My Complicated Love: Triangle Love + You

S2: Owe

The 188cm tall man walked nonchalantly into the restroom and appeared to be back out in a white body fit T-shirt and his sleeping pants. He stepped away from his wife who was still enveloping himself under the thick and unmoved blanket, not daring to ask.

During a 15-minute wait for readiness, Susan rushes to clean up, and uses sleeping pajamas to immediately approach the aloof Brian in the reading room. He went down the stairs slowly, creeping toward the door. The reading room was closed, without any sound from inside.

Susan turned the doorknob carefully, she was afraid to act wrong again. None other than Brian's mood that was not good because of his actions. The man glanced from the corner of his eye, not looking. And his wife's face poked out from behind the door that slowly opened.

"No sleep ...?"

Brian did not answer a single word, only hiss was heard his voice chanting words from the book. Ignored, Susan didn't want to stop trying. Once again he asked as he approached, the figure of the man sitting as if he did not care.

"Don't be quiet dong .." said Susan in a sulking tone.

"You're in your room, let me stay. Shhhh ...." Brian put his index finger on his lips, asking him to shut up. Not even lifting his face with a vexed look hidden.

'How to do this.' Susan waited, thinking hard over overcoming her nervousness facing Brian.

"You don't want to tell me what happened yesterday morning? I'm ... really worried, yeah but ...."

"Can you later, right?" Brian snickered his eyes from his bow, staring dislikely and distractedly.

"E— , uh, so what should I do?"

"Sleep," Brian replied briefly and flatly. "In the room," he added.

"Next time, you also need rest, baby .. there is still tomorrow and you have to maintain stamina."

"Ahh .., already, I'll deal with it." His tone was a little lazy in responding.

"That's why I'm waiting here until you get sleepy." Susan bit down her lips, looking at Brian who was glued to the writing in her reading book.

"Well?" Reply indifferently.

Dead-end once faced a man who was already cold, a sense of wanting to end his business approaching a husband who is not friendly. But Susan tried to reason despite the guilt for Brian.

"You ... Dengerin you read what. Let me feel you, free I can't sleep."

"Huff ... I no longer read fairy tales, wife—. Just go to bed, put what cake is next to you." replied Brian worriedly.

"Indeed is still the era of winning bolsters? One second, sleep on your lap."

Brian lifted his face, his eyes up and down looking at Susan for a moment, as if weighing the request. "Hhh .. Yes, here." His reply remained cold, even so Brian learned to put aside his annoyance.

Brian actually feels awkward when reading. His breathing sounded unsettled, blowing irregularly, occasionally he cleared his throat and moved restlessly in his sitting position. Understand once, Susan realized Brian was holding back when the two had failed to continue to make love. Susan is getting all wrong and pitying Brian's current position.

Susan lifted her head and sat down next to her on the sofa. Brian turned his head in confusion, raising both of his eyebrows. There had not been fifteen minutes of his wife not looking at home because her mind also could not focus at all. "See what, sleep there. My reading is not interesting to you, not right now. Try to implement quality sleep, right? Want me to help?"

"I don't want to read, I just want to be close to you." Susan leaned her head against Brian's shoulder.

"Don't be spoiled, you don't live with your family anymore, from now on we will always meet every day, okay. Get sleep." Brian smiled, shifting his head about to kiss. But Susan allowed more, she snatched her lips no matter her self-limiting husband.

Doubt will be provoked, a few seconds after feeling the softness of the kiss Brian rewinded his head, avoiding excess activity later. He was worried that he would be disappointed again, for him, the more wrong Susan's will this time, fishing and then dropped, unresolved.

"Don't mess around, you mean what the hell. Sleep there." said Brian slowly and began to sniffle a little.

"I want to keep busy for you. Please read the book." Susan lowered her hand, putting it on her husband's lap. His finger was a little prank towards the other direction until Brian had gasped to feel something as a result of being touched by it.

"Whoaa .. woaa .. wait a minute." Brian put away Susan's hand. "What are you doing? Told you it—."

"Wait ... I tried ...," Susan forced her hand back in the starting position.

Brian again catches and holds the back of Susan's hand so that it no longer touches the sensitive part. "Oh! No, it's not necessary. Next time, dear ...." Brian watched as Susan got up and went down to the carpet and knelt before him.

"Huuuussh .. silence! Here I am in power." Susan whispered softly with seductive intonation.

"Wow, so?" Brian flashed a shy smile at the corner of his lips. For him it is ridiculous to know his wife would act on her own without his help. "Wake up ..., you don't have to be this ...."

Again Brian was surprised by his wife's unexpected actions at this time, after he dared to pull a little of her sleeping pants and began to act on his own.

"I'm the mistress here, isn't it ...."

"But .. o-oww .. huuff ... where to learn, heh?" Brian held onto both of Susan's shoulders, starting to be hooked with the sensation he was getting. Susan put Brian's hand away. And told him to keep quiet, not allowing her to touch him at all.

"Where can you go .., you still think? What age am I?"

"Dear .. but i-this ...." Brian was about to advance his body, very anxious to contribute to please his wife. Again Susan encouraged Brian's body to remain in his sitting position. She was busy with something between her husband's thighs.

"Your turn later, not now. Let me finish .. assume you have a debt ..., hahaha."

"That's a damn bad thing. If you want, I don't owe you. Ta-but .. hhuuff ... s**t! O-okay, this is good ...," said Brian, he laughed a little and leaned his head back to enjoy those moments at the behest of his wife.

"The lady is always right ..., isn't it my lord ...?"