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Timeline: 3 months married
7:12am
Ryan sat at her vanity, the everyday scent of coconut oil and shea butter mixing with her Fenty foundation. Sophie loved watching her wife's morning routine - the careful protection of her silk press with her bonnet, the way she took her time with each step.Sophie's headphones from last night's production session still lay tangled on the nightstand, right next to Ryan's phone that kept lighting up with emails she was intentionally ignoring. Sophie had already set up her laptop in the small office/home studio for another day of remote production work, but for now, watching her wife get ready was a much better view."Baby, you're staring," Ryan looked away from the mirror."Can't help it," Sophie stretched lazily, admiring how Ryan's robe had slipped just enough to reveal that spot on her shoulder that Sophie had marked up last night. "My wife fine as hell."Wife. Three months in and that word still tasted like brown sugar on Sophie's tongue.She watched the same routine she'd watched a hundred times before - foundation, concealer, mascara, lips - but now with that band of gold that said forever on Ryan's finger."You got that look again," Ryan applied her mascara."What look?""Like you plotting something.""Just thinking about how lucky I am. The baddest woman in the world really married my ass."Ryan's hand paused, her eyes meeting Sophie's in the mirror. That tough exterior might still be there for the rest of the world, but Sophie saw what marriage had done - how it had softened Ryan's edges just enough, just for her.A few seconds later, those strong drummer's arms slid around her waist like they belonged there. And they did - they always had."Girl, you are not about to start," Ryan warned, but her body betrayed her, melting back against Sophie's chest. Their eyes met in the mirror, and that look - Fuck.Sophie's lips found her favorite spot on Ryan's neck, right where her pulse jumped. "What's wrong, wifey?""Sophie..." It came out weaker than Ryan intended, more breath than warning."Hmm?" Sophie's hands traced shapes over the silk at Ryan's waist. "Tell me to stop then.""I have a meeting..." But Ryan's head was already tilting, giving Sophie better access. "My makeup…""In an hour." Sophie's fingers found the loose knot of Ryan's robe. "And you look perfect already."Ryan turned in Sophie's arms, their foreheads touching as the air got warm between them. "You're a dangerous woman," she whispered, but her hands were already sliding up Sophie's arms."Just say the word. And I'll stop."
7:54am
Ryan stood at the vanity again, frantically trying to fix her smudged mascara. "I can't believe I let you do that to me."Sophie lounged in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, looking way too satisfied with herself. "Pretty sure you weren't complaining five minutes ago. —Matter fact, there's plenty more where that came from.""Girl, stop." Ryan's phone vibrated again, and she groaned at the time. "I'm definitely going to be late.""Worth it though, right?"Ryan's smile told a whole story without her even opening her mouth.Sophie set down her coffee and crossed to her wife, hands moving to straighten Ryan's collar. Her fingers smoothed imaginary wrinkles just to stay close a moment longer.At the door, Ryan turned for one last kiss. "Try not to miss me too much.""Impossible." Sophie breathed the word against Ryan's lips, both of them smiling at how that word had transformed from their early days - from Ryan's walls to this, to them, to forever.A few moments after Ryan had left, Sophie fell back onto their bed, breathing in her wife's scent, which was still heavy on the sheets. Three months of marriage, years of loving this woman, and still - still - she wanted that woman badly at all times.Still like that. Always gonna be like that. [9:15 AM] Sophie: My jaw still aching from eating you up this morning 😏[9:20 AM] Sophie: My fingers still taste like you 🫰🏽[9:30 AM] Sophie: Your thighs were shaking so bad you almost broke my nose[10:00 AM] Sophie: Found your silk panties... still wet. Damn baby[10:45 AM] Sophie: The way you begged me not to stop... that's my new favorite beat 🥁[11:15 AM] Sophie: Pretty sure the whole block heard you screaming my name 😈 [12:30 PM] Ryan: Meeting went amazing. No thanks to you tryna to kill me[12:31 PM] Sophie: Oh she lives! How'd you manage to focus? 😇[12:31 PM] Ryan: Years of practice ignoring your Tom-Foolery[12:32 PM] Sophie: Who's Tom? Is that what we calling it now?[12:32 PM] Ryan: You're terrible[12:33 PM] Sophie: That's not what you said this morning... pretty sure you said I was incredible actually[12:33 PM] Ryan: ...I hate you[12:34 PM] Sophie: Lies. You love me. You even married me.[12:34 PM] Ryan: Starting to rethink that decision[12:35 PM] Sophie: Too late baby, you're stuck with me and my tom-foolery foreva 😘
[12:35 PM] Ryan: Speaking of... I'll be home early[12:36 PM] Sophie: Oh? 👀[12:36 PM] Ryan: Seems like my wife needs a reminder about proper meeting etiquette[12:37 PM] Sophie: Promise? 😅[12:37 PM] Ryan: Don't start something you can't finish Moore[12:38 PM] Sophie: Wilder-Moore — And I always finish what I start... as you well know 👅[12:38 PM] Ryan: 1 hour.[12:39 PM] Sophie: I'll be waiting... might not be wearing much[12:39 PM] Ryan: 45 minutes.[12:40 PM] Sophie: Drive safe baby ❤️
1:18pm
The front door clicked open exactly thirty-eight minutes later - not that Sophie was counting. She stayed focused on the drum track playing through her headphones, pencil tapping against her notebook as she worked out a new rhythm pattern.The office door creaked open, and Sophie didn't need to look up to know Ryan was there - she could feel those eyes on her. When she finally glanced over her shoulder, she saw the hunger in Ryan.Ryan's heels snapped to a stop in the doorway, her power suit still fresh despite the rushed drive home. Her eyes followed Sophie in those grey boxer shorts that were suspiciously too low on her hips. "Lord have mercy...""Mm," Sophie spun slowly in her chair. "You made it home in record time, Mrs. Wilder-Moore. But mercy ain't what you came home for."The jacket hit the floor before Ryan even finished closing the door behind her.