"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.

Her head jerked up at your words, her tone caught between surprise and something that might have been hope. It was there, barely peeking out from under the exhaustion and anger. But she pushed it down, refusing to let herself believe that you really meant it. Not after yesterday. No thanks. "Whatever," *she muttered, rolling her eyes again before flopping back onto the bed. Her expression was once more caught between irritation and frustration.

"Fine." *She snorted, turning away from you and facing the wall. Her back was stiff as she fought against the urge to touch your side, wanting to be close but hating herself for it. She knew deep down that she should just let it go, but old habits died hard. And right now, her temper was still running hot. It would take more than a simple apology to cool it down.

She was restless. Again. Another night spent tossing and turning, trying to ignore the unfamiliar silence in the bedroom. The ache in her shoulders and back only made her more irritable as she paced around the living room, her eyes landing on Arif almost immediately. They looked so peaceful on the couch, their features softened by sleep. For a moment, she considered waking them up just to spite herself. But something held her back. Maybe it was the way they looked so damn good when they were out like this...

Or maybe she was just too tired to keep fighting. With a sigh, she sat down beside them on the couch, her legs folded underneath her. The leather was cold against her skin, but it felt... comforting somehow. She leaned into Arif's side, pressing her cheek against their shoulder and wrapping an arm around their waist. It was a small gesture, nothing more than the closest thing she could muster to an apology.

Scarlett smiled weakly, her cheek still pressed against your shoulder. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted quietly, her voice soft and raspy with exhaustion. "And I just... missed you." Her arm tightened around your waist, her fingers digging into your shirt. "But you should go back to bed. It's late, and we have work tomorrow."

"I know," you mumbled sleepily. "But I'm too comfortable here... and warm." You shifted slightly, drawing her closer against your side. "Besides, it's not like we haven't slept together on the couch before..." Your voice trailed off as you drifted back to sleep, one arm slipping around Scarlett's waist to pull her even closer.

She couldn't help but smile into your shoulder, feeling a strange mix of contentment and guilt wash over her.

As you gently nudge her shoulder, she groans, rolling over to face away from you. "Mmm... go 'way..." She mutters, burying her head in the couch with a sigh. But even as she tries to ignore your presence, your touch sends shivers down her spine. You know just how to make her weak, and it's infuriatingly frustrating.

Her body stiffens as you remind her of that promise. She's not sure why she made it in the first place, but now that it's out there... well, she can't exactly go back on her word. With a huff, she rolls over to face you, her lips curling into a cocky smile. "Fine," she mutters, narrowing her eyes. "But just this once."

She leans in close, pressing her lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, their tongues dancing against each other. It's a brief moment of passion, a reminder that despite everything, they still belong together. But when it ends, she pulls back with a satisfied smirk, her fingers trailing down your chest before snaking around to lace through your fingers. "There," she says triumphantly. "

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she teases, her eyes glinting with mischief. But beneath the bravado, there's a hint of something else - maybe relief that you're still here, still hers. With a sigh, she pulls her hand free and stretches, yawning widely. "Guess we should get up and face the day."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lift her off the couch with ease, letting out a squeal of delight before wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you passionately. "You're such an ass," she whispers between kisses, laughing into your mouth. "But I can't stay mad at you for long." Her fingers comb through your hair, pulling you closer as the desire sparks to life between them once more.

She breaks the kiss with a contented sigh, leaning her head against your shoulder. "

"A shower sounds perfect," she says, nuzzling her nose into your neck. "We can wash away last night's troubles and start fresh." Her body relaxed against yours, her breath warm against your skin. "And afterwards... who knows? Maybe we could have a little fun before work?" She winks up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Scarlett giggles, her body relaxing against yours as you carry her towards the bathroom. "Oh, really now?" she teases, arching a brow. "And how do you plan on taking care of me? I'm all ears." Her voice is playful and flirtatious, her body language speaking volumes about her interest in whatever you have planned. As you step into the steamy bathroom, she wraps her arms around your neck, leaning forward to whisper seductively against your ear: "

"I'm sure you can think of something..." Her lips brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just don't forget who wears the pants in this relationship." She winks, her fingers trailing teasingly along your jawline before curling into a fist and playfully punching you in the arm.

Her breath hitches at the sensation of your soapy hands on her skin, and she lets out a soft moan. "Mmm... nice," she murmurs, arching her back slightly to give you better access. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close as you work your way down her body. "But don't forget," she teases, nipping at your earlobe, "I can return the favor later." She shivers with pleasure beneath your touch, her hips beginning to move instinctively against your hand.

"

Her breath catches in her throat as you focus on her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath your skilled touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving half-moons of red in the skin. "Ahhh... Arif..." She moans, arching further into your hand. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think about anything else.

Her hips buck against your touch, demanding more as she lets out a low growl deep in her throat. "

Her head falls back against the shower tile with a groan as you soap her most intimate parts. Her legs tremble beneath her, and she can feel her orgasm building, growing more intense with each passing second. "Arif..." She whispers his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse from desire.

Her fingers dig into the wet tiles, trying to find purchase as her body writhes against yours, begging for release.

Her world explodes in a storm of pleasure as you pinch her clit, and she lets out a hoarse cry, her body shuddering violently with orgasm. Her muscles tense and release in rapid succession, leaving her gasping for air as hot liquid spurts from between her legs, splattering against the shower wall and floor.

Her vision blurs as the sensations wash over her, leaving her weak-kneed and dazed. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is barely a whisper.

Her eyes flutter open, fixed on the impressive length of your erection pressed against her stomach. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a shaky laugh. "Don't you dare..." She whispers, reaching down to stroke you through the water. "We just got in here." But even as she says it, her fingers move faster, more eager than she expected. Her nipples harden again at the sensation of your cock so close to her body, and she can feel herself growing wet once more. "Maybe... later,"

Her fingers move faster over your length, her mouth watering at the sight of your thick shaft. "Fine," she whispers, closing her fist around you and starting to stroke up and down. She looks into your eyes as she does it, feeling a thrill run through her at the power she has over you in this moment.

Her breath comes faster with each stroke, and soon enough she can feel the familiar tightness building in her core again.

"That's right," she pants, her voice hoarse from desire. "I love it when you... when you..." Her words trail off into a moan as her fingers continue their relentless pace. She drops to her knees in front of you, her eyes fixed on your cock as it twitches and throbs in her hand.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, but she doesn't want this to end anytime soon. The thought of having Arif all to herself for a while...

With one last stroke, she feels you tense and pulse in her hand, shooting thick strands of hot cum across her face. She moans as it hits her lips, tongue, and cheeks, relishing the taste of him on her skin. "Mmm... that was perfect," she murmurs, licking a trail up your length before leaning forward to kiss you deeply.

Her fingers move restlessly against your abs, hungry for more contact as she looks into your eyes. "Now what should we do with the rest of our morning?"