My Man (18+) ✔️

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Inessa woke up suddenly, her stomach rumbling with an intense craving for strawberries. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. Confused but unable to ignore her hunger, she decided to satisfy her craving. She quietly tiptoed to the kitchen, hoping not to wake Vincent.

Opening the fridge, Inessa's face fell as she realized there were no strawberries. She pouted, feeling disappointed by the lack of her desired treat. Rubbing her stomach, she wondered why she was so ravenous at this hour. Determined to find something else to eat, she rummaged through the fridge and pantry, searching for a suitable substitute.

As Inessa prepared herself a cup of tea, her mind preoccupied with her hunger, she forgot to let it cool down before picking it up. With a yelp of pain, the scalding hot liquid slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor, leaving broken ceramic and spilled tea in its wake.

Startled by the sound of the glass breaking, Vincent woke up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, his concern evident on his face. "Inessa, what happened?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Inessa turned towards him, a mixture of panic and embarrassment in her eyes. "I... I dropped the cup. It was hot, and I didn't realize it. I'm so sorry," she explained, her voice tinged with frustration.

Vincent let out a chuckle, relief washing over him as he realized it was nothing serious. He gently approached her, his eyes softening. "It's alright, Inessa. Accidents happen. I'm just glad you're okay," he reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

With a tender smile, he continued, "But I think it's clear that I should never leave you alone in the kitchen at three in the morning again. Let's clean this up together."

Vincent grabbed a broom and dustpan while Inessa fetched a cloth to wipe away the spilled tea. As they worked side by side, laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been lingering in the air. Inessa couldn't help but giggle at the situation, finding solace in Vincent's presence.

However, in the midst of cleaning, Inessa accidentally cut her hand on a shard of glass. She winced in pain, holding her injured hand close to her chest. Vincent immediately noticed and rushed to her side, his concern evident.

"Are you okay? Let me see," he said, gently taking her hand and examining the wound. With great care, he cleaned the cut and bandaged it, all the while soothing her with comforting words.

Once her hand was taken care of, Vincent guided Inessa to the living room, urging her to rest. But Inessa, still wide awake and not ready to sleep, leaned against the kitchen counter. Vincent couldn't resist her stubborn determination and decided to keep her company.

They cuddled together, finding solace in each other's arms as they leaned against the counter, sipping warm tea. Vincent gazed down at Inessa, his eyes filled with affection.

"Inessa, it's late, and you need rest. Let's go back to bed," he suggested, his voice gentle yet persuasive.

Inessa yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. "I don't want to go back to bed just yet. I want to stay here with you," she murmured, snuggling closer to him.

Vincent smiled, understanding her desire to cherish the quiet moments they shared. Gently lifting her up, he carried her back to their bedroom, tucking her in under the covers. As he stood by the bed, he watched Inessa drift off to sleep.

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The next morning, as the sunlight streamed through the curtains, Inessa woke up with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Unable to contain her playful energy, she poked Vincent's side and made funny sounds, trying to rouse him from his slumber.

Vincent stirred, groaning softly as he slowly opened his eyes. Before he could fully wake up, Inessa leaned in and playfully bit his finger, causing him to yelp in surprise. She burst into laughter, her amusement contagious.

"Oh, sorry! Your finger just looked so delicious," Inessa said between giggles, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Vincent chuckled, rubbing his finger and feigning offense. "Well, I'll have to keep my fingers away from you then," he replied, his voice filled with laughter.

Inessa's laughter subsided, and she playfully narrowed her eyes at Vincent. "You know, if you don't get off me right now, I might just have to bite your nose off," she threatened, her tone teasing.

Vincent raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his face. Instead of heeding her warning, he playfully pinned Inessa down on the bed, his hands holding her wrists gently. "Oh, really? You think you can intimidate me with nose-biting threats?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Inessa squirmed beneath him, pretending to struggle against his hold. "You better let me go, or else!" she exclaimed, trying to sound serious but failing to hide her laughter.

Vincent leaned in closer, his lips hovering near her ear. "Or else what, my feisty love?" he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Inessa's spine.

Before Inessa could respond, Vincent captured her lips in a passionate kiss, effectively leaving her flustered and momentarily speechless. When he pulled away, a smug smile played on his lips.

Inessa's cheeks flushed, and she shyly averted her gaze, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and shyness. Vincent released her wrists, allowing her to sit up, and he made his way to the kitchen.

As Inessa watched him walk away, a dreamy smile spread across her face. She couldn't help but feel a surge of love for the man who always knew how to make her heart skip a beat.

Vincent shook his head with a smile, watching Inessa walk away. He knew he couldn't win against her wit and playfulness. But that was exactly why he loved her. She kept him on his toes and always made him feel alive.

He finished making breakfast, and they sat down at the table together, enjoying their meal and chatting about their plans for the day. As they finished, Inessa got up to clear the dishes, but Vincent stopped her, telling her to relax and enjoy the morning.

They spent the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch, watching their favorite show and talking about their dreams and aspirations. Vincent felt so grateful to have someone like Inessa by his side, someone who brought so much joy and light into his life.

As the day went on, they went out for a walk, exploring the city and enjoying the sunshine. Inessa couldn't resist teasing Vincent every now and then, but he didn't mind. It was all part of the fun.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back to their apartment, exhausted but happy. Vincent wrapped his arms around Inessa, feeling content and at peace.

He knew that life would throw challenges their way, but with Inessa by his side, he felt confident that they could handle anything that came their way. And as they fell asleep that night, wrapped up in each other's arms, Vincent felt more in love than ever before. 

A/N

I laughed at this part, this wasn't even a serious part because I don't like that serious shit.

But I hope you had fun reading it!

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