PROMPT: Wilmer is in a really bad mood and snaps at Demi who is hurt and they have a fight. 

Demi's POV 

        I was exhausted when I walked through the door to the apartment after a long day at the studio full of meetings. To my disappointment, I didn't smell dinner cooking when I walked through the kitchen. Usually, since I can't cook to save my life, Wilmer is home making dinner for us when I get back. I walked through the apartment and found him sitting at his computer in the office, typing with a stressed out look on his face. 

"Hey baby." I said, leaning against the doorway into the room and knocking lightly. Wilmer barely looked up and let out a grunt as he continued to type. I sighed, "Is there a specific reason dinner isn't ready? Are we going out?" 

This time Wilmer looked up with a roll of his eyes, "No Demetria I just don't have time right not nor do I want to cater to you right now. Go make something if you're hungry." 

I flinched back as his attitude, "No need to be a dick about it I was just asking about it." 

He shook his head and went back to his computer, "I don't feel like dealing with you tonight. I'm not in the mood." 

I raised an eyebrow and walked over, shutting his laptop firmly so he was forced to look at me, "Excuse me? You don't feel like dealing with me today? I'm sorry baby but you're gonna deal with me whether you like it or not." 

Wilmer glared at me and pushed my hand off of his computer, "Just get out. I'm not in the mood for your 'let's talk' shit right now." 

I chuckled, "Did you not hear me? I don't care. Tell me what happened for you to be a bad mood." 

He threw his hands in the air, his voice raising, "Nothing happened I'm just pissed off! And you are NOT helping!" 

I shook my head, "Wilmer you can't just shut me out. Comm-" 

"Communication is key right? Well I'm communicating with you to get the fuck out." I sat back on his desk and just stared at him, "Fine!" He got up and grabbed his computer, "I'll go. Bye." 

        I watched as he walked out of the room and a few minutes later I heard the front door slam. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, taking out a frozen pizza from the freezer. Nights when Wilmer was gone this was the best I could do. The oven takes a long time to heat up, so I curled up on the couch in my pajamas and glasses with a blanket and went through my notes.

        After about twenty minutes, the door opened and Wilmer walked in with a brown paper bag. I looked up at him over my glasses as he sat the bag in front of me without a word and walked into the bedroom. I looked into the bag, he'd bought me sushi, something I mentioned I was craving the night before. With a sigh I turned off the oven and ate two of the rolls he'd gotten me. Once I brushed my teeth, I walked into the bedroom where he lay facedown against the pillows. 

"So are we gonna try this again?" I asked, making sure he knew I was not amused. 

He turned his head to look at me, "I'm sorry?" 

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms, "Are you?" 

Wilmer sat up and motioned me over, wrapping his arms around the backs of my thighs as I stood in front of him, "Would you believe me and agree if I said yes and asked you not to talk about it anymore?" 

I shrugged, "Probably not." 

He groaned and leaned his head against my stomach, "I'm sorry." 

Despite my annoyance at him, I let my hand fall to the nape of his neck, gently running my nails over his scalp. 

"Talk to me Will." 

He shook his head, "I'm just so stressed out lately. This project I'm working on takes up so much of my enegry and time I can barely think. There's all of these deadlines and I can't focus on anything." 

I lifted his chin, and leaned down to press my lips to his. "Maybe I could help you focus." 

Wilmer's hand spread over my ass and he laid back on the bed so I could straddle him, "I think that would be very stress relieving." 

A smirk was on my face as I placed my glasses on the bedside table and pulled his face up to mine, kissing him pasionately. This kind of sex was my favorite, it wasn't hungry, or desperate, or extremely horny us. It was intimate, and loving, his arms wound around me protectively as we moved together and beathed heavily. He always would whisper how much he loves me into my ear as my nails dug into his back. Our mouth connected, but neither of us needed dominance, we just wanted each other. Once we'd both climaxed I collapsed onto his chest, curling into his side unable to keep the smile off of my face. 

"I love you so much." 

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