instinctiveliar:

Their family life has only gotten h a r d e r what with being constantly in the public’s eye, and the pressures of his JOB. It had made Howard both cold and d i s t a n t towards both Maria and there son, and yet he had someone how convinced himself that everything he did was for them, all the press , the stark expo                           the long h o u r s at home. ALL FOR THEM. But could he forgive himself? for the things he did at home? the physical lashings out when he was drunk. He hadn’t d e l u d e d  himself, even in the mornings when he didn’t remember doing it, the bruise’s on his wife’s face or arms? those were conformation and yet he eludes it, tries to forget but it’s always there, a l w a y s there, reminding him of the MONSTER he’s become. He loves it, when she speaks her m o t h e r tongue, it’s his Maria, his beautiful wife who was passionate and kind and gentle ( at least she had been b e f o r e he had wrecked their marriage ) it’s a reminder of how and why they fell in love in the f i r s t place. ETERNAL, that’s their love’s definition but it’s become more complicated, more difficult but it’s still there. She’s so on the mark, knowing just how to touch him in o r d e r to get him going                                          they know each others bodies well, better perhaps than they knew their own.  ❝I know d a r l i n g.❞ it’s almost a purr as he moves his hand from her, knowing that perhaps she won’t like the l o s s of contact                       but it won’t be for long. Her hand moves off his member and that’s all the intensive he needs, that and her previous motions of her hips, pressing down on his hand s e e k i n g more friction.  ❝ I love you.❞ it’s the h o n e s t truth, gentle , whispered in her ear as he pulls her close, pressing her against the wall, lips press to just below her ear, hand moving to grasp her leg, lifting it up slight so it reached his waist, giving her the incentive to wrap her leg around her waist if she p l e a s e s. He craves her, aches for her and needs her, they have spent far too much time apart, far too much time f i g h t i n g, and for the first time in a long time it’s just them, just them here, b r e a t h i n g , touching and enjoying each others company. His member presses gently, teasingly against her  f o l d s , giving her the barest moments of a warning before he thrusts deeply into her. It’s not gentle, but it’s loving, the way he grasps at her, forehead now pressing against hers, brown eyes locked on azure ones, softest of sounds leaving his lips.

          after all they’ve been through together, to split and give it all up now would have meant it was all for nothing. maria cannot allow that, and so, she will never and has never, considered divorce. not only is it frowned upon in her family and religion, but she could not live with herself, knowing she’d ended the life they’d made together. after all, she loves her husband far too much, even with his constant affairs and drunken outbursts. she fights back now, at least in regards to his violent tendencies… she can’t imagine sleeping with another man, even if just to SPITE her husband. so as their bodies press close to one another’s soft words of love and adoration whispered between them, maria will shudder and allow a soft whimper to escape from between her plump tiers.    ❛ i love you. ❜   she purrs, but soon cries out softly at the lack of friction between her thighs due to the absense of his hand. but alas, he’ll press her harder against the wall, hiking her leg up further so that she’s suddenly and easily wrapping BOTH legs around his waist just as the tip of his length breaches folds and slips inside of her heat. her head will tilt back against the wall so that his lips can travel her skin as he pleases, their cores now flush and connected. it’s moments like these that maria yearns for, for they don’t come around all that often anymore. with his rough thrust so that he’s fully sheathed within her, the italian will cry out again, hands tangled in white locks as his body holds her own up and against the wall. but with their gazes meeting now, breathing heavy and ragged, maria will feel something she hasn’t in months: appreciation. as if he’s truly thankful to have her as his wife. and because of that, she kisses him hungrily, azure hues closing tightly as she fights to let him consume her.