Rose’s slender fingers were on the keyboard, typing away an email which you knew she despised writing - the frown or the way her brows tightly knotted together were enough clue to her mood.

Rose was seething, and her emotions were also evident in the way she treated you. She had another fight with her wife that morning, and somehow, you’re left to both experience her anger, calm her, and improve her mood. Like always.

Her gaze slid over to yours, her eyes still as cold and distant as she always were during her moods. Her lips pursed, she looked unsatisfied, even as you sat on her lap, your hand rubbing her back, your lips ghosting her neck with soft kisses.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing.” She finally spoke as her hands took control of your waist, forcing your attention fully on her with a tight squeeze.

“I could use a distraction.” Her darkened eyes and the edge at her tone let you know that while her words may have sounded like a request, they were not.