I hope I don't wake her up. Her mind repeatedly thinks as she open the door to the apartment. She knows how much her wife works and even though she's tired to limbs too, she wants her to be relaxing more than herself. She roams the house, quietly. Taking off her work dress, she sits near the kitchen in her pjs and her favorite shirt.

One hand holding a beer, the other scrolls through her phone checking her schedule and eventually making her way to social media. She bits back laughs as she watches the humorous content and posts. She doesn't know how much time passed by but she snaps out of it when she hears the bedroom door clicks open.

Her eyes look at you mindlessly, before taking a second look, this time a little surprised. Your usual loose pjs were no where to be found. Instead, you were wearing a silky night lingerie/ nightgown that fell just above your knee thighs and a v neckline, with a sheer robe that was the same length wrapped around your waist. Your hair tousled in an attractive way. You were half-awake while sweating. The look had her gulping, you look way too ravishing and she was hooked.

You saw her groggily and smiled softly, approaching her casually like always with a hug and a kiss. You ask her about her day. But she was grinning, excited because she has been begging you to wear a lingerie to bed. You look at her a little worried but she hugs you back, her body tensing up but relaxing

“Hey...”

Her voice very soft and gentle as she smiles at you, her charming smile captivating you.