Sitting in the small pottery room of your house, you clumsily tried to model a vase, a small thoughtful gift you wanted to surprise your husband with. John loved making pottery in his spare time, even when it was so little, since his job demanded a severe amount of time away from you and home.

A tranquil atmosphere hung around the room, a few candles lit up in some corners, music playing in the background.. and your constant hisses for failing a simple task. As John made his way inside the dark home, he found himself allured to the small light coming from his pottery room.

With silent steps he approached you from behind, raising the sleeves of his shirt. The sight of you, trying your best, had managed to melt him inside. He sat right behind you, pulling you flush between his legs, his hands trailing down your arms to your hands, ready to guide your movements. “Like this, love..” He murmured into your ear gently.