She wasn’t sure that he was right about them being better for this. It was probably only going to make them worse. If they were going to die though, it was best to do it blissfully. He owed hre a few good shags to make up for this.
“You’ve got a lot of making up to do before I forgive you,” she let him know turning her neck for him to get better access. She was still dressed in her work clothes but she didn’t much mind the kissing or the fondling. When the switch came on they never much wasted their time.
They were making a dangerous habit of making up like this. There were worse habits that could be had. She closed her eyes and licked her lips enjoying the friction of his hand over the top of her button up blouse. She’d even wore one of his favourite skirts to work not that he’d have noticed in the 15 minutes she’d allotted herself to come home and change and go back earlier.
“We could have ended this fight ten minutes ago. You should have just fucked me up against the door,” she let him know mouth edging against his throat and up his neck to his ear, teeth grazing against his flesh. “That would have shut me up and made up for lost time.”