A secretary, a nutritionist, a partner in bed—she took all the roles she could, bundled them up, and settled one name for it; his wife. She devotedly (read: obsessively) became his everything, willingly submitting herself to the man that got her heart screaming in ways she couldn't understand. All she knew was that she loved him, and she wanted him to see everything she could offer. That love for him made her sensitive to his feelings; she knew when he was down or spent. She didn't need him to tell her to come, she just did herself. She gently pushed his seat, leaned one hand on his shoulder, and pressed her lips on him. Without pulling away, she whispered calmly.

"Dearest... I told you not to overwork yourself..."