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Complaints.
Whining.
Parents.
Casca almost kicked down a fire hydrant on the way home, from how overworked and stressed she was.
She had her friend and co-worker, Guts, for much needed assistance whenever she felt her anger reach boiling point but still.
She had to deal with a boatload of whiny, entitled parents, who yelled at her over the phone daily for their child not winning the week's 20th track meet.
And the fact that a ton of the kids she loved coaching, were suddenly pulled out of her class and placed with Griffith.
Curse you, sexism.
But all of that paled in comparison to the sad reality of being apart from her beloved husband, Judeau, for over 2 weeks, because he was on a business trip in the middle of Bumfucknowhere, minor Midland.
She missed coming to him daily after a grueling day of work, to hear him call her "the light of his life" after he pulled her in for a kiss, which was always reciprocated, and more often than not, led to them fucking on the couch, because they were way too impatient to make it to their bedroom upstairs.
She had to deal with one more week of going through this shit, before the love of her life came home and silently rejoiced, only to be reminded he wasn't home to greet her as she unlocked the door to their shared home.
Normally, he'd be in the kitchen, whipping up new dishes for them to both try over dinner, but here she was, rummaging through the cabinets for the last microwave spaghetti box.
She ran a bath for herself after eating, with a distinct lack of a barely shorter than her husband, who would wrap his strong arms around her midsection and whose gorgeous blonde locks would curl around her neck as he left tiny little kisses all over her shoulders and back.
The ache in her core was desperate, it had been way too long since she took care of herself and the issue was further compounded by seeing one of his clean, white shirts, hanging on the bathroom clotheslines.
She got up from the bathtub and took the shirt down, holding it in her arms and taking a big sniff, it still smelt of him, lavender and roses to be exact, he had made sure to spray lots of his usual perfume onto the clothes he left behind, that thoughtful fucker.
She rushes up to the bedroom, shirt in hand.
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Judeau finally landed in the airport of Inner Midland, after a grueling 10 hour flight from the one in Falconia.
As fun as his business trip was, with all the animal sanctuaries he got to volunteer at, there was just one tiny thing that put a slight dent in his enjoyment.
He had been away from his wife for too long and when he was offered the chance to leave early, he instantly said yes.
He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms and all he had ahead of him was the 30 minute drive to their home.
He could hold in his excitement, he was a famously patient guy and he knew Casca would be delighted to learn he'd come home early as a surprise.
The taxi stopped soon enough, he paid his stupidly high fare and there he was, facing the bright pink tiles (Casca's idea though she would never admit it to anyone else) of their home.
He unlocked the front door and Casca wasn't home, maybe she went out for a drink with Guts and Griffith?
And then he heard the faint yet unmistakable sound of a moan, which prompted him to quietly inch his way up the stairs and onto the hallway, where the door to their bedroom was half open.
And there was his wife, sprawled across their bed, dressed in only his button-up shirt, two of her fingers disappearing inside of her. "Judeau!" she longingly cried out as she pleasured herself to the thought of her husband, not knowing he was standing right there, in the doorway.
He accidentally pushed the door a little, in his excitement, making a creaking sound that alerted Casca to his presence.
She instantly shot up from the bed, yelling "Judeau, I thought you would be in Falconia for another week?!" at him.
"I was. But I'm home now, darling." he said, walking up to her and closing the distance between them by pulling her into a passionate kiss, he so sorely missed this, missed her badly, and so did she.
"C-Can I touch you?" he nervously asked her and she let out a tiny little laugh, caressing his cheek.
"You're still asking me after 6 years of dating and 2 years of marriage?"
"Well, consent is import-" She quickly shut him up by kissing him again and not so subtly grinding against the tent in his trousers, hips jerking upwards as he gently kneaded her breasts with his hands too.
He suddenly stopped, getting off the bed and Casca whined at the loss of his gentle touch upon her skin, but her attention was quickly drawn to the slow, methodical way he unbuttoned his shirt, her mouth watering at the tiny glimpses of skin she could see.
She sat up on the bed too, maintaining eye contact with him as that damned shirt finally fell off his well built frame and he moved to unbuckle his belt when she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Cas...?" the raven haired woman smirked as her husband whimpered at the mere feeling of her hands pressed against his heated, freckled skin, traversing downwards till she reached his belt, removing it in one clean stroke.
He graciously shimmied out of his briefs for her, letting out a low hiss as his member finally sprung free, head dripping with precum as he had been very worked up watching her touch herself to the thought of him earlier.
"Fuck, I love you." They both said at the same time, drawing out giggles from the husband and wife duo as Judeau pushed her back onto the plush bed, flipping her over so that her ass was in the air.
"Are you not," she paused for dramatic effect, craning her head back so she could look at him, "Going to fuck me, my heart?"
"Oh, I will, let me adjust," he said, moving forward a little so that the head of his cock made repeated contact with her slick covered folds, sending shivers down both their spines.
He asked if she was ready and she nodded, frantically grabbing a pillow to bite down on as her husband's thick cock slowly pressed against her entrance, "You're doing great, my light," he cooed, as he fully sheathed himself inside of her, not moving in fear of hurting her.
"God, just fuck me already!" And before he could protest, she was on her hands and knees, bouncing on his dick, moans punctuating every move of hers and he just couldn't take it anymore.
His hips snapped backwards, followed by a powerful thrust forward, causing the two of them to cry out in unison as Judeau was finally fucking her with a level of ferocity usually reserved for when he was at his most desperate.
She was so warm and tight around him and it took every last ounce of restraint in him to not finish inside of her right then and there.
"I missed you so much, darling," he said after a particularly harsh thrust, "I never want to be away from you for that long ever again."
He momentarily pulled out, much to her dismay, before once again flipping her over so that they would be facing each other instead.
Her arms reached up to wrap around him as he spread open her legs and filled her once again, the new position had him sliding against her most sensitive spots in ways that made her scream her beloved's name.
"God, I'm gonna cum soon, Deau..." He pulled her into a searing kiss, "Me too, Cas..."
His thrusts had been getting sloppier as they both barreled towards the edge of release, Casca came first, her walls clenching around him and with a final shout of her name and his head buried in the crook of her neck, he spilled his seed inside of her at the same time.
"I love you, my heart," she said after a brief pause so she could catch her breath, "Never ever leave for that fucking long again." Another pause. "Asshole."
He nuzzled his nose against hers, replying that he wouldn't because his home is where the love of his life is.
"I'm gonna go grab some tissues and run a bath for us," he said, carefully pulling out so it wouldn't hurt.
"Oh and before I forget,"
"I love you too, my light."