The Retrosexual. [ Google ... Yaga ]

Huffing to herself, the small rabbit took the last dish and set it down a little harshly into the rack, not shattering it, but coming close. Three years of marriage, and it had been always perfect - or close - until about a week ago.

"But we can adopt! It will be just fine, it-"
"No. Absolutely not. No."

Yoni walked away from the now empty sink and into the living room of their cozy apartment. Not too big, but perfect enough for just the two of them. And, in Yoni's mind, one more. She dug around in the pockets of her sweater before pulling out a pack of Marlboro's, lighting up and blowing the smoke away. She knew that Kane didn't like it when she smoked inside, but he wasn't here, and he was pissing her off, anyway. What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. Until he came home and smelled it. Yoni got to her feet quickly and opened a window, poking her head out into the darkness.

She knew where he was. Sometimes he would go to the bar after work with his friends and get a few drinks. Of course, Kane always told her beforehand. Kane thought she was being controlling and bitchy, but Yoni wanted to make sure that he was okay. She bent slightly, resting her arms on the sill and gazing into the black abyss. He was staying out a little bit later than usual, and it was beginning to irk her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she smoked, hoping he would at least call a cab or have one of his friends bring him home if he was drunk.

Flicking away her spent fag, Yoni dropped herself onto the couch once more, folding one shapely leg over the other and turning on the television. She didn't watch it, but the background noise was nice. Yoni sighed and shut her eyes, allowing her head to droop back onto the cushions. Convincing Kane to have a child with her would probably be more difficult than it was worth.

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For Kane Strauss life was almost perfect, not entirely there but it was going very well. The thirty year old had a wife in her mid twenties that he loved, he had a good job that paid rather well, his apartment though smaller then what he could afford was plenty of space for them and allowed for money to be saved, and of course he had one hell of a nice car provided by the law firm to one of their top earners.

Of course the difference between almost and entirely perfect was rather evident to Kane, recently he and the wife had been fighting about children. She thought they should consider adopting a child since neither of them wanted to go through the fun of pregnancy at that time but Kane was very much against that idea, he didn't want children, at least not yet, and when they had them he wanted to be sure that they were his own flesh and blood, his own mark upon the world. OF course this argument had put a dent in the sex life, they weren't screwing as often as they had been before this little strife had occurred and as a result he was starting to grow more and more annoyed with thing she hadn't minded before. Before it had been no issue to call her before going out with the friends but now it was an annoyance, before he hadn't minded being gentle with her in bed but now he wanted to just cut loose and show her what his massive frame could do to such a petite little thing, he wanted to be in control.

That night he had gone out with some of his co workers, a new client had practically fucked up their own case and Kane was particularly frustrated by that, it meant more work for him and that was more work that he didn't feel like doing. So at the bar, high end, plenty of professionals there, attractive young woman looking to find a man with money to take care of them for a while. Normally Kane didn't pay any attention to those girls shamelessly flirting with the men around but tonight he observed, maybe even didn't discourage those attempting to flirt with him in spite of the fact that he has the ring on his finger. It was nice to feel desired in that way, young women who wanted to see the predator behind the docile and civilized act.

He didn't act on any desires though, instead he just drank more then he probably should have, good scotch followed by more good scotch and by the time he finally got a ride home from Uber it was far later then Yoni would like him to be out, he hadn't checked his phone but he was sure she had sent more then a few passive aggressive texts. It didn't take him long to make his way up to the apartment, having to try twice to get the key into the lock but on the third time he was making his way inside, reeking of scotch, not quite stumbling but clearly rather drunk. Right away he could smell two things, his wife and the cigarettes she had been smoking. As he entered he was already loosening and dropping his tie to the floor, starting to unbutton his shirt to get more comfortable before he even saw her on the couch.

“Get over here...” He grumbled, horny as hell from all the attention that had been paid to him and too drunk to care about asking nicely.

Yoni had just begun to doze off when she heard someone fussing with the doorknob. Checking the clock on the wall, it was already two in the morning. She had an idea of who was at her door.
She stood from the sofa just as Kane almost fell through the door. She could smell the booze on him from across the room and she scowled, folding her arms tightly beneath her chest. He looked... Different, somehow. His brow was knit in a way she had not seen before, his jaw curled down into practically a snarl.

"Excuse you?" Yoni snapped, incredulous as he demanded that she 'get over here'. "Do you know what time it is, Kane?" She was walking towards him now, snatching the tie that he had dropped and clenching it in her fist. "You had me worried sick! A fucking text or something would have been nice, you know. How did you get here? Don't tell me you drove."

Yoni continued to ramble, chastising him out of frustration. She looked tired, but not the cute sleepiness she had when she woke up in the morning, rather a pissed off sort of exhaustion. She had been waiting for him all night, chain smoking and nodding off in front of the quiet television.
"I can't believe you," Yoni grumbled, walking away from him and going back to the open window. She lit up another cigarette, sucking on it harshly and mumbling under her breath, shaking her head.
"Just go to sleep or something," Yoni said, waving her hand at him as if to shoo him from her sight.

The tone in her voice and the way she was looking at him was normally a sign that Kane was going to be in for one hell of a bitching out but at that moment he really wasn't in the mood for it. Of course he was never really in the mood for it but this particular night he was feeling differently. For too long he had been placid and peaceful, working to find a way to work with his wife so that they both got what they wanted though it often meant that he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted. The alcohol in his system was changing that though, making him bolder and more aggressive, taking away the patience that would normally allow him to deal with her when she was in a mood and calm her down or at least get him to go along with what she said and put up with the bitching in the morning.

Not this time though, he was impatient, drunk, and horny, he was going to get what he wanted... hell he saw no reason to wait for that. As she rambled on and chastised him Kane barely heard the words coming from her mouth, instead responding to the tone as he looked down at her. She was such a delicate little thing while he was approaching seven feet tall and rather muscular, he had always known just how different the size between them was but suddenly he felt aware of it in a very different way. Without really changing the way he stood he sudden;y felt as if he was feeling the room, dominating the space with his size and presence alone, changing further and further with each moment.

“Don't feel like sleeping just yet.” He grumbled, an edge in his voice now, his eyes narrowed, mouth pulled back into a tight sneer, tired of being told what to do. It was the lit cigarette that set him off though, she knew how he felt about smoking in the apartment, he hated the way she tasted when he kissed her after a smoke, enough that she tried to tell him what to do but now she dare to openly defy him like this? Shirt was undone and allowed to just fall to the floor, baring his chest, once again making him more aware of just how easy it would be for him to do just about anything he wanted to her.

Approaching her from behind, practically stalking and looming over her, Kane was quick to reach out and simply crush the cigarette that was in her hand, barely feeling the embers at the tip singe his thick skin as he put it all out. “I thought you were quitting.” He growled, bending lower, his mouth by her ear and teeth lightly grazing her skin. “Honestly if you aren't going to listen to me I am going to need to punish you.” So close behind her, pressing against her back, letting her feel how urgently he needed her, let her know that she had something that needed to be taken care of.