𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

69 - [JM] Concupiscence

C O N C U P I S C E N C E
noun [kon-kyoo-pi-suh ns, kong-]

Sexual desire; lust.

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
Mature content up ahead

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You turned onto your side as you laid on the couch, watching some random talk show on television, hoping that you'd start enjoying your time.

You were bored out of your mind. You wanted to do something stimulating and you've tried playing a few video games on the Xbox in your living room but nothing seems to be working.

You miss your gaming partner, who happens to be your life partner too. James is abroad filming a new project that he is producing as well. It's a psychological thriller film inspired by true events. Once he told you the story, you were excited to see how it would turn out.

But this is the first time that he couldn't come home for a break. He always comes for about five days every month to spend face to face time with his family but it's been almost three months since you've seen him and you despise it.

You've thought about surprising him on set but having a five year old son doesn't exactly allow you to have the luxury to cut everything and have a vacation. He's got preschool and he doesn't enjoy sudden change. Plus, you have your own work too and you can't afford to leave it.

And so you lay on your couch... staring at your TV, with the remote almost falling out of your hand from your loose grasp on it.

You were about to drift of to sleep as you seemingly skimmed through channels unconsciously when you stopped on one suddenly.

Your eyes widened a little. They were showing one of James' films, 'The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him'. You started to sit up straight, leaning forward in your seat and staring at your husband's face on TV.

You saw him smiling, acting in a scene alongside Jessica Chastain. You smiled a little too. You always loved his character from that film. In some ways it did in fact remind you of James, other than the looks of course.

The characters were sitting in a car talking about something. You weren't paying attention to the words spoken but looking at every single frame with the thought 'that's my man right there'.

You grinned at yourself but then sulked. You started to miss him more and-

The scenes mood shifted, and so did yours. You watched as you witnessed him kissing the other character in the car, which then escalated pretty quickly.

It's a romance film so obviously there would be... romance. But that's not what was bothering you. All you could think off was yourself instead of Eleanor Rigby.

The way he holds you tenderly, the way he stares deeply in your eyes waiting for you to make the first move even though he know well enough that he'll end up doing it instead. The way he'd caress your cheeks and plant soft kisses on your neck and hands.

But most of all... the way he'd love you. It'd feel like it was the last day on earth, and not in a cheesy, fictional way. Every single time, he'd love you with the same passion, if not more, and you'd never get enough of it-