A Soothing End to a Lousy Night

October 23, 2019
11:45 PM

It’d been a quiet autumn evening at home, just himself alone. He was sitting on the recliner sofa and peering through Discord servers with the nearest window opened a crack to let in the cooling breeze when he suddenly noticed headlights pulling up into the driveway and heard the crackling of truck tires rolling over dried leaves. He got up from his seat and shut down his phone for the night as he listened to the sounds outside of the front side door to the truck open and close shut, then seconds later the slow twist of the front door’s knob. The door opened a crack and inside walked his lovely wife who pulled the door shut behind her. Only she obviously didn’t feel so lovely. Her hand was pressed firmly against her forehead while she used her other to set her purse down on the top of the sofa. He noticed her wince every ten to twenty seconds as he walked over to her at a steady pace. She noticed and turned to him, then set her hand down from her head for a few seconds to give her husband a soft kiss on his cheek. 
“Hey, hon.” She whispered in his ear. “I know tonight’s our night, but I’m just not feeling it. The bar was full, my partner called in sick and it’s just been a hectic evening for me all around. Plus my head hurts like hell and I’m just tired. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. You okay with that, sweetie?”
With an understanding nod, gentle hug and kiss on her mouth, he acknowledged her with a quiet yes and let her go. She forced a small half grin and dug through her purse for the small bottle of Tylenol PM and took it out. “I’m going to take a quick shower and go to bed. I love you.” She said as she left the living room and started towards the master bedroom. He stood there, wanting to do more to help her than just a simple hug and kiss. He hated seeing her like that and was thinking of what he could do to help her. Then he heard the faint hissing-like sound of the bathroom shower faucet and slowly an idea began formulating in his head.

Behind the steamed up glass door separating the remainder of the bathroom from the shower, the brunette Irish setter stood beneath the downpour of warm water. Her hands brushed through her hair and were gently massaging into her skull while water dripped down from her elbows down to the floor. She felt the blast of water hitting her face and moved her hands back over her head and down over her shoulders and chest. Spotting the half full bottle of Old Spice, she took hold of it and popped the lid open with her claw tip before squirting some into her palm and then pushed the cap over shut. She proceeded to bend down and started rubbing over her legs to down at her feet with suds. While she was preoccupied, she had no idea of what was going on behind closed doors.
The bathroom door creaked open. She couldn’t hear the noise through the running water and neither could see through the fogged glass. Her husband left the door open and began to undo his belt, then pulled it off and hung it over the hook beside the sink. The shirt was removed next and following that were his boots and socks which were all set outside or in the laundry hamper for both our respect. Slowly he moved closer and zipped down his jeans. They were pushed down to his knees and then he pulled out both legs one at a time before tossing them in the hamper as well. Finally the underwear came last and dropped easily to his feet. They were discarded and then ever so carefully, he pushed the glass door open a crack to peer inside.
His wife had her back turned towards him, still totally oblivious to her mate’s presence. She had her hands back over her shoulders and was scrubbing deep beneath her fur and into her skin. Her eyes were closed and her mind was elsewhere, thinking of the night’s sleep ahead. He crept quietly behind her and while looking through the corner of his eye, he slipped the Old Spice away from her and squeezed a hefty amount of shampoo into both hands before easing the bottle back to where she had last set it. She began to rub herself down over her breasts and her head suddenly reared backward towards him. Then suddenly she felt his warm gentle embrace around her stomach and her eyes opened up to see her husband standing there looking into her emerald green eyes.
“Damn it, I thought I said not tonight. You know I’m not in the mood. I thought you could at least respect that.” She spun herself around to face him directly. She knew all too well that he wouldn’t dare pick an argument against her, an argument he’d never win. He stood his ground and kept his arms around her body, then slowly pressed her close. “Sasha, please... Come on.” She rolled her eyes and tried to pull back but she was trapped. Her hands pressed up on his chest and moved her face up closer. “Let me go. Now. Before you really piss me off.” Sasha started to struggle. He could sense her temper slowly starting to flare up. Still, he kept her against him. His hands moved up over her back and around her neck. He moved a few inches closer until their faces nearly touched. And then he said, “How could you possibly think that’d be the only reason I’m here with you? I know you’re tired and I know you’re hurting. I’d never force you into that position, not with your disapproval. I just want to take care of my baby. You. I love you. And you’re not going to drive me away.”