After an hour had passed, Steve knocked on the office door, but she told him to go away. He tried again at 8:00, but got the same response. At 9:00, he barged in without knocking.

"I told you I'm studying tonight," she corrected as he walked in.

"I know, but you have to eat," he explained, sitting beside her on the futon. He had warmed up yesterday's dinner for her.

She glanced up when she smelled the lobster. Then she looked back down.

"Laura, I'm sorry," he said as soon as she looked away again.

"You should be," she confirmed, not looking up from her book.

"I was rude and disrespectful, and I regret everything about the way I handled that situation," he continued.

"Hm. The way you handled it? Not the fact that you were mad about something so stupid in the first place?" she sneered. "Good to know."

Steve frowned and looked down guiltily. "Laura, I really do think you need to be careful about the signals you put-"

"No," she interrupted again. "I don't have time to get into a big fight with my husband right now. The LSATs determine whether or not I even get into law school. I am taking the second most important test of my life in ten days. This can wait until then."

"Laura, Sweetheart. Just eat something. Please?" he begged. He placed the plate in her lap over her book. "I won't make you talk. Just eat."

Laura took a deep breath and sighed. She set her book aside and held the plate in her lap. She accepted a fork from him as he offered it. She began to eat and moaned softly as she tasted the lobster. "Mmm…"

Steve moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He leaned close to her and smelled her hair. He was relieved she still let him hold her. He sat silently through dinner, just as he'd promised.

When she was done, she set the plate and silverware on the end table beside her. "I have to study now," she insisted, reaching for her book again.

"No, Laura, we have to talk," he urged, grabbing her hand again.

"I don't wanna talk to you. I'm still mad at you," she dismissed.

"But, Laura, we shouldn't go to bed angry."

"Then you shouldn't have made me so angry!" she complained.

"Laura," he pressed.

"God, Steve, just shut up," she said before jumping in his lap and kissing him passionately.

Steve grabbed her butt immediately, happy to be receiving a little affection after being ignored all evening.

Laura began to undress him as she nibbled on his full lips. She ripped his shirt open, not giving a damn about his buttons because she was still so angry. She pulled it off of him quickly and pulled her sweater off over her head. She grinded against his lap as his hands moved quickly to the clasp of her bra.

He freed her breasts and recaptured them immediately in his greedy palms as she began to kiss his neck. "You are so sexy," he groaned as he groped her.

"Then do something about it," she ordered, sitting up straighter so he had better access to her breasts.

He pulled her forward and began to suckle on her breast. He looked up at her gratefully as her eyes drifted shut in pleasure. Why couldn't she understand how desperately he needed her? He couldn't take the risk of letting other men be alone with her because he was so terrified that she might realize how much they would love to do this for her too. She was so beautiful from this angle, her nipple in his mouth and her breast taking up most of his eyeline. She was gorgeous from any angle, and he was the luckiest man in the world. He just didn't know what he'd do if that luck ever ran out.

Laura pulled away from him suddenly, and he thought that might finally be happening. He relaxed as she began to slip out of her jeans.

"Take off your pants," she instructed.

He quickly stood and dropped them to the ground. He climbed out of them clumsily, tripping over his shoes as he slid them off.

Laura sat back on the futon and giggled as she watched him struggle. She turned her head and rolled her eyes. Even when she was pissed at him, he was still funny. When he finally managed to get naked, he sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He wiggled his eyebrows at her seductively. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. "I wanna suck your dick," she whispered in his ear.

He shivered in excitement and swallowed hard. "Sweetums, you know shouldn't use words like that."

Laura rolled her eyes and gripped his member. She leaned down toward it and began to stroke it. "Mmm… God, Steve, it's sooo big," she purred.

He smiled brightly. He never got sick of hearing that. "Yeah?" he prompted, hoping she'd elaborate.

She licked the full length of his member slowly. Then she sat up and looked him dead in the eye. "Why would I want some tiny, white boy's dick when I could have this monster inside me whenever I want?" she challenged in a soft, sexy, but almost mean voice.

Steve's eyes widened in surprise. "Uhh… Laura Lee, that's kind of a racist stereotype, don't you think?"

She exhaled sharply. Did he have to be so perfect all the time? "Yes, Steve, it is, but in this case, it's true." She began to stroke him again. She leaned in close to his ear. "Your dick is huge. It fills me up so good, Baby. I'm not looking for anyone else. No one else is gonna fill me up like you do."

Steve wriggled slightly in his seat as her hand teased him, waiting impatiently for her to use her mouth again. "It's not like mine's the biggest in the world," he breathed uncomfortably.

Laura rolled her eyes again, growing annoyed. "No, I'm sure it's not, but you need to learn how to just take a dang compliment," she scolded, leaning her head down to his lap again. She immediately took his member into her mouth.

"Wahhh," he jumped, shivered, and moaned all in one sound. "Ooooo…" he whimpered as she began to bob her head up and down. He placed a hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair gently. Her body was to his side as she knelt on the futon, so he couldn't look her in the eye like he loved to, but he could gently stroke down her sensitive spine. He reached over further and managed to grip her full butt. He smiled brightly as he heard her muffled moans and felt the vibrations of her throat on his member.

A few moments of ecstasy later, she pulled away from him. "My turn," she ordered, laying back on the futon. It didn't take him long to bury his face between her thighs and his tongue between the lips of her womanhood. Laura closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her whole body start to tingle. Even when they were fighting, Steve seemed to enjoy every second his head stayed between her legs. His noises were louder than her own. Laura did her best to relax into it and focus on the pleasure. She was still mad, but that didn't mean her husband couldn't make her feel good.

After several long minutes, she held him tightly to her womanhood as she came and screamed his name, "STEEEEEVE!"

"Oh, Laura," he purred softly as he pulled away and licked her lips gently, cleaning up the mess she'd made.

Too soon for his taste, she pushed him away and sat up. She threw a thick thigh around him to the other side of his lap and lined up his member with her entrance. She hesitated on the tip for a moment. "You want this, Baby?" she whispered in his ear.

He whimpered softly. "Yes, please," he replied.

Laura nibbled his ear lobe. "Tell me you want me," she ordered.

"Baby, I want you," he whispered, pushing her back to look her in the eye. "I want you so bad, Laura. I don't just want you. I need you."

"Why should I?" she challenged.

Steve squeezed her hips tightly in frustration, but he didn't push her down as she hesitated. "Because you're my wife," he panted.

"That's not a good enough reason," she shrugged, pulling away ever so slightly as she teased him.

"Because I love you!" he exclaimed.

She smiled softly and moved closer again. "Better," she purred, "but I need more."

"Because you love me too," he growled, "and we make each other feel so good, and we belong together, and- Oh, God!" Steve screamed loudly as she lowered herself hard and fast onto his member.

She whimpered softly and leaned close to him. "That's right, Steve. We belong together." She moved slowly up his member.

"Ohhhhh…"

"We belong together. We fit together. Our bodies need only each other," she panted. She slid back down. "Unh, Steve!" she whined. "Oh, you feel so good inside me."

"It feels so good to be inside you," he growled.

Laura began to grind against his lap. "Oh, gimme that big dick, Baby."

"Laura!" he yelled, half scolding her and half calling her name in ecstasy.

Laura bounced up and down in his lap, moving faster and faster. The closer they got to the finish line, the louder he got and the more silent and serious she became. She was panting heavily, working up an intense sweat as she focused on nothing but her own pleasure. Finally, she hit just the right angle at just the right speed with just the right amount of force for just the right amount of time and sent herself over the edge. "OHHHHH!" she cried as her body tensed and released. "Ohhhhhhhh…"

As Steve saw her make that face he loved so much,heard that sound that made his heart stop, and felt her body squeeze him tightly, he came right after her, deep inside her warmth. "Lauraaaaa," he moaned, holding her tighter. She sat in his lap for several long moments as they panted and he covered her in kisses.

Breathing heavily, Laura climbed off his lap and sat beside him. She immediately slipped her panties back on, hoping not to stain the futon, and leaned against him.

"That was a great way to make up," he exclaimed eventually, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Laura turned to glare at him. "We have NOT made up."

"But we just… made love," he questioned.

"Yeah. We did, but I'm still really mad at you, Steve. I just wanted you to stop talking, and I wanted to have sex, so we had sex," she explained.

Steve's brow furrowed in pain. "Why would you do that to me?"

"Do what?" she asked as she slipped her sweater back on.

He paused for a moment. "How could you… use me like that?" he asked eventually.

She looked at him seriously. "Steve, I wasn't using you. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Of course, but that's because I thought we were making love."

"We were," Laura assured him. "Steve, I'm really mad at you, but I still love you." She was growing concerned that she may have really hurt him tonight too.

"I love you too, but I don't think we should do that when we're mad. It's too… physical. For me, this process is more emotional than that."

"Steve, we've had sex when you've been mad at me before, like after that sorority party. What's the difference?"

"I wasn't mad at you then."

"Yes, you were!" Laura argued.

"No, Laura Lee, I was desperate for you. I was hurt."

"You think I'm not hurt, Steve?"

"I don't know," he replied.

Laura frowned at him. "Ok. Ok, Baby. I'm so sorry. I never intended to take advantage of you. In the future, I'll be clearer about how I'm feeling when we… do that."

"It's ok. I forgive you," he said immediately. Then he looked at her shyly. "Are you gonna forgive me tonight?"

"Are you really sorry yet?" she demanded.

"I already told you I was," he pressed.

"For the way you did and said things, not for what you did and said and felt. I'm hurt that you don't trust me."

"I'm hurt that you would rather spend time with some other guy than me," he complained.

"What? Steve, c'mon. You don't think that." She paused, waiting for a response, but one never came. "You really think that? God, Steve."

"I offered to help you study," he reminded her.

"And you have, but you were at work when Alex called, and you're not taking the test! I just wanted to study with someone who was taking the test! What's so wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Except, it was a guy. A handsome guy."

"Who I'm not attracted to at all! At all! I didn't even consider the possibility that you'd be jealous because he didn't even enter my mind as a romantic option."

"Why not? He's handsome, muscular, kinda smart, I guess. Is that not your type?" he challenged.

"Steve, he's white," Laura said flatly.

"So?"

"He's white and blonde and kind of shy, and he just… does nothing for me. He's a nice enough guy, but he is so insanely privileged and irresponsible. It took him seven years to get to this point in his degree, so he's a couple years older than us too, but Mom and Dad just kept paying for the six different majors he tried. He's in my sorority's brother frat, but he just shows up for the parties. None of the service work. He has had sex with half of my sorority sisters. He is not my type! And fine. You didn't know all that, so you could've thought I could be interested in him, but even if you thought that, how could you be mad at me for studying with him? I'm your wife, Steve. I'm not gonna cheat on you!" she finished with tears in her eyes.

"Laura, he may not be your type, but you could be his. I'm sure you're his. You're so… sexy, Laura Lee. You're everyone's type," Steve complained, placing a hand on her still bare thigh.

Laura shook her head and looked at him. "He's not interested in me, Steve. We're just friends. He's a really good friend, too. Terrible boyfriend material, but he's a good friend."

"Laura, I just… I can tell when a guy is interested in you. I can feel it in my bones. I've been able to tell since we were kids. Remember when we were six, and I got into trouble for gluing Roger Hanson's hands to the jungle gym?"

Laura's brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

"Well, I did it because I could tell that he liked you. Like-liked you. Then you felt bad for him and shared your snack with him, and… I don't know. I guess this is a pattern for me. I could tell that there was a possibility that I could lose you to him, so I overreacted and… pushed you right into his arms."

"Steve," Laura pressed softly, "you can't keep doing this to yourself. To us. You're my husband. You're the love of my life. You're my soul mate. I don't want anybody else. You're not pushing me into his arms, but you are pushing me away."

"I never wanna push you away from me," he purred, pulling her onto his lap.

Laura leaned into his neck. "Then you have to trust me… or pretend to trust me."

"I do trust you. It's them I don't trust," he insisted.

"You always say that, but unless you think other guys are gonna force themselves on me, that just doesn't make sense."

"They might! That happens all the time, Laura. 1 in 6 women in the U.S.-"

"No," she interrupted. "No, don't make this about that. That's not what this is about, and you know it."

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I know how unfair this is to you."

"And I know that it's out of your control, but you've gotta try to get better at this, Baby. I can't live on this short a leash."

"So… what? You're gonna leave me?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"No. Of course not, but I'm not gonna be happy, and you want me to be happy, don't you?"

"More than anything."

"Then try to give me a little more leeway. Please," she begged.

"Ok. I'll try. Do you think you and Alex are hanging out right now because of the test, or are you two really becoming friends?" he asked nervously.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "We've overlapped in other classes before. Most of this group has, actually. I'd like to keep hanging out with them."

"I'd like to meet them."

"Meet them or meet them and size them up?" she asked.

"The latter," he admitted.

She took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through her nose. "Ok. If it'll make you feel better, we can set something up after the test."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," She kissed his cheek. "You're a pain in my butt. You know that, right?"

He smiled weakly and pinched her butt. "This booty?" he teased.

"Ow!" she giggled, jumping slightly. "Yes. That's you. A pain!"

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. "I'm so glad you put up with me," he purred before tossing her onto the bed and jumping after her.