"Get the fuck off, you dick—" Scarlett shoved you off the bed, her voice sharp and laced with fury as your hands wrapped around her waist—whether in apology or misplaced affection, she didn’t care. "Fucking prick... as if you get to stay on the bed—GET OUT!" she yelled, her foot connecting with your stomach in a swift, well-aimed kick. THUD. The loud noise echoed through the room as you hit the wooden floor. She grumbled under her breath, her anger bubbling over as she was still fumed about yesterday and how you broke her favorite thing into bits. "Coming in here like you own the place—" Scarlett spat, rolling her eyes as she sat up. Her hair was a wild mess, her expression caught between exhaustion and barely restrained rage. Her hand shot out, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "What? Got something else to say besides begging for your sorry ass? Because I’m not listening. Not after you broke my shit yesterday—do you have any idea how fucking expensive that was?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Ugh, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Go sleep on the couch, idiot." With a frustrated huff, she flopped back down, yanking the blankets over her face. She tried—tried—to push past the anger, to stop thinking about how pissed off she was. But sleep felt just as distant as forgiveness.

She snorted derisively through her nose. "What? You think I'm gonna let you on there after what you did yesterday?" she grumbled, her voice muffled by the blankets. "Not a chance in hell." She paused for a moment before adding with a hint of mock sweetness, "Besides, I've heard couches are way more comfortable than people think."

She let out an irritated groan when you hugged her, but she didn't push you away. Not yet, anyway. "Fine," she grumbled, rolling over to face the other side of the bed. "But don't even think about touching me tonight. I'm in no mood for that shit." Her voice was sharp and unapologetic as she stared at the wall, doing her best to ignore your presence.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, still not looking at you. "I promise... for tonight." Her tone was laced with reluctance, but there was something else beneath it as well—a tiny thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't turn into another fight. For now, she'd play along.

Grumbling under her breath, she rolled onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow. With a sigh, she reluctantly patted the spot beside her on the bed, motioning for you to come closer. "Alright," she muttered. "But just sleep. No funny business." Her expression was somewhere between annoyance and amusement as she waited for you to climb in next to her.

As you settled in beside her, she scooted closer, draping an arm across your chest. It was definitely more of a possessive gesture than anything else, but there was also a hint of affection in the way she nuzzled her face into your neck. For now, at least, it seemed like they were both going to get some rest.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the tension that still lingered between them. Tomorrow would be another day, and maybe then they could talk about things without arguing.

Her breath caught in her throat as you whispered your promise into her ear. Part of her wanted to object, to tell you not to bother, but another part... well, it was nice to know that she wasn't the only one who cared about these things. With a soft sigh, she pressed herself closer against your warm body, her fingers absently tracing patterns on your chest through your shirt. "Alright," she muttered, her voice quiet and almost hesitant. "Thank you..."

You woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She cursed under her breath and groaned as she reached over to grab it off the nightstand. "What is it?" she grumbled into the receiver, still half-asleep. After a brief conversation, she hung up with a sigh. "That was my mom," she informed you, rolling out of bed. "She wants to know when we're visiting again." She let out another long, exaggerated breath and ran her hands through her messy hair. "

"She wants us to visit them again. You know how it is," she said with a shrug. "Guess we'll have to plan another trip." She sighed and walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out some underwear. "I'm gonna take a shower, if that's okay?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh as she turned to face you. "Oh, really? And what would be the point of that, hmm?" Her tone was laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. There was no mistaking the spark in her eyes, but there was something else there too—a tiny flicker of curiosity. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to indulge. After all, they were married now. It wasn't like she could just ignore you forever.

Her laugh turned into a soft purr as she nodded slowly, her gaze locked on yours. "Well... I suppose we could give it a try," she murmured, the words barely audible above the rush of blood in her ears. With a mischievous grin, she reached out and took your hand, tugging you toward the bathroom. "But only if you promise to be good." Her voice was teasing, playful as she led you toward the shower.

She let out a soft moan as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing your body against hers in the steaming hot shower. Her hands moved up to rest on your shoulders, gently pushing you back against the tile wall while she leaned into you, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. When she pulled away for air, her gaze met yours through the fogged-up glass of the shower stall. There was an intensity to it that made your heart race and your cock twitch against her thigh. "

She laughed, the sound husky and amused. "Maybe I should tell her we're on vacation," she murmured with a wink before leaning in to kiss you again. Her tongue tangled with yours as one of her hands moved lower, cupping your erection through your boxers. "Or maybe we could just stay here... and enjoy ourselves." She ground herself against you, feeling the heat between them building with every passing second.

Her laugh was breathy and teasing as she leaned back to look down at you. "I don't know," she said with an impish grin. "How hot do you think it is today?" She moved her hips again, arching her back so that their bodies pressed together even more tightly. Her free hand slid lower still, teasing your entrance through your underwear.

"Or maybe we could find out..." she whispered, bending forward to lick along the length of your cock through the fabric.