NBA

The Fight

"He was flirting with you."

"No he wasn't, it's called being friendly maybe you should try it sometime," Hannah glares at her husband, taking off her coat and hanging it on the coat hook beside their door.

"I am friendly, but I'm not that friendly with women when their husbands are standing right there!" Blake says shrugging off his own coat, hanging it over the top of Hannah's, making her glare even more.

"You know they don't dry when you overlap them, Jesus Blake is it just piss off your wife day today?" Hannah snaps hanging his coat on the coat on the hook next to hers.

"Yes, because I really enjoy fighting with you, Hannah, it's the highlight of my day," Blake says sarcastically opening his beer on the counter knowing how much it annoys Hannah when he does that.

"If you damage that counter, you're paying for it to be fixed," Hannah snaps pushing past him.

"Ha, when don't I pay for something," Blake scoffs, sculling back his beer, the cool liquid sliding down his throat with ease.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hannah asks whipping around, her hair flying everywhere as she does so, making Blake lick his lips at how sexy his wife is when she's mad.

"Whatever you want it too, darling," Blake grins sarcastically, knowing she hates it when he calls her darling.

"You're an asshole, have fun sleeping on the couch," Hannah huffs pushing past him again and climbing up the stairs to their shared room, slamming the door behind her.

Blake sighs, slamming his beer bottle on the bench, he hated sleeping on the couch, it was always cold and uncomfortable, and it made him feel lonely knowing he couldn't at any point reach over and snuggle up to his incredibly, warm and sexy wife. Blake taps his fingers against the bench before climbing up the stairs to their bedroom. He goes to knock, but decides against it, because it's his damn room too.

Blake opens the door and is met with two glaring eyes, "Here's your pillow and a blanket," Hannah smiles sweetly handing him the nicely folded blanket and his pillow.

"Why do I have to sleep downstairs when you're the one flirting with other men?" Blake asks taking his pillow and placing it back on his side of the bed.

"You do realise how stupid you sound right now, right?" Hannah questions throwing the blanket on the floor. "I wasn't and never will flirt with any other man, you know I love you Blake. Even when you're being an insufferable asshole," Hannah curses crossig the room to their shared dresser and pulling out one of his shirts to slip in.

Blake sighs loudly making her turn around, "What?" she asks, her lips pursed and hands on her hips in a demanding manner, making him cuckle.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, comming closer towards her, "I get jelous and turn into an insufferable asshole, but I'm an insufferable asshole that loves you more than the stars shine," Blake smiles cocking his head to the side in an adorable way, making Hannah smile slightly.

"I love you too, idiot," Hannah smiles shaking her head, making her hair bounce around her face.

"Am I forgiven?" Blake asks tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Eh," Hannah shrugs, laughing as Blake pouts.

"Please, I know you can't resist this," Blake winks moving his hand up and down his body making Hannah giggle.

"You're forgiven," Hannah smiles standing on her tiptoes to press her lips against Blake's, their lips fitting together effortlessly. Blake picks Hannah up and throws her gently on the bed making her squeal, before he presses his lips against hers again, licking his way into her mouth as her hands tangle themselves in his hair. Blake lifts his head making Hannah whine.

"Does this mean I can sleep in our bed?" Blake asks, his lips centimetres away from Hannah's.

"Not if you stop kissing me," Hannah laughs as Blake kisses everywhere his lips can reach.

"Anything for you babe," Blake winks.

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