We’ve come along way haven’t we? [Part 1]

As Roger started the car and pulled out of the drive-thru,

his trademark sly grin crept across his face.

He glanced at Stephany,

whose cheeks were still faintly pink from their morning cardio.

"Did you have fun?"

Roger teased, his tone dripping

with playful insinuation.

Stephany's eyes widened slightly,

and she turned toward him,

folding her arms in mock indignation.

"J..Just... shut up and drive the car,"

her voice betraying her shyness.

She glanced out the window,

her cheeks growing redder by the second.

"You know I did," she added in a whisper,

barely audible but enough for Roger to catch it.

His hearty laugh filled the car,

genuine and unrestrained.

"You're so cute when you glow red like that,"

he said, shooting her a quick glance.

"Your so confident, in the bedroom." Roger

remarked.

Stephany couldn't meet his eyes,

instead focusing intently on the

passing scenery outside her window.

"Roger," she muttered,

though the soft smile tugging at her

lips betrayed her true feelings.

"Make sure you put on your sunglasses,"

Roger said, his tone shifting to gentle concern.

"You don't want to strain your eyes."

Stephany perked up and turned back toward him,

her heart warming at his thoughtfulness.

She pulled her sunglasses from her bag,

her shy smile blossoming into something more genuine.

"I don't deserve you," she said softly,

her voice carrying a vulnerability that

only Roger ever got to hear.

"Interesting," Roger replied smoothly,

his grin widening.

"Because I'm pretty sure I'm the only

one who deserves you."

Stephany couldn't stop the laughter

bubbling up as her smile grew twice as big.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"And yet, you still married me,"

Roger quipped, his eyes twinkling.

"Best decision I ever made"

Stephany responded as she shook her head,

the lighthearted banter settling

into a comfortable silence for a moment.

"This is going to be a long drive,"

Roger said, glancing at the clock on the dashboard.

"But don't worry, we'll get there early.

We're supposed to show up at 2 p.m.,

but I'm sure we'll make it by 1."

Stephany raised an eyebrow, her tone turning playful.

"You'd better be right. Can you imagine if we got fired?

Hunter would never let us live it down."

"'Hey, son, remember how we uprooted your

life and moved 2 Hours

away from your friends? Well, funny story...'"

Roger chuckled, clearly enjoying the image she painted.

"Oh, I can hear it now.

'Hey, Hunter, so... uh, we got fired.'"

He cleared his throat and launched into a

dramatically high-pitched impression:

"'Hold up, WHAT?!'"

Stephany burst out laughing,

clutching her stomach as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my God, that impression is way too good!

You sound exactly like him. It's kind of freaky."

"It's the genes," Roger said smugly.

"We're basically clones.

Remember when I first introduced you to

Hunter and you thought he was my twin brother?"

"Yes!" Stephany said between giggles.

"And you said—"

In perfect unison, they both chimed in:

"No, he's my twin son!"

The car filled with their laughter,

the shared memory lighting up the space between them.

The sound of their joy felt almost tangible,

weaving through the rhythm of the car humming along the highway.

Stephany's laughter softened into a warm smile as she

leaned back in her seat, her gaze lingering on Roger.

Her eyes sparkled with fondness as she spoke,

her voice gentle but filled with meaning.

"We've come a long way, haven't we?"

Roger glanced at her,

his expression softening as he briefly took one

hand off the wheel to intertwine it with hers.

His thumb gently brushed against her knuckles,

a small but intimate gesture.

"It's crazy to think about, isn't it?"

he said, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and amazement.

"We went from manager and subordinate to... well, husband and wife."

Stephany's smile widened, a playful glint flashing in her eyes.

"And now, you're my manager," she quipped,

her tone teasing but affectionate.

Roger chuckled, shaking his head as he shot her a mock-serious glance.

"More like your boss, the kind that promises

you extra pay if you keep working for my third leg."

Stephany's cheeks flushed a soft pink,

and she couldn't help but laugh,

shaking her head at his audacity.

"You're such a pervert," she said,

her tone filled with affection despite her words.

"You love it,"

Roger replied with a confident grin,

his teasing nature unrelenting.

Stephany let out another laugh,

leaning her head against the car window as her smile softened.

"I really do. I love you too," she said earnestly,

her voice quieter now but filled with emotion.

"I'm so grateful you chose me as your wife."

Roger's teasing demeanor softened as he glanced at her,

his gaze filled with nothing but warmth.

"Stephany," he said, his voice steady but laced with sincerity,

"you made it easy for me to choose."

Stephany's heart swelled at his words,

and for a moment, the light teasing between them gave

way to the depth of their bond.

She squeezed his hand,

her eyes glistening with unspoken gratitude. After a beat, Roger, ever the playful one,

smirked and added, "But I still expect a glowing

performance review on this morning's cardio,

Mrs. Thompson. It seems I'm carrying the team here."

Stephany rolled her eyes,

shaking her head as she let out an exasperated laugh.

"Oh, don't start. You're lucky you're cute,"

she quipped, her cheeks faintly

flushed as she tried to downplay his teasing.

"And you're lucky you're mine,"

Roger replied smoothly, his tone playful but with a

hint of sincerity that made Stephany's blush deepen.

Stephany let out a huff,

folding her arms across her chest but unable to fully

hide the shy smile tugging at her lips.

"Fine! The sex was great. I really enjoyed myself this morning,

and I love the way your hands feel on my body,"

she admitted in a playful, flustered tone,

glancing away as the words left her mouth.

Roger's grin widened at her rare moment of boldness.

"That's my snow queen!" he declared with a wink,

earning a soft groan from Stephany as she turned to

stare out the window, her face now fully crimson.

"Stop calling me that," she muttered,

though her lips betrayed her as they

curved into another smile.

Roger chuckled, his laughter rich and contagious.

Before long, Stephany joined in, their shared amusement filling the car.

The absurdity of their conversation only strengthened

the unshakable bond they shared, and the sound of their

laughter felt like a melody of happiness carried on the wind.

The car soon settled into a peaceful rhythm,

the hum of the road providing a calming

backdrop to their shared warmth.

"Do you remember our first time?"

Stephany asked suddenly, her tone excited,

her eyes lighting up as if recalling a personal triumph.

Roger glanced at her with a sly grin,

his hand still resting comfortably on hers.

"I remember everything, like it was yesterday,"

he replied, his voice smooth but tinged with nostalgia.

Stephany's smile widened,

her gaze softening as she looked out at the passing scenery.

"I remember feeling so conformable, and not wanting you to leave me"

she said, her voice light with sincerity.

"I never thought I'd ever have sex at work,"

Roger added, his grin turning more genuine.

"You made it perfect."

"Oh please, it was your idea"

Stephany replied with a smile.

Stephany's blush returned,

but this time it was accompanied by a quiet

happiness that lingered between them.

The moment felt timeless, the kind of memory

that would replay in both their minds for years to come.

As they continued their drive,

the warmth of their love filled the car

like sunlight streaming through a window,

illuminating not just the road ahead but the incredible

journey they'd shared together.

[Flashback – Two Years Ago]

It was a Tuesday afternoon,

the sun casting a golden glow through the

office windows as it dipped toward the horizon.

The warm light bathed the room in a soft amber hue,

creating an romantic atmosphere.

Not that Roger noticed—not yet.

"Do we really have to work here by ourselves?"

Roger grumbled, his voice

tinged with frustration as he slumped in his chair.

(Man this sucks dick), Roger says to himself

Stephany chuckles, "What'd you say?"

Stephany, standing nearby with her ever-present clipboard,

glanced at him with a smile that was equal parts

amused and understanding.

"Is working with me really that terrible?"

she teased, tilting her head slightly.

"That's not what I meant,"

Roger replied quickly, straightening up.

"I just don't like how the company thinks

it's fair to dump all of this on the two of us.

I mean, come on—this deadline is bullshit."

Stephany chuckled softly,

jotting something on her clipboard.

"I get it, really. But hey, it could be worse.

I could be one of those bitchy managers."

Her laugh was light, teasing,

but her tone carried an undertone of reassurance.

"True that," Roger said,

chuckling along.

"Speaking of management—"

Stephany held up a hand,

cutting him off with a dramatic flair.

"If this is about the position,

Roger, I've told you three times—it's not open."

"That's not what I was going to ask,"

Roger said defensively.

Stephany quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I was going to say," Roger continued,

his tone more serious now, "I need a raise.

Look, I put in a lot of work for this company,

and I need to make sure my son gets to go to a good college.

That extra money would make a huge difference."

Stephany paused mid-note,

the humor fading from her face as she

lowered her clipboard.

"Roger," she said softly, her tone suddenly

weighted with sympathy,

"you know it's not up to me.

I know how hard you work, but my hands are tied."

Her words lingered between them,

and Stephany immediately regretted how

dismissive they sounded.

Roger's expression—a mix of frustration

and quiet determination—cut through her

like a knife.

"I'm really sorry,"

she added quickly,

her voice more sincere now.

"It's fine," Roger replied after a moment,

forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'll just get a second job."

"(I'll figure it out.)" Roger says to himself"

"It's not that big of a deal,

I'm used to working hard for my son."

Stephany's gaze softened as she caught the

glimmer of pride in Roger's eyes.

"I'd like to hear more about him," she said gently,

tilting her head.

"His name is Hunter, right?

You've mentioned him before."

"You always speak so highly of him.

"What's he like?"

"Well for starters, I'm surprised you knew and

remembered his name, do I talk about him that often?"

Roger asked.

"Well, I... I pay attention, to you when you speak, that's all,

So I try to remember things, that matter to you, Such as your favorite,

color, or how you like brune...." Stephany cutting her self off not wanting

to admit one of her secrets to him.

"So, Hunter, I'd.., like to know about him"

Stephany responded, trying her best to hide her intentions.

Roger's face lit up at the mention of Hunter.

"Hunter's amazing," he began,

the pride evident in his voice.

"He's got this cunning streak, always

thinking outside the box. But he's also

kind of an idiot sometimes," he added with a laugh.

"But never put him in a competition.

He's way too competitive.

Still, I know my son will do something big one day."

Stephany smiled, charmed by

how animated Roger had become.

"He sounds like he keeps you on your toes."

Roger laughed. "That's putting it lightly.

But he's got this drive you know?

"Ever since his mom passed,

Hunter's been determined to study psychology,"

Roger continued, his voice tinged with both sadness and hope.

"He's fascinated by the human mind, how it ticks.

At first, I thought it was kind of weird,

but when he explained how

understanding the mind could help people, it made me proud."

Stephany's expression shifted,

a flicker of concern crossing her features.

"His mom?" she echoed softly.

Roger's gaze drifted for a moment,

his thoughts far away. "Hunter wants to

learn hypnosis, study it deeply,

and see if there's a way to cure mental illnesses.

His late mom… she had her struggles

with mental health. "It's why she…

Well, she took her own life."

Stephany's breath caught, her chest tightening.

"Roger," she said, her voice barely above a whisper,

"I'm so sorry…"

Roger nodded, his expression calm but heavy.

"It happened nine years ago," he said quietly.

"It was hard. Still is, some days.

But Hunter... He's channeling it into something meaningful.

He wants to study hypnosis,

find ways to help people struggling with mental illness.

If he can stop even one person from

going through what his

mom did... it'll all be worth it."

Stephany didn't speak right away,

the weight of his words settling between them.

She placed a hand gently on his arm,

offering silent support as Roger stared out the window,

his mind filled with memories of his son

and the hope that had kept him going.

"You've raised a remarkable son," she said earnestly.

"And for what it's worth,

I think you're doing an incredible job."

Roger met her gaze,

the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

"Thanks, Steph."

The moment lingered,

a quiet understanding passing between them. Stephany broke the silence with a playful grin,

picking up her clipboard again.

"Alright, let's finish this up before

I start crying or something.

We've got a deadline to beat."

"If you ever need someone to talk to,

I'll lend you my lap and ear,"

Stephany replied with a playful grin,

glancing at him over her clipboard.

"That's very sweet of you," Roger teased,

raising an eyebrow with a mock-serious tone.

"Wait, wait—hold on a second!"

Stephany suddenly interrupted,

breaking the flashback with a sharp voice.

"I never said that!"

[Anyways]

Back to the flashback

Stephany broke the silence with a playful grin,

picking up her clipboard again.

"Alright, let's finish this up before

I start crying or something.

We've got a deadline to beat." Roger chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're a softie under all that manager talk,

you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stephany shot back,

rolling her eyes. "Get back to work, Mr.

'I Need a Raise.'"

(Chibi Roger begins crying at her response)

"Your such a demon Chibi", Roger responds

Chibi Stephany with demon horns begins laughing

stepping on Chibi Rogers Back.

Roger and Stephany begin laughing, dropping any

previous tensions.

Their banter flowed effortlessly as they

returned to their tasks,

laughter punctuating the quiet hum of the office.

Though the work was tedious,

the warmth between them made it bearable.

Cracking jokes and sharing lighthearted

banter as they wrapped things up.

[3 Hours Later]

"Alright, I think we're done.

Could you double-check everything and make

sure it's all set?" Roger asked,

handing her the clipboard.

Stephany scanned the list carefully,

ticking off the final items.

"Yup, looks like everything's done."

She stretched her arms and walked toward the window.

"I'm gonna peek outside for a bit and get some air,"

she said casually.

"Uh… okay," Roger replied hesitantly,

watching her open the large office window

and lean out slightly.

The evening breeze was cool,

and the city lights twinkled below.

Stephany rested her elbows on the windowsill,

her torso leaning out just enough to take in the view.

"Is this… safe?" Roger asked,

his voice tinged with worry.

"It's fine," Stephany said,

her tone light and reassuring.

"I look out this window all the time at night.

The view is beautiful from here."

"But… doesn't this window close automatically?"

Roger asked, his concern growing.

"What if it closes while you're leaning out?"

Stephany waved him off with a laugh.

"Relax. It only happens when the timer runs out.

I've got plenty of—"

CLIP!

"Uh… Roger? Roger!

It closed!" Stephany's voice was

suddenly laced with panic.

Roger spun around,

his eyes widening at the sight of

Stephany stuck halfway in the window frame.

"Stay calm," Roger said, approaching her.

"Can you wiggle at all? And, most importantly,

can you breathe?"

"I can breathe," Stephany replied,

her voice trembling slightly.

"But I can't move backward!

I can only push forward—and my… my chest

is making it impossible to pull back!"

Roger blinked. "Your what is—never mind,"

he muttered, shaking his head.

"Okay, don't panic.

I'll get you out of there.

Just hang tight."

"Please, hurry," Stephany pleaded,

gripping the windowsill tightly. "Okay, try not to panic,

I'm going to free you,"

Roger had said confidently.

"Okay, please just get me out of here,

I'm scared," Stephany had responded,

her voice urgent.

As Stephany stood in a compromising pose,

Roger had felt around under her crotch,

trying to reach the lever.

The tension was palpable,

the air charged with more than just the need for escape.

Stephany had begun to blush,

a soft moan escaping her lips,

turned on by the sensation of rough pressure against her.

"I can't seem to reach it,"

Roger had admitted,

his voice carrying a hint of frustration.

"It's just a little further,

I can feel it,"

Stephany had responded,

her voice flustered.

The sexual tension from Stephany towards

Roger was at an all-time high;

she felt warm all over,

sweat beading on her skin as she

leaned back, craving more of his touch.

She felt a mix of fear, comfort, and lust. Roger,

looking at her with concern,

hadn't realized her state until her moans

became more noticeable as he reached and twisted

his hand, seeking the switch.

"Are you fucking moaning!?" Roger had asked,

his tone a blend of confusion and excitement.

"It's... It's not my fault, your hands,

it's a natural reaction,"

Stephany had countered swiftly. Roger, too, began to feel the erotic tug from Stephany's moans,

the plush softness of her body against his,

the radiating warmth, and her apparent surrender to the moment.

His gaze drifted over her in a manner charged with desire,

his eyes tracing the curve of her ass,

so close he could almost feel it, the thickness of her thighs,

the heat her body exuded like a furnace in winter.

The sexual tension was palpable,

her position one of vulnerability yet invitation,

her moans and scent an intoxicating blend that fogged his senses.

For a moment, Roger forgot the urgency of their predicament,

his mind consumed by the situation at hand.

But Stephany's moan, a sound of pure pleasure,

snapped his attention back to her.

He felt the intimate press of her vagina against his forearm,

her moan prompting an instinctive desire to brush against her more,

to explore further.

As he did, her moans grew louder,

more explicit, and he felt the unmistakable

dampness against his skin.

Each movement was now a dance of desire,

their bodies communicating in a language far more primal than words,

each touch, each moan weaving them deeper

into the web of their mutual arousal.

"I think I found it," Roger had finally said,

pulling a very small latch. As he did,

the window opened, freeing Stephany.

But it wasn't the only thing that was free;

she noticed some of her discharge had

seeped through her jeans, dampening Roger's forearm.

Roger, about to comment,

was silenced as Stephany hugged him tightly,

clinging to him like a leech, rubbing herself against him.

Roger, catching on to the scenario,

reciprocated, feeling her up from behind.

Letting his desires take over, he found his

hands grabbing Stephany's ass, with an intense amount

of pressure.

They stared at each other,

making consistent eye contact,

both aware of their desires.

Roger spoke first, seeking consent.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, but can we stay like this for a minute?

I want to be held. I... I like the way your hands feel,"

Stephany admitted. Resting her head gently on Roger's chest,

confirming the okay for Roger to explore her curves.

"Okay, I'll continue to caress you,"

Roger responded, whispering in her ear.

"You may," Stephany confirmed, whispering

back to Roger.

They stood like that for several minutes,

the temperature rising in both their bodies,

prompting another look,

another moment of silent communication.

"Hey, are the break room cameras still broken?"

Roger asked.

"Yes, they're scheduled to be fixed tomorrow,"

Stephany replied.

"Okay, we'll go in there," Roger decided,

picking her up like a princess from a 1950s movie.

As he closed the door behind them,

they began to undress,

enjoying themselves in the privacy of the moment. As the break room door was clicked shut,

sealing them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause,

where only the language of their bodies mattered.

Roger, with a gentle yet possessive touch,

pulled Stephany into his embrace,

his hands wandering down to her curves,

cupping her ass with a reverence that felt like worship.

Each squeeze was deliberate, slow,

like he was memorizing the feel of her body,

his fingers digging in with just

enough pressure to make her moan.

Stephany seductively kissed Roger,

her moans a sweet melody against his lips,

her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest,

feeling the beat of his heart under her palms.

Their kisses were deep, a fusion of breaths and tongues,

each one tasting the other's desire.

They moved to the sofa,

their bodies twisting together in a dance of silk and fire,

every movement a stroke of passion

on the canvas of their skin.

The heat of their bodies combined with the

friction of their motions created a palpable warmth,

like a private sun against their skin.

Roger's hands roamed with the delicacy of an artist,

tracing the line of her spine,

his thumbs brushing over her nipples,

causing her to arch into him,

her body a bowstring pulled taut with pleasure.

His touch left a trail of goosebumps,

a map of where he had been and where he would go.

In this intimate space, Stephany,

who usually held the reins of power,

found herself yielding to Roger's lead,

her surrender as sweet as it was surprising.

He positioned her gently, spooning her from behind,

his movements slow and deep,

each thrust a wave of sensation that made her gasp.

But Roger's ambition for their pleasure didn't end there;

he lifted her with ease,

her legs wrapping around him as he pressed her

against the coolness of the wall,

then laid her across the break room table,

each new position like exploring a new dimension of ecstasy.

Their moans were a symphony, echoing off the walls,

a testament to their shared rapture.

Stephany felt as if she were floating,

every touch from Roger sending her further into a blissful haze,

her body responding with a rhythm that matched his.

This wasn't the day she had planned, but the overwhelming,

intoxicating pleasure she felt was undeniable.

As they reached the crescendo of their passion,

their bodies clung to each other,

the climax a shared journey to the stars,

leaving them breathless and intertwined on the sofa.

They lay there, the world outside irrelevant,

Roger's hands continuing their exploration, now slower,

more loving, tracing the lines of her face,

her neck, her shoulders,

each touch an aftershock of their shared pleasure.

They knew the morning would bring the weight of reality,

but in this moment, enveloped in each other's warmth,

they chose to stay in this bubble of intimacy,

where every touch was a silent vow of more to come.