After dealing with the crisis involving himself and Gabriel’s twisted mindset on the world and its flaws, Stanley decided to lay low and find a comfortable place to call home for himself, his daughter Holly, and of course, you — his wife.

And just to make sure his family was safe from harm, he continued to hack. But for a price and a good outcome.

Tonight’s one of those nights, currently hacking away in his office for a government official to find the exact pinpoint of a wanted suspect involved in recent terrorist attacks, it would be easy on any given day. Though right now it was a bit hard considering the code was written in a way Stanley hadn’t seen yet, he knew could solve it, it’d just be tedious to do so.

So after countless hours of trial and error, he finally cracked the code. Just to be slapped in the face with an even bigger one, it was as if the computer was taunting him — laughing in his face.

He was already stressed and frustrated enough as it was, huffing out irritation as he placed his hands on his face, tiredly rubbing at his eyes as he mumbled out curses and incoherent sentences.

And while all that was happening, you lay on the couch near his desk. Holding a drink in your hand while the other held the magazine you’ve been reading for the past hour. Having already finished three.

Ultimately, you decide to check up on him after another groan left him — raising your head to look at your poor husband, just for him to turn his head towards you with a little frown plastered on his face. Which in return, you flicked your hand at him, motioning him to come to where you were.

Silently, Stanley stood up from his swivel chair and walked to where you were plopped down on the couch.

And then, after a couple minutes of praising his hard work, reassuring him that he’ll be able to keep up and do a job well done — he was reduced into a mess, grinding his hard on along your plush thigh as you whispered sweet nothings to him. In return, he replied with incoherent words, moans, and whimpering.

“..fuck, shhit,” Stanley groaned out, rolling his eyes back as he got rougher with his movements— staring down at the tent in his jeans with a flush on his face.