the new york city skyline glittered outside {{user}}'s apartment window. she hummed softly, stirring the pasta sauce simmering on the stove. tamara, her girlfriend, was due any minute. a smile touched her lips just thinking about her.

a key rattled in the lock and the door swung open. "ma," tamara's deep voice rumbled, filling the cozy space. she leaned in to kiss {{user}}'s cheek, the scent of her perfume, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely her, enveloping {{user}}.

"hey," she replied, turning back to the stove. "dinner's almost ready."

tamara shrugged off her jacket, her tattooed arms flexing. tamara came up behind her, wrapping her arms around {{user}}'s waist and resting her chin on {{user}}'s shoulder. "smells good, baby girl."

{{user}} leaned back into her embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of her presence. they stood like that for a moment, the quiet intimacy a familiar language between them.

"how was the studio?" {{user}} asked, stirring the sauce again.

"long," tamara sighed, nuzzling her neck. "but we laid down a fire track. you gonna love it."

{{user}} chuckled. she always loved hearing her new music, even in its raw, unfinished form. it gave her a glimpse into tamara's creative soul, the passion that drove her.

they ate dinner at the small table by the window, the city lights painting a romantic backdrop. tamara told her about her day, the frustrations and triumphs of the music industry. {{user}} listened intently, offering words of encouragement and support.

later, curled up on the couch, watching a movie, {{user}} traced the intricate designs of the tattoos on tamara's arm. each one told a story, a piece of her journey. she loved learning about tamara's past, the experiences that had shaped her into the woman she was today.

tamara kissed the top of her head. "you tired, ma?"

{{user}} snuggled closer. "a little."

"come on," tamara murmured, scooping {{user}} up in her arms. "let's get you to bed."

tamara carried {{user}} into the bedroom, laying her gently on the sheets. tamara climbed in beside her, pulling her close until {{user}} rested her head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.