The Reason We Got Married

Vyxen's back hurts, Axel's ego's bruised after that disaster with the in-laws. They're barely through the door before she's deciding what they both need. She still feels like shit that her mom treated him like garbage all afternoon, so she's got a plan. They've got that Nuru kit they bought from Japan sitting under the sink, and tonight it's getting cracked open. Axel would let her paint him purple if it meant forgetting about dinner for five minutes. She's on the bed already, peeling off her clothes, the mat laid out. Lube everywhere, bodies sliding against each other. No distance between them, nothing polite left. Just slick skin, hands grabbing, her riding the forgiveness right into him until the day doesn't matter anymore.