With a sigh, Anima stepped out of her small white used Ford Focus and walked over to the lift. She was exhausted from a long day of work at the marina where she worked as a shark specialist. There were several pings on their beacons at the mouth of the Thames where bull sharks were coming in. She spent all day in a wetsuit taking samples and diving in to get some photos of the tagged bull sharks. While she was down there, she also took sediment and plant life samples at the mouth of the river. She was only one on a team of twelve graduate students under her. Her boss was a veteran of the field named Coefegger. She and a student were still doing analyses and would likely continue for the next week or so. Today though, Anima would not let anything get in the way of her good mood. Tom was coming home after a film festival in Canada for his film, Only Lovers Left Alive.

Anima pushed the door to the flat open and closed it behind her, locking it quietly. After putting her purse and backpack down as well, she decided to get into something a bit more comfortable for the evening. Anima instantly began unrolling her sleeves and undoing the buttons on the front, not minding the fact that the windows were open as she strutted to her bedroom topless. Once in her bedroom, she grabbed for a t-shirt and froze in front of the mirror. Her eyes stared at the now faded scars that were forever imprinted into her flesh. After all the patience of using Scar-Away to make them fade, she could see the difference, except for her surgical scar. The pale white line had faded only slightly, but not enough to hide it. All the others were minor injuries from work.

It felt like only yesterday when she had been under the knife to remove a tumor from her uterus. Now, Tom was an up and coming star, and Anima was an established marine biologist. The years had flown by, and their relationship had survived every fight and argument which was evident from the bright glow in both their chests. It was in tune with their pulses by now. It had been there for so long that it had finally synchronized. It had only taken what…ten years? Hearing Tom's key in the lock, Anima snapped back to the present with a shake and pulled her shirt over her head.

"I thought you would have changed by now," Tom said from the bedroom doorway with a smile. His eyes scanned her as she pulled off her slacks and reached for a pair of sweats. "Thinking of something?"

"Just staring at myself in the mirror. No law against that, is there?"

Tom walked over and stood dangerously close, his jeans barely brushing her bum. "If I'm not here when you are, it is illegal."

"Oh, really now?"

"Oh, yes. It's called The let-the-husband-gawk Law," he said as he bent to kiss her lips softly. "It was signed a long time ago, you know."

Grinning happily, Anima nudged his nose with hers. "I'm just breaking the rules all over the place then, aren't I?"

Tom purred as he stroked his nose over her neck. Then he bent down to press his lips against her shoulder as his hands rubbed up and down her arms. The movement was chaste enough, but the way his hardened groin brushed against her backside most definitely wasn't.

"Tom," Anima breathed, closing her eyes. Her mind barely registered that Tom was pulling away her sweats since there was an ache of a different kind settling between her legs.

Blue eyes flickered over to meet her own gaze in the mirror. "Yes?" he whispered while nibbling on her neck like the vampire he promoted just a day or two ago.

The sensation sent delightful sparks right to her center, which caused her to groan and twitch in his vice-like grip. She grabbed his face and nearly crushed her lips against his own. There wasn't much time for grace and ease, not when the burning ache within her was worse than the weariness she sustained from her long work day. Tom groaned as she licked into his mouth, a rumble she felt more than heard. It wasn't helping, and Anima started to grind against his leg that was pressed between hers. She was unbearably hot and wet, and although the movement helped to relieve some of the pressure, it wasn't close to being nearly enough, and she huffed in frustration.

Long fingers curled around her hip as Tom seemed to take pity on her—or perhaps he was growing just a frustrated as she was. He slid her mismatched panties down as he pushed her onto the bed, leaving kisses and nips on her chest and stomach as he went. It was torturously slow. Grabbing the headboard behind her for leverage, she tried to push her pelvis against Tom, hoping it would make him go faster, but he didn't relent. Anima wanted to scream.

He finally made it, positioning her legs so they draped over his shoulders. "You're…so beautiful," he spoke, tongue swiping against her drenched inner thigh, so close to where she needed him to be. "And you taste so good, my nightingale."

Anima moaned at the feeling of his mouth and fingers on her labia, sucking and stroking. It still wasn't what she needed, the movement only stoking the fire and doing nothing to douse it. "Please, Tom."

She could feel his smile against her skin at her words. "Your wish is my command," he chuckled, and how he could remain so seemingly calm when she knew for a fact he was probably harder than marble was beyond her.

Then Tom's mouth was around her clit, sucking and licking while his fingers curled inside of her and it felt so good that she couldn't seem to catch her breath. She was so far gone that it didn't take long for her orgasm to hit, muscles pulling themselves taut and her vision nearly going white. It took all of her remaining willpower not to scream, and instead a low moan escaped her lips.

When she came back down to earth, her eyes opened to the sight of Tom licking his lips, mouth and jaw especially shiny from her wetness. His gaze was dark and predatory, and if Anima had to guess she'd say that his patience had finally snapped. She moved to kneel, still weak and shaking from the powerful orgasm. He met her halfway, nearly diving towards her. Still, he had enough sense to reign in his strength as his lips crashed against hers, and her hands travelled down his torso to pull his trousers and boxers down, just low enough to free his cock.

She took it in hand while he attacked her mouth, his long tongue licking and sucking as it had to her clit before. Pre-cum was already beading at the tip of him, and shivers wracked his body when she stroked it. Moving to straddle his lap, she positioned him just before her entrance before sinking down in one fluid motion. That seemed to push Tom over the edge as he threw her onto her back, his hips moving like a piston and a noise suspiciously like a growl tore from his lips. She understood. It had been nearly two weeks since they'd had sex. The longest they usually went was three weeks before a clandestine visit to Tom's hotel was planned out.

Anima groaned, nails biting at his shoulders. She was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and the sensation coupled with being deliciously full was nearly enough to send her over the edge again, but it was just short. She began to babble as an ache almost as bad as before began building in her abdomen. Tom's thrusts became choppy and his breathing labored as he seemed to get close to completion, and Anima snuck a finger between them. It took only two circles on her clit for the orgasm to hit, her walls tightening enough that it sent Tom over the edge as well.

Tom rolled off of her so they were both staring at the ceiling. Ater catching their breath, they finally started to cuddle. "So...how was work?"