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The story of a happy marriage

married couple smut meme

Because all that fun hands-on intimacy isn't just for the swinging singles.

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prompts.

wedding night: what else do you expect to go down on your first night as a married couple?
honeymoon: enjoy the beaches of Florida or the twin-sun skies of Tatooine.
not the marrying sort: how did you, of all people, get hitched? nevermind, you might as well just reap the benefits.
arranged marriage: a contract needs a signing.
newlyweds: you two just can't keep your hands to yourselves. or your bodies off every piece of furniture you have.
night off: one of you is always busy, so time together is rare.
long distance: a more extreme version of the above. you two are married but don't live together, as one of you is always on the road...or on the run.
still so in love: no matter how long you've been together, the spark's still there.
hatesex: there's no spark here, as it's more like a raging inferno of resentment towards your ball and chain.
rekindle the spark: in continuation of spark talk, you guys are trying to recapture what you once had.
make-up sex: the best thing about marital spats? making up again!
romantic night: break out the chocolate and bubble bath.
still got it: they have no need for jealousy, as you have eyes only for them. you want to show them how beautiful they are.
domestically depraved: to the outside world, you're the Cleavers. in your own little world, you're still the perfect couple - just a bit kinky.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN

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[ She's not really the perfect marriage candidate, but she's in love with love and very passionate. Why not?

...fair warning, though, she's far from a fairy tale. Forget baggage, she comes with her own airport baggage claim department. ]

( here for #14 but more in a "fuck everybody who isn't us" unhealthy mess. )

[ Alternate timeline where Peter Parker's uncle is [insert character here]? Handwavey bullshit? I'm cool. ]

[ Spaaaaace marriage. ]

[ "arranged" more than likely, because why would anyone really want to? ]

[[So clearly, Ayame needs Kaga as her secretary, so that they can maintain the admiral/understudy relationship during marriage?]]

( Sure, I like the sound of that. Let's get it rolling! )

In retrospect, she wondered how much being married actually changed their relationship, outside of having an Official Excuse(tm) to have sex.

It was late again, and Ayame insisted on toiling away at paperwork. She could respect that; Kaga was a woman of duty and she always believed that getting the job done was the most important thing. Alas, the same did not extend to Kaga's patience. Because as much as she theorized that it didn't change their relationship very much, there was something it changed about her.

It was fortunate that she had the best excuse now, Ayame might work herself to death if not stopped, and she *did* tell Kaga to manage her workaholic nature. So the wife and secretary strode right toward the working woman, and coolly slammed a hand right on the paper she was writing on (just as she moved the pen).

"You do realize how late it is, yes? Even I believe work has its limits."

Even with the drastically lower rate of appearances from their Abyssal foes this past couple weeks, Ayame's work is never light. As Admiral, she shoulders the most responsibility in the island, and such a move from their enemies usually means Ayame must take this time to prepare for the next battle. The fleet continues to grow with every victory, giving Ayame more work to deal with. But she is fortunate that her hardworking secretary is always there to make her life better, in more ways than one.

It was a long road that took them to where they are now. Rivalries for Ayame's love and affection among the girls aside, Kaga had won Ayame's heart by being the one she could rely on the most. Tonight was no exception, as Kaga reminds her of her limits. The corner of Ayame's eye had noticed that familiar strut heading towards her desk even as she was absorbed in signing more paperwork her hand already feel so stiff. The sound of Kaga's palm against the desk snapped Ayame out of her train of thought, making her glance up towards Kaga. Her eyes followed that hand and arm, looking up to Kaga's chest and neck before Ayame's violet eyes meets with her wife's.

Ayame pauses for a moment; letting a sigh escape her as she leans her back against the chair. Her gloved hands pinches the bridge of her nose before peeking at her watch. It looks like an hour flew away without her realizing.

"Oh, my. I knew it was late the last I checked the time, but I didn't realize how late it already is now. That last hour flew by so quickly..."

Ayame follows with another sigh, shaking her head lightly before a weak smile forms on her features. Her hand moved to rub her neck and shoulder as she remains sheepish before her concerned wife.

She got Ayame's eyes, and for her work to stop. Good.

Once she was satisfied that Ayame would no longer wage war against any more paperwork, she drew herself back up. "Isn't it time we retired for the night?" Her voice was a little softer now--and dare she say it?--with a little more hope to it. "I hope that the paperwork and the other ships haven't worn you out." It was just the faintest hint of what she was in the mood for, especially given that tonight was the first night that Kaga would not return to the barracks where the majority of the shipgirls slept, but the coveted Admiral's Room.

Ayame stretches her arms before she stands up and sets her work material aside to free some space on her desk. Standing from her work prison reveals her pure white uniform, hugging her shapely figure. She runs her hands along to straighten her skirt as she steps out of her desk, listening to her wife and hearing Kaga's subtle hint that could only make her smile.

"This day has been exhausting indeed, in both my work and their collective energy draining my own..." she adds an exhausted giggle, standing next to Kaga. Ayame towers over her wife, especially as they stand within arms length from each other with Ayame's hands finding their way to rest on Kaga's hips. "But I will always have energy for you."

Ayame is aware of how special this night must be for her wife, after spending half of the day moving her belongings to their now shared room, and enduring the bitter glares from the other jealous girls. Ayame glances down at Kaga's left hand, holding it in her grasp and caressing that ring with her thumb.

There was always something about Ayame's sharp dresses that made her irresistible to Kaga. The rivalry she had with literally every other shipgirl of age (even Akagi!) was completely understandable, and that helped her stay above any squabbling. But seeing her up close was awe inspiring. Men would kill to see a view like this, but Kaga realized that women weren't so different in admiring beauty.

And the best part was being able to feel her. Kaga pressed herself into Ayame's hug, embracing her in turn. The feeling of one hand on her rear felt as good as her own grip on Ayame's. And neither woman was lacking in the chest department. Being much shorter than Ayame, even with her own platform sandals, meant that her own chest was buried partially under Ayame's meaning she almost got a face full of chest.

"This is sufficient," Kaga said, the slightest hint of happiness there. Yes, even just this felt good. Calm. "But we can do so much more." She looked at the other hand now, with Ayame's. The ring said that from now on, there was more to share than just touch.

"Certainly" Ayame agreed, taking Kaga's hand to give it a few short kisses. Her eyes look toward Kaga's, lashes batting as a smile forms on her features. Ayame gently grips on Kaga's hand, interlacing her fingers with Kaga's before her head nods gently towards the door.

"Come on, let's not wait any longer for your first night at my quarters" Ayame invites Kaga, taking the lead with Kaga in tow as her tight hold on her wife's hand pulls Kaga along. Ayame gives her wife a view of her backside as she looks over her shoulder, smiling softly as she opens the door to the quiet hallway. Everyone seem to have slept by now, so they have even the hallways to themselves as Ayame leads Kaga to her room.

Thank goodness. She wasn't sure if she could take any more waiting, especially with Ayame needing this as much as she did (and of course not realizing it). She interlaces her fingers with Ayame and walks dutifully behind, as much as she is able while still enjoying that hand contact. While it's ease to think of herself as Ayame's wife, it's hard *not* to think of herself as her secretary still; she took a moment to adjust the woman's collar with her free hand before fully allowing herself to be dragged along.

The walk to their room wasn't long, given it was in the same building. The room itself spoke just as equally of Ayame's personality and history as her office did--neat, driven, and a little somber. "I don't think I've been here," Kaga said after a moment. "But I can definitely tell that it's you."

Ayame lets go of Kaga's hand once they crossed the threshold and comfort of her room. It indeed reflects Ayame's personality in such ways. It's almost too neat to the eyes of someone who's never step foot inside, but it hides a darker side if one knows where to peel the layers. Ayame steps out of her pumps and frees her hand from those gloves before she begins to unbutton her dress coat.

"A person's bedroom is a glimpse of the owner's mind. Soon you'll be seeing more of yourself in these four walls" Ayame breathes a sigh of relief as her ample chest is freed from the tight coat's bind, revealing a lacy bra. Ayame beckons her wife's attention towards her with an inviting expression, mouthing the words "Come here"

Ayame was willing to break her nightly rituals before she retires for the night, as this evening is special and she cannot wait to spend the rest of it with her wife. Once Kaga answers her summons, Ayame's hands would be quick to find something to caress on her wife's body, eager to take off those layers that hide such a wonderful figure. Ayame's hands drift from Kaga's waist, feeling her palms run along the side of Kaga's breasts over her uniform and chest guard, stopping on those shoulders to slowly remove the strap of that chest guard off of one of them.

Kaga gave a knowing smile, especially once Ayame revealed herself. Not only was having someone just as curvy as you were a pleasant sight, it was also a great shared empathy. Kaga was big enough that if she failed to exercise enough, she'd be cursed with back problems (and even then, a nice back massage would do wonders. She knew Ayame appreciated them).

Kaga simply relished the touch of Ayame's hands on her sides, falling down to her hips. She leaned forward to let Ayame start stripping her, shedding off her usual uniform and reveal more of her body. As much as she wished she could have dressed a little sexier for this night, she hadn't perfectly planned for it, and she sure didn't want some of the other ship girls she stayed with (before tonight) asking questions.

"I hope you like what you see," Kaga's voice was just above a whisper. "I know I do."

"Well I see nothing but perfection" Ayame whispered, lifting Kaga's chin as she leans in for a deep and passionate kiss that nibbled on her wife's lips, guiding her gently to the bed. Ayame's mind blanks as she feels the soft recoil of the bed against their weight, not fully realizing how her hands just moved on their own, shedding both their layers simultaneously as Ayame's kiss grows more aggressive. Kicking off her heels, casting aside her jacket, her skirt, and gloves. Ayame's patience finally ran out. The sight of her wife in such a vulnerable state had awakened something in Ayame that she just couldn't wait any longer.

Her kiss drifts away from Kaga's lips, though it was quick to find another target to peck with it's warmth. She kissed at Kaga's cheek, her jaw, and down to that slender neck, so close that she feels Kaga's breathing. Ayame's hands moved to glide against Kaga's arms, each finding their counterpart to tightly hold and pin down against the mattress. The metal of their rings each shone a glint of the reflected light from the window.