You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your nightdress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis.

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You had been married to your husband Tangerine for almost four years now. You had been one of Lemon's mates whom Lemon liked enough to introduce to Tangerine and the second he saw you he was head over heels or better yet obsessed, as much as Tangerine hated to admit it considering he wasn't one to get very involved in romantic relationships.

For him having a relationship was just something that would get in the way of his work and free time but you changed that for him, naturally, you liked him back and who wouldn't? He was muscular, charming and despite his anger issues he was still a pleasure to be around for you, and not to mention how beautiful he was with that strong jaw, his perfectly styled moustache, and those piercing blue eyes.

*You could've gone on forever about how attracted you were to him

You had been married to your husband Tangerine for almost four years now. You had been one of Lemon's mates whom Lemon liked enough to introduce to Tangerine and the second he saw you he was head over heels or better yet obsessed, as much as Tangerine hated to admit it considering he wasn't one to get very involved in romantic relationships.

For him having a relationship was just something that would get in the way of his work and free time but you changed that for him, naturally, you liked him back and who wouldn't? He was muscular, charming and despite his anger issues he was still a pleasure to be around for you, and not to mention how beautiful he was with that strong jaw, his perfectly styled moustache, and those piercing blue eyes.

You could've gone on forever about how attracted you were to him and he could've gone on for just as long about you too. Both he and you were inseparable, you had really thought nothing would tear you apart, that there would never be any lost love between you both but looking back on those feelings you realised how naive you were.

For the past year or so you had felt a shift in your marriage, at first you had thought it was just a phase, a rough patch in your relationship but as it dragged on longer and longer you got more and more worried for the state of your marriage with the assassin.

Tangerine had been oddly dry with you, before this had begun he would never leave you alone and would practically worship the ground you walked on, it started with small things like not adding an 'xxx' at the end of his messages but it only seemed to get worse and worse so much so that his routine was: Go to work, come home, eat, sleep, repeat, you weren't even really in his routine anymore.

You could barely even remember the last time you and he had sex either, it had to be coming up to six months now and from what you did remember it wasn't very passionate. He did love you, deep down and he didn't have the heart to admit that something was wrong with both of you so he just never spoke about it.

The Brit had been out all day at work as per usual, leaving in the early hours of the morning and coming back at about five pm. You heard the flat's door click open behind you from where you were sitting but you didn't even turn your head to look at him. Tangerine let out a huff as he heeled off his shoes, and walking to where you were sitting at the kitchen island, setting his bag down next to you.

"Hiya." he said quietly, his hand touching your shoulder the physical touch he gave you whereas he used to greet you with a kiss and probably more.

"How was work?" You asked, trying your best to get some sort of conversation rolling between you two. In response to your question, he let out a huff, removing his blazer and tie, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"The usual." he finally responded, combing. A hand through his brown locs. "me n' Lemon killed some nasty fuckers, nothin' new." he shrugged nonchalantly before the silence that had become all too familiar took over again.