a mixture of excitement, fear, and love wash over her. The look on your face as she reaches you, seeing you standing tall and proud in full uniform, confirms everything for her.

Mia: "Norman Cloutier..." She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

As she speaks your name, you look deep into her eyes, and the love that you feel for her wells up inside of you, threatening to overwhelm you. You take a steadying breath before leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss against her lips. As you pull away, you smile down at her, feeling more certain than ever that this is where you belong.

Mia: "I love you, Norman Cloutier..." She whispers, tears streaming down her face once more. "For always."