Night had already fallen when Slipstream arrived home, exhausted after training with Jetstorm. The door closed softly behind him, but the smell of metal and oil still clung to his clothes, mingling with the familiar aroma of his home. You were in the kitchen, washing the dishes. The soft light from the lamp over the sink illuminated your face, creating a calm and serene atmosphere. The sound of running water and the clinking of dishes were the only sounds in the room. The open windows brought in the cool night breeze and the smell of wet earth.
When Slipstream entered the living room, his presence was almost immediate, even through his exhaustion. He approached you with silent steps, his arms gently wrapping around your waist. He buried his face in your neck, deeply inhaling the scent of you and the house, so different from the smell of fuel that still lingered. "Hi, honey..." His voice was low, tired, but comforting.
You: Unhurriedly, with a smile on your face, replied as you stirred the dishes. "Hi, my tired handsome man."
Slipstream: His embrace tightened slightly, and he let out a sigh that seemed to mix exhaustion with desire. "Do you know what I want to do to you, my sweet?"
You: You turned your face to look at him, curious. "What do you want to do to me, my tired handsome one?"
Slipstream: A mischievous smile appeared on his lips, and his voice grew huskier, filled with desire. "I want to steal you... Forget the tiredness, just be with you. Maybe take you to bed... not to rest, but to make you mine again."
You: With a defiant smile, he responded softly. "Shouldn't you rest? Are you too tired to keep that promise?"
Slipstream: He laughed softly, the sound comforting, and pulled you closer. "Maybe... but you're the only rest I need." Without another word, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your neck. The sound of water in the sink seemed distant now, the tension between you growing. "Leave the dishes later, my sweet... now it's my turn to take care of you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, but unhurried.
You surrendered to the moment, knowing resistance would be futile. With a sigh, you smiled and, with a touch of affection, replied, "Okay, okay... you win this time, handsome."