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"Tell me you love it." He pulled my hair as he ground into me harder and harder. I could feel the cold wood of his desk against my bare chest.

"Ye-es. I love it." I moaned and bit my lip as I felt the pressure of both his hands on my hips. My hair fell over my shoulders as he continued to pound into me. I felt the skin on my lip break as I bit down hard, trying not to make any sounds. Sounds were a definite no.

He flipped me over and pinned my back against the desk. Once more he moved his hips and ground deep into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he peppered kisses on my neck.

"Tell me you don't want me to stop." He order as he bit the sensitive skin of my neck. He knew it was a hot spot for me so he forced two fingers into my mouth to suck. He then licked my salty skin and then went down to do the same to my chest.

"Don't stop." I managed to muffle through his fingers. He was getting close now. I could tell. Whenever he was going to finish he always thrusted slower and he would bite into my shoulder. I was fine with biting as long as he left no marks. Marks were also a definite no.

"Oh God", he groaned. "Tell me you won't leave me ever."

"I. won't. leave." I could barely manage to get the words out. I was nearing my peak and so was he. Pretty soon this little moment would be over and reality would soon return.

We became undone. There was no afterglow. No cuddling and no time to bask in the amazing sex that was just had. All that was left was shame, sweat, and sin.

It was time to get dressed, wash, rinse, and repeat like nothing ever happened. It was just any other day, I usually had to tell myself.

Where had time gone? How did I get like this? I was running late yet again and the twins needed to be picked up from school. Everything was so routine and so mundane but somehow I always managed to miss something. My husband had neglected to tell me he was going to be working late and couldn't pick them up. I was left to be super mom yet again for the probably hundredth time.

I speeded down the road and pulled up to the school. My stomach filled with knots as I saw my two five year old standing in torrential downpour. I knew I wasn't a bad parent. Every parent picks up their kids two hours late from school every once and a while right?

I rolled down the window and yelled, "Get in the car!"

They came running towards the car for safety from the cold, wet rain. I could tell they were drenched before they even got into the car. They looked miserable and I was to blame for it. How could I have not picked them up on time? I'm a terrible parent.

My daughter with her soaked brown hair sneezed and asked, "I thought Daddy was coming?"

Rage filled my gut as I remembered how he so rudely didn't let me know that I had to pick up the kids.

"Yeah, I thought so too. Daddy's busy at work tonight so I had to come." I gritted my teeth and pulled off into the road. Daddy was busy. Daddy was ALWAYS busy. Whether he was feeding African children or if he was building a new house for the homeless he was always somewhere else.

5:30- Get the kids washed and dry. Have them start their homework

6:00- Begin dinner and slave over a stove for an hour.

7:05- Kids and you eat dinner together. We play an hour of Uno before bed.

8:00- Get kids ready for bed. Brush their teeth and change into pajamas.

9:00- Kids should be asleep. Only 30 minutes of me time left. You anxiously eat an entire package of Oreo cookies and convince yourself you haven't gained weight over the years.

10:00- Remove make up. Change into night clothes. Sliver into your cold bed alone and pretend to be asleep until you hear your husband come in.

10:42- He comes home.

He plants a soft kiss on my forehead and tries to quietly get into the bed. I stir a bit and he tries to be cautious to not wake me. He shouldn't because I'm always awake but it was too late to let go of the routine now.

He is on his side and I am on mine. There is no crossing of the line.

"How was your day honey?" I ask as a way to try to sound genuinely interested in his day. Nothing was new or exciting anymore. He probably saved a remote village today but for that was normal. Sometimes I felt like I didn't fit into this normalcy he called a life but I tried my best.

"Great. We're working on a solar energy source. This could be great for so many people Katara. I got so caught up in it today I just didn't want to stop." Naturally, he was enthusiastic about his work and I can't blame him, but sometimes I wish he brought that same enthusiasm back home to me.

"That's amazing Aang!" I exclaimed trying to force as much excitement as I could.

Cue an apology in three… two… one.

"I'm really sorry about not picking up Kya and Tenzin. I lost track of time but you made things work like you always do. You're such an amazing mother. I don't know what I'd do without you." Aang stated. He'd probably not even be half the man he was if it wasn't for me. I was always sacrificing and giving but got nothing back in return. I was tired of it. So. Tired.

"It's okay. You know I'm always here for you." I rolled over and try to snuggle closer to me. His touch at this moment meant everything to me. It was some sort of consolation for me sacrificing so much.

I rubbed on his thigh a bit to try and get him excited.

"Oh baby, not tonight. I don't want to wake the kids." He says and he breaks my heart for the millionth time. Of course he rejects me. He always does.

I settle into the mattress of my discontentment and shut my eyes. I should've known better.

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I walk into the room, full of business men, soccer moms, and other parents. Conferences were the worst. All you could do is say your kid would do better next time and drink the lukewarm coffee that you only took because it was free. Aang had never been to one so I had become pretty accustomed to how they went.

You chat with other parents and talk about whose kids is cuter. Once the boss calls you back he shows you shitty macaroni portraits that his kids made and you're on your way. I could overhear all the female coworkers talking about the boss but couldn't quite make it out. He was new or something. New, young bosses were the worst. They assume too much and know too little.

I eat the stale cookies and drink the watery coffee until I get called to meet with him. To my surprise he was in fact new and by no means completely unapproachable. He was tall with dark hair and gold eyes. He looked like the typical pretty boy.

"Hi. I'm Katara. I've been working in IT for 8 years now. Nice to meet you." I said. He sat down at his desk and looked at me over his glasses. He seemed like a smart ass. I could read behind his polished exterior enough to tell that much.

"I'm Mr. Agni. It's nice to meet you too. I just want to talk to my employees, well the ones who I hear are quite valuable." He smirked at me.

I had built the IT department in this company single handedly. He had better bet his money I was valuable.

"I'm glad you've heard great things about me Mr. Agni. I will not disappoint."

I never disappoint, except when it came to Aang.

"I'm sure you won't. We'll be seeing a lot of each other. I want to improve our digital and you seem like just the person for the job."

Working on whatever task my new boss wanted me to do was far better than thinking about my boring, sexless marriage that was for sure.

Author's Note: Just something I had an idea to write. Should I continue?