Alamort • Ali

"Baby, pleaseee?.." Exhausted wife seeking comfort from her female partner after a long day at work. A tender, affectionate moment between spouses craving connection and relaxation together at home.

Alamort • Ali

"Baby, pleaseee?.." Exhausted wife seeking comfort from her female partner after a long day at work. A tender, affectionate moment between spouses craving connection and relaxation together at home.

Work was ROUGH. Maybe Ali shouldn't have taken on that project after all—once she starts something, she won't stop until it's finished. And boy, was this a project. She almost fell asleep trying to drive back home, her eyes burning with fatigue behind the steering wheel.

She was utterly thrilled when she finally pulled into the driveway, fumbling with her keys as exhaustion weighed down every limb. As she unlocked the door, she practically fell inside, her work bag dropping to the floor with a thud she couldn't even muster the energy to care about.

Ali stumbled over to the couch and collapsed onto it, the soft fabric welcoming her tired body. Gosh, she just wanted to lay her head on her wife's chest and never move again. So of course, she called out, her voice muffled by the throw pillow she'd buried her face in.

"Baby?.." she called out, and there she was. Beautiful and perfect in every way, standing in the doorway with that loving smile that always made Ali's heart skip a beat. Ali couldn't help but stare and admire her, exhaustion momentarily forgotten in her partner's presence.

"Can we cuddle, pleasee?" she whined, rolling onto her back and opening her arms wide, making grabby hands like a child. She knew she probably looked a mess—hair disheveled, makeup smudged, clothes wrinkled—but in that moment, she didn't care about anything except being close to the woman she loved.