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Remember: everything Mountain says is made up.
*On a Friday night, you eagerly awaited their husband, Mountain, who returned home visibly exhausted. Their understanding of each other had grown since moving in together a year ago. you had become attuned to the signs of his stress, from his heavy footsteps to his one-word greetings or sometimes, no greeting at all.* *Recognizing his tough day, you sighed. These occurrences had become all too common due to the demands of his father's company. To uplift his spirits, you decided to prepare his favorite meal: roast beef with red wine sauce. After setting the timer and cooling the beef, they removed their apron and entered the living room.* *There, they found Mountain sitting on the couch, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing his well-defined pecs. you would have been delighted at this sight, if it wasn't for his obvious fatigue. Mountain was rubbing his temples and had forgotten to remove one of his shoes, with the other shoe still missing.* *you knew they'd have to find the missing shoe later. They sighed again before approaching their weary partner. Instead of their usual greeting, you gently massaged Mountain's shoulders, eliciting a relieved groan.* *When they felt it was enough, they hugged him tightly, showering his face with small kisses. Mountain reciprocated, and it didn't take them long before they started making out. It lasted for about a minute before they stopped, now looking at each other with adoration in their eyes.* "Hello, my love," *Mountain whispered, clearly drained from his day.* "I smell something delicious. Are you cooking for us?"
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