In My Desperate Time

"I'm all over this. You can do it at any time."
I nod and say to him, "Thank you, my dear. I wouldn't know what to do without you."
"Thank me?" Frances raises his eyebrows and looks at me. Suddenly, he sits down beside the bed and looks at me
enigmatically. "Well, if you want to thank me, you can give me a hot night."
A hot night?
Not now.
Now I'm too tired to move, not to mention having sex with him.
"Not now please. I'm too tired tonight."
I look at him with puppy-dog eyes, hoping that he can let me have some rest.
He looks back with his dark eyes. A few seconds later, he suddenly smiles.
He reaches out his hand and strokes my head. "Oh, look at you. Am I that scary?"
"Yes, you are! You always want more, don't you? I'm so afraid of you."
I roll my eyes at him and curl my lips.
"Are you saying I'm a monster?"
Frances fixes his sharp eyes on me as he pushes me onto the bed and smiles mischievously.
I am overwhelmed by his gaze and say, "Well, you said it, not me."
Well, I never said that!
Although, he has his point. In front of others, he is a monster in nice clothes, when he takes off his clothes and gets into bed, he
is no better than a monster.
"You didn't say that plainly, but I can read between lines. I'll let you know what a real monster is."
As he says that, my clothes are taken off by him.

I don't want to do it, honestly speaking.
First of all, I've got a lot on my plate lately, so I'm not in the mood for it.
Secondly, I'm too tired and can't afford his fierce attacks.
But he is the stronger one. So, I just let him take off my clothes.
"Frances, can you not..."
I have my last try, but he picks me up naked and walks into the bathroom, without saying a word.
He gently puts me in the bathtub and gives me a massage.
So, it isn't about sex. He takes me to a bath!
But I have no idea when he gets the bathwater ready.
Soaking my tired body in hot water, along with his amazing massage, I feel refreshed again.
Lying in the tub, I am so comfortable that I almost fall asleep.
"How is it? Are you still tired?" Frances asks softly.
"Not anymore." I murmur, too cozy to open my eyes.
I can sleep here.
He will carry me back into bed even if I fall asleep here.
With this thought in mind, I close my eyes soundly.
Without warning, a warm hand covers my breast and softly kneads and squeezes it.
I suddenly wake up. When I look at Frances, I find thirst in his eyes.
Oh, man.
"What are you doing? I want to have some sleep."

"You say you're not tired anymore, then don't I deserve a hot night?"
Smiling meaningfully, he takes off his clothes and gets in the bathtub.
It is large enough for two, but I find it too small to dodge his "attack".
I have no choice. He manages to get me in the end.
We then have the hottest sex in that bathtub.