Summary: You want to wind down after a bad day at work, but Steven is over-eager as always. You decide to take control and set your own pace, presenting challenges for the both of you that require some cheeky solutions.
Content: Fluff, angst?? a little, smut (more than a little), handcuffs, afab reader, language is gender-neutral except anatomy.
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From the time that you entered the familiar open-concept apartment, it was clear that your and Steven's work days had gone very differently from each other. You'd had an extraordinarily stressful day at work-your boss had chewed you out and you'd had to skip your lunch break-and you were tired, pissed, and ready for some peace and quiet with your gentle, darling boyfriend. You figured the two of you could order pizza or Chinese and curl up on the couch to watch a classic movie.
When you opened the door to your shared flat, though, you knew immediately that Steven had other ideas. He was standing in the kitchen, apron on and tongs in hand, and the smell of garlic and oregano filled the air. He seemed abnormally cheery, humming along to a playlist of show tunes that echoed from his phone by the sink.
"Oh! Hello, darling!" he said when he heard the lock click behind you. "Just making us some pasta. Hope that sounds good, yeah? My shift ended early at the museum and I thought I'd treat us to a home-cooked meal."
"Sounds great, love," You inhaled deeply as you plopped your workbag on the couch, hoping that the decadent aromatics would ease the tension in your body. It was nice to see Steven so bubbly, and even nicer to see him cooking one of your favorite dishes. Still, you weren't exactly able to work up an appetite considering the verbal abuse you'd endured from your boss. Especially since, for the record, you hadn't done anything wrong. You started toward the kitchen, figuring a glass of water might help you relax enough to stir up an interest in the wildly inauthentic Italian cuisine before you. To be fair, Steven would normally be a stickler for accuracy, but being vegan doesn't make for the easiest adherence to traditional Italian food.
