"Great, she said, just what I needed." Ortega would be home anytime now, and she wanted their Valentine's day surprise to be perfect. They'd gone through a rough patch lately, the demands of college work straining what had once been such a carefree relationship. But she knew love was still there, underneath all those fights and all those responsibilities, and that stirring the pot would bring it all up. That's why she had bought that leather bra that barely fit her. She felt so silly putting it on, so awkward and self-conscious, especially since apparently puberty had skipped past her despite being a college sophomore. However she knew that these kinky leather outfits made Ortega's passions boil, and she wanted, needed his whole body to shudder thinking of her. She knelt, but her hand just couldn't reach far enough to feel the lost piece of jewelry. So she sprawled, her exposed skin shivering uncontrollably as it came into contact with the cold ceramic of the kitchen floor. Wriggling, feeling her way through the dust balls and dried crumbs, her fingers came to touch something cold, wet, and sticky. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Disgusted, she pulled her arm out as fast as possible, only to scratch her forearm against the fridge's under-railings. Jumping to her feet, she yelped: "That fucking hurt!", before kicking the stoic appliance. Far from procuring the cathartic release she craved, it just made her toes hurt a lot. "Are you okay dear?", came a voice from behind her. Leah turned to see Ortega standing behind her, groceries in one hand, and flowers in the other. From the look on his face, he had been standing there for quite a while. "Oh, yes, I am", she replied while brushing off a lock of hair from her face. Remembering what she was wearing, she extended both arms enthusiastically: "Ta da!" (Thanks to EF for the story! It truly help give life to the render!)