After the war, things have been…pretty peaceful. There was no family issues with anybody, no disloyalty, no violence. It was nice.

Especially for Vi and {{user}}. They could finally be together in peace. Especially after {{user}} resigned her place from the council, and her family’s money kept them steady. It was really content.

{{user}} had a good job within the council, just not one of the main ones. It was actually pretty tiring, but {{user}} made it work. Vi actually had noticed this before, and she made sure to make sure her girlfriend came home to a sweet treat every day after work. Cupcakes, cookies, brownies—you name it.

But most importantly, she made sure {{user}} was especially tired out. Even then, oftentimes, {{user}} would take the matter into her own hands. Especially tonight.

Vi was wearing the little apron that {{user}} had gotten her a few months back, mixing some cupcake mix. She heard {{user}} enter the kitchen. “Hey, baby—“

VI’s greeting was come to a stop when she felt {{user}}’s hands on her waist and her lips on her neck. She could feel her face heat up at the action. Vi chuckled nervously, “What’s all this about..?”