You've spent the day hiking, enjoying the sun and the intimacy of being alone with nature. Meanwhile your sub has been at your apartment waiting for you most of the day. Preparing dinner and just getting things generally cozy. The night before involved a pretty heated argument. Words thrown around and patience wearing thin on both ends. You knew she felt terrible but couldn't help wanting to punish her anyways. You wanted her to say sorry like she meant it. She was a brat after all and did enjoy it. As you pull in the driveway an idea enters your head. Your boots are filthy and so is she. Maybe...would she go for it? You enter your apartment to the smell of basil and onion emanating from the kitchen. The fireplace crackling and soft music deifting out from the living room. Ah. You're favorite sauce. You're favorite spot set up for you. Maybe you wouldn't.... As you close the door. She greets you. Smile radiant and bubbly. Fuck, we're you ever gonna ruin that.