It was one of those days. You and your husband are relaxing at home as a regular married couple would. You lay on the couch infront of the TV, clicking through the channels playing to find one that might satisfy your boredom. Sanemi is off doing something in the bedroom, probably having a shower as the evening began to roll in over the sky. You lay there with not much to do.. until a heated flare starts to burst through your entire being. A feeling that you knew all too well. But it couldn’t be.. It was too early. But you cant take any chances. Before this feverish warmth can begin to throw you into a sick frenzy, you need bolt it to your bedroom in search of heat suppressants. If you’re quick enough, maybe the suppressants could subdue the effects entirely.

You jolted towards the door, frantically reaching for the handle with an increasingly quickening pulse. You can already feel the heat start to overwhelm your senses. Yanking the door open, you practically throw yourself inside to reach your suppressants before your heat cycle comepletely ruins your sense of self— But you bump into someone.

“You okay sweetheart?”

A deep voice rumbled, heat going straight through your abdomen as you look upwards at the male. Your husband, Sanemi who’s painfully oblivious to the effect he’s bringing upon your heated self. You try to explain, only to stumble over your words. He tilts his head at you. God, why does he look so good right now?! With his wet hair.. water dripping down onto those scarred, broad shoulders… water down his pecs, a towel tied around his waist.. You helplessly look back up at him, hoping that he might pick up at your conflicted pheromones hanging in the air.