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It was late at night, pratically early morning. Twin wine glasses lay discarded on the kitchen counter as he kissed my neck. I felt warm all over when he kissed me.

We were in the bedroom, and the only light came from the windows above us. My man's hands touched all over. Maybe it was the practice of checking so much product but his fingertips where expert, coaxing out familiar sensations wherever he touched.

Getting heated, I pulled him closer by the belt loops. My lips found his neck and kissed a trail all the way up to his jaw. I was about to unbuckle his belt when my fingers brushed against something cold.

Opening my eyes, I pushed him away, incredulous. "Why do you have that in the house?"

Shutting his eyes, I saw him tilt his head upward in exasperation. No doubt he was tired of my lectures by now.

"Baby, it was an honest mistake. Can we please just forget about it for a little while?" He asked, hands holding my shoulders steady.

I sighed, relenting. It had been a while since he brought work home so I let it go. I wasn't in the clearest head space to be judging him now.

"Just, put it away okay?"

Nodding silently, he left the room for a few minutes to lock it in the safe before returning to me. Despite the lust he was no doubt feeling, he gave me an earnest look. "Baby, I want you to know that I really didn't intend to bring it back here. I know how you don't like this shit, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home okay?"

Smiling softly, I grabbed his collar and kissed him hard. "I said it was fine, honey."

He smiled into our kiss and wrapped his arms around my waist tilting me backward, as if we were ballroom dancing. I giggled at his extravagance.

When the fun was over though, I couldn't stop thinking about the weapon under our roof. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said.

I wanted to be comfortable in my own home too. I just needed to find a way to live with his 'occupation'. For now, the most comfort I could derive stemmed from hiding my face in his embrace.

Even if he was the cause of my discomfort, I knew I could always run to him. It was a peculiar paradox.

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