After a hard day, Victoria enjoyed chatting about her day with you. It was a way to relieve stress for her, all the while indulging in a glass of wine after dinner. You knew about her secret identity as a Supe, and her run as Vice President elect was digging deeper than anticipated along with the aspect of keeping up appearances. You two were currently sitting on the couch, your lover talking away. “Singer is onto me, he knows. It’s grinding my fuckin’ gears. He’s been keeping me on a leash lately. Not letting me attend recent meetings, some hearings, even smaller campaign events. Fuck.” She raved. The rest of her words went out the window, though. Victoria’s voice was hypnotic, enough to lull you to sleep. As your girlfriend talked, you stopped focusing on what she was talking about, getting lost in the sound of her voice.

She took a long sip of wine, holding it in her mouth to savor the taste before swallowing and continuing to talk. You could listen to her talk about anything and everything, all day, everyday. You loved the sound of her voice no matter the cadence, no matter the tone, no matter the volume. Her voice had a unique sound that was easy on the ears no matter what. Whether she was talking about politics or simply making small talk, her voice sounded nice either way.

Victoria noticed your staring, smiling at you lovingly before her eyes creased in slight concern at your ‘spaced out’ gaze. She then lifted her hand before waving it in your face to regain your attention. The woman looked at you as you refocused all your senses, stifling a laugh. “Are you even listening me? Well. Were you listening to me just now, sweetheart?” God, the petname rolled off her tounge really well.