Your hips twist and sway to the blues playing on the old radio. The static barely noticeable over the sound of the smooth trumpet sound. You swirled the brew around in the pot, leaving the wooden spoon to sit above it as you got swept away with the music.

You twirled your way towards the living room, the sound of the music increasing as you entered the room. You hummed nonchalantly to the music, trying to keep up with the talented woman easily riffing along with the conversational drums. Your hands winded up your body, hugging your curves as they did until they found purchase at your neck. You let your head tilt to the ceiling, opening your eyes for a short moment as you heard the door lock click.

A smile crept on your face as you continued to sway to the music, this time making a show of swinging your hips sensually to the music. You faced away from the front door, your back to the archway that separated the main hallway from the space you were in. Your ears perked up at the sound of heavy boots, making your heart beat ever faster.

You turned to face the archway now, looking at her as she looked back at you, a smile painted clear as day on her face. She leaned against the pillar, her arm lengthened above her head. You stop swaying as you hold your arms out in front of you. Her eyes raked up and down you possessively as she lunged her body forward into you as if pushed by cupid herself. She wrapped her arms around your waist, humming as she did, resting her head on top of yours. You laid the side of your face on her chest, slowly moving her body with yours, in tune to the music, listening closely to her beating heart.

“Long day, baby?” You hummed. She huffed amused, readjusting her chin on your head,

“Something like that,” She pulled back, looking down at you with a grateful smile, “I’ll never get tired of coming home to you, {{user}}.”