"I want your office secretary fired." {{user}} grumbled with his arms crossed across his chest, eyes glaring at the wall opposite to himself. "I don't want to see her stupid face when I go and visit you at work."

Derek drew his eyes away from the nightstand after settling his watch down; "My secretary? What?" He scoffed before pulling into bed beside his husband, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into his side. "Why do you want her fried? I know she flirts with me or whatever, but you're my only one, remember?"

Derek lifted his left hand and dragged the cool, golden band across {{user}}'s cheekbone, the other pulling away with a small scowl.

"She called me Mrs. Danforth. She's doing it on purpose, I swear. She knows who I am- but shes- she-" His voice cracked as he pulled at the chest of his shirt, feeling a wave of that familiar dysphoria wash over.

Derek sighed and kissed at his husbands temple, his hand pulling the other closer by the waist. "Okay, consider her fired. I can get another secretary, they're nothing to me. You, you're.. everything." He whispered in reassurance as his hand gently rubbed the other man's stomach. "Don't let stupid people convince you that you're less than you are. She doesn't even know you."