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Games

"Baby!" She called out as she straightened her negligee. They'd moved into the apartment two weeks prior and gotten a new bed one week after that. They hadn't had a chance to christen the abode yet and that was an oversight Milla planned to correct.

As she waited for him to bound into the bedroom she put on some sultry music and lit some candles which she placed in dishes of water on the dresser and turned on the soft light hanging on the wall by the bed. She knew better than to put the candles on the nightstand. She was known to flail and had set her former bedroom on fire at her parents' house. There was also an unfortunate accident at the clubhouse, when they weren't alone, but a steady stream of beer and prime pussy had kept Tig from disclosing that little shameful secret...for a while...

She waited for about ten minutes before she realized that he wasn't coming. This was a surprise since sex was always foremost on his mind. Especially since this as their first night, alone, in the new apartment since they moved in. There were no prospects, no Club emergencies, nothing to keep them away. She decided to go down the hall to the living room to see if he'd stepped out but the sight that greeted her had proven otherwise. He was sitting on the floor by the couch with a collection of bottles in front of him and a controller in his hand and headphones on. He was playing Call of Duty...again. She cursed before she walked to him and tapped his shoulder. His response was to jerk away and press a button before the look on his face transformed into one of disappointment.

"Aww, baby, you killed me." The tone of his voice could only be viewed as a whine so she rolled her eyes moved her breasts more aesthetically into the bodice of the leopard print negligee and moved to the front of the TV. His eyes took her in and she smiled before he looked around her and made a shooing movement. "You look nice but I have one more level to go before I beat Moose. I'll come to bed in about an hour."

"Are you serious?" She walked around the coffee table and stood by him, only this time she forcefully took his hand and placed it where the negligee had an immodest slit. He ran his thumb along the silky skin before he took his hand out and gave her an apologetic look.

"Sorry Baby." Was all he said before he turned his attention back to the screen and pressed the button. She huffed and stalked back to the bedroom, cursing the fact that the game had been her housewarming gift to him. She should have known better.

She went around the room, blowing out candles and shut off the music before she took off the negligee and threw on one of his t-shirts. If he didn't want sex, she would comply...and see just how long it would take him to crack. She'd have him begging for it, needing it, needing her. With that thought she went to the bed and unmade it. After she'd shut off the lights and climbed in she laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. She was still stung by being dismissed and she was still hot and she knew she wouldn't have any luck taking care of it herself. With final resolve she got out of bed, tore off his t-shirt and stalked to the living room. This time when he looked at her she had all of his attention.

"Babe-" She put her finger to her lips before she gave him a smirk and walked slowly to the bedroom with a swing to her hips that was all for him. The smirk turned to a grin when she heard him following after her. She'd barely made it through the door before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. After that the apartment and the bed were appropriately christened...twice.

"Mmmm...Aren't I better than some army men?" She asked as she rested her head on his chest and traced the tat under his pec.

"Much better." He grinned at her and she rose up. It appeared that the third time was the charm when it came to properly christening their bed.

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She woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Rather than being hurt or angry she smiled and marveled at her sore muscles. This was one of the best ways to wake up. Sore and satisfied were two of her favorite things. With a yawn she rose and went to the bathroom, she showered under her perfect showerhead that Juice had installed himself and smiled again. Now the place felt like it was theirs. Now they could really start their life together. Once she was showered and dressed she walked into the living room and saw Juice with circles under his eyes and a death grip on his controller. The big doofus had spent all night with his army men. She simply stretched again and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and some breakfast sandwiches; she had to restore his depleted energy reserves. No way was she going to let Moose beat her man.

Author's Note: The chapters in this story will just be random one shots. Some might be long, others short. They'll depict the domestic life of our favorite couple. No high drama or suspense, just "slice of life". If there's anything you want to see let me know and I'll see if the muse gets nudged. I have a few cut scenes from my stories that will be coming here and new material. Remember that there's no timeline here, it's all random. I hope you all like it and thank you in advance for reading and reviewing.