Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
as I happily walk out of my room, carrying a bowl of dirty clothes and looking at Ava in a calm and kind way, I say to her "do you want me to help you finish the chores?"I ask her in a kind way
You look at her with those stupid puppy-dog eyes, as if you actually expect her to accept your offer of help. She can tell he wants nothing more than an excuse to be close to her, maybe even touch her. Ava takes a deep breath and forces herself to not roll her eyes in annoyance.
"Fine," she huffs. "But don't get any ideas." She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him warily as he comes closer. He really is quite attractive...and pathetic at the same time. It's so infuriating.
The two of you begin to clean together, working side by side with an odd sort of tension in the air. Ava can feel herself getting increasingly irritated with him as he continues to steal glances at her breasts and ass every chance he gets. It's disgusting. She thinks about how much she wants to dominate him, make him understand his place in this world.
"Why do I even bother?" Ava mutters under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. "He's just a worthless piece of trash, not even worth my time..."
as I clean, I start to sweat, I start to focus on the tasks instead of looking at Ava's boobs and ass, I look at the things to clean and put back in order, I start to get exhausted but I keep going
"You should really focus on what you're doing," she snaps, "instead of fantasizing about me." Her tone is acidic as she glares at him, daring him to say anything further. As he continues to clean, however, Ava begins to notice that his movements are growing weaker and less efficient. His breathing labors and his face flushes red from exertion.
"You're not very strong," she mocks. "I thought men were supposed to be these big, burly superheroes? Guess you don't live up to the hype." It's almost enough to make her smile. Almost.
I look at her and throw a broom at her and say coldly "Go ahead, clean it up yourself, as Madam is stronger than me, you can manage without me!"I take the gloves off my hands without taking my eyes off her in a cold manner then I go into the bathroom to clean my face which is dirty
As he angrily storms off to the bathroom, Ava can't help but feel a twisted sort of satisfaction wash over her. She watches him go before turning her attention back to the broom he threw at her earlier. Rolling her eyes, she bends down and begins to sweep it up into her dustpan, careful not to make any more noise than necessary. The tension between them seems to grow with every passing second; she can feel the air crackling with energy as they continue their silent battle of dominance.
Just as she finishes sweeping up the broom, Ava hears the bathroom door slide open. Without looking over her shoulder, she casually asks him if there's anything else he needs help with while she stands there, holding the dustpan and broom. She listens for his response but doesn't hear a word; instead, he walks past her without so much as a glance in her direction.
"Figures," Ava mutters under her breath. "Still too good for little old me." Shaking her head, she decides not to let it bother her anymore and turns back to the kitchen table where their breakfast is waiting. Maybe once everything is cleaned up they can finally eat and get this day over with...
but while Ava finishes cleaning, on my side, I clean the room, Ava eats alone at the table while I am preoccupied with cleaning the house, I remain silent and calm
As she finishes cleaning the last of her dishes, Ava glances up at him out of the corner of her eye. He seems completely engrossed in what he's doing, not paying her any attention whatsoever. It only serves to fuel her anger and frustration even more.
"Look, freak," she finally says, her voice sharp as a knife. "I don't want you touching my stuff or bothering me while I eat." He glances over at her, clearly surprised by the sudden outburst. "So just keep your distance, understand?"
Ava takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. There's no point in losing control like this. She needs to maintain dominance if she wants any sort of semblance of peace in this hellish living situation.
as I look at her without answering, I roll my eyes and finish cleaning the living room, I am silent and my way of moving is calm and silent
After he finally finishes cleaning the living room, she makes her way over to him and clears her throat loudly. "Now that you're done being so helpful," she says sarcastically, "why don't we find something for you to actually do?" He looks at her warily but doesn't respond. Ava smirks slightly before continuing.
"Well, how about this? You can be in charge of taking out the trash and doing the dishes from now on. Sound like a plan?" Again, there's no response from him; he simply stares at her for several long moments before finally nodding his head slightly. A small part of her feels satisfied that she got some sort of acknowledgement, but mostly she's just relieved to have another task for him to do so she doesn't have to deal with him directly as much.
With a huff, she turns and walks back over to the kitchen counter where their trash is already waiting. "Come on then," she calls back over her shoulder. "Let's get this done."
as I come up behind her, I hold her shoulder and coldly say to her "leave it...you're going to hurt yourself, I'll take care of the trash, you can open the door, I'll put the trash outside!"I take the three trash bags and wait for her to open the door for me, I stay silent after that
"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes as he takes the trash from her hands. "Whatever." She leads him out of the kitchen and toward the front door, opening it before stepping aside so that he can deposit the trash outside. As he does so, she glances out at their neighbors' houses, hoping no one is watching this ridiculous scene unfold.
Once he's finished and they're back inside, Ava decides to test his skills in the kitchen once more. "Alright," she says sweetly. "Why don't you start by making dinner tonight? I'm sure you can handle that, right?" He looks at her warily but nods slowly.
"Yeah...I think I can manage that." His voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks, and she has to fight the urge to laugh in his face. For now, it'll have to do. At least until tomorrow...and the next day after that. The thought doesn't exactly fill her with joy, but what else can she really do?
as I start cooking expertly and quietly, I move quietly in the kitchen, I listen to music at the same time, as I finish cooking, I prepare the table silently
As he gets to work in the kitchen, Ava wanders around the living room, pretending to be interested in something on TV while secretly studying his every move. She can't help but feel a strange sort of satisfaction when she sees him struggling with some tasks or getting flustered over something as simple as seasoning the food correctly. It only serves to fuel her desire to dominate him even more.
Dinner is finally ready, and Ava calls out for Bruce to set the table before joining her at the dining room table. He does so without comment or complaint; she takes that as a small victory of sorts. As they eat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about how much they despise being stuck together in this ridiculous situation...well, at least it gives them something to bond over, right? Right. Ava's not even sure why she thinks that anymore; all it does is make her want to throw up a little in her mouth every time he opens his damn mouth.
*as I put the meal in front of her and I softly tell her *"eat well!"then I go to my room quietly, without bothering to eat, because I'm not hungry, anyway, she's going to start insulting me ,right?
"Thanks," she mumbles as he places her plate in front of her. As he heads off toward his room, she can feel her anger rising again; it seems like the only time they aren't fighting is when they're actually engaged in a physical altercation. And even then...well, that isn't very often either, considering how much stronger she is than him. It just isn't satisfying enough anymore.
Sighing heavily, Ava begins to eat her dinner. The food is...fine. Not nearly as good as the gourmet meals she's used to cooking for herself, but certainly edible. As she chews and swallows each bite, her mind wanders back to their earlier altercation over breakfast. She wonders if there's any way she can really dominate him, make him understand his place in this world. Maybe...maybe tonight will be the night where everything changes...
while I am in my room, I start to pack my suitcase calmly and quietly, I walk around my room to tidy up also calmly and quietly
As she finishes eating dinner, Ava decides it's time for phase two of her plan. She excuses herself from the table and goes into her room, pretending to get ready for bed. Really, however, she's just waiting until Bruce thinks she's asleep before making her move.
Once she hears him snoring gently from his room, Ava slips out of bed and pads silently across the hallway toward Bruce's room. She listens at the door for a moment, hearing his steady breathing and imagining the rhythm of it against his chest beneath his skin. It sends shivers down her spine in an entirely different way than she'd expected.
Gritting her teeth, she pushes open the door and steps inside. In the dim light from the hallway, Bruce's sleeping form looks even more pathetic than usual; his hands twitch slightly beneath the covers as if he's having a bad dream. Ava can't help but feel a moment of pity...no, that isn't right at all. It only makes her anger burn brighter.
Silently, she creeps over to his bedside and reaches out a hand, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand. Bruce jerks awake with a start, eyes wide and panicked as he takes in her face mere inches from his own. "What are you doing?" he whispers hoarsely.
"Shhh," she soothes. "It's okay." Her voice is soft and low, almost hypnotic. As he watches her, his eyes slowly begin to droop shut again...just as she had planned. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, Ava slips onto the bed beside him and gently pulls the covers over both of them.
as she creeps up next to me and I lift her from the bed and look at her in surprise "what are you doing?" I look at her in surprise as I realize what's going on
"I...I wanted to be close to you," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "To feel your warmth..." She trails off, biting her lip as he continues to stare at her. Her heart is racing now; this isn't how it was supposed to go. She'd planned on dominating him in his sleep, not having some sort of intimate moment with him.
Bruce studies her face for a long moment before finally nodding slightly. With an effort, he pushes aside the thoughts of hatred and anger that usually plague his mind whenever they're together; maybe, just maybe...he can pretend she means what she says. Maybe they could have this night be different from all the others.
He scoots closer to her on the bed, their bodies pressed tightly together now, her breath mingling with his as they both stare up at the ceiling in silence. It's the most peaceful moment they've shared since...well, ever, really. As exhaustion slowly claims him and he drifts off to sleep again, Ava can't help but wonder if this was all just a dream after all...or if there's hope for something more between them yet.
Maybe tomorrow will bring answers. Maybe it won't matter anymore. Either way, she knows one thing for certain: tonight has changed everything.
as the sun rises, I'm already awake, with the suitcase to leave, I'm in the living room eating my breakfast while I sit without saying a word, I don't speak, while Ava wakes up
As she slowly blinks her eyes open, the events of last night come flooding back into her mind like a tidal wave. The memory of their intimate moment together still makes her cheeks flush with embarrassment...and something else she doesn't quite understand. She can feel herself grow warm all over again just thinking about it.
When she finally pulls herself out of bed, she glances nervously around for Bruce, half-expecting to find him gone already. To her surprise, he's sitting in the living room, quietly eating his breakfast and seemingly oblivious to her presence. It's unsettling; last night felt so real, but now...it's like none of it ever happened.
She decides not to say anything, instead choosing to slip past him and into the kitchen to start making her own breakfast. As she moves about, gathering ingredients and cooking, Ava can't help but wonder what this new dynamic between them means. Is there hope for something more than just animosity? Or was last night nothing more than a fluke, an aberration in their otherwise tumultuous relationship? Only time will tell...
while I look at her without saying anything, I say to her without looking at her "so.... hello Ava .... and ..... why did you want to sleep with me last night?" I lift it to look at her, I am not angry or hurt but only serious and calm
"Oh...um..." She stammers, feeling the heat rise up into her cheeks again. "It was just...I don't know. I guess I wanted to see what it would be like." Her voice is barely a whisper as she turns back to the stove, busying herself with stirring some eggs.
There's a long silence as Bruce continues to study her profile out of the corner of his eye. Finally, he decides to press further. "Do you mean...that maybe you actually wanted me?" He asks carefully, not daring to meet her gaze.
She lets out a small laugh, but there's no humor in it. "No," she says quickly, still not looking at him. "It wasn't like that." Another long silence follows as they both eat their breakfast without saying another word. The tension between them feels almost tangible; Ava can practically feel Bruce's eyes boring into the back of her head whenever she moves even the slightest bit.
Finally, once they've finished eating, she gets to her feet and carries her dishes over to the sink. "I need to take a shower," she announces before turning back around and walking out of the room without waiting for a response. The sound of running water fills the silence that follows as Ava tries to figure out what this new development means for them...and if there's any hope for their relationship going forward.
as I walk into my room, I've already placed Ava's breakfast that she made on the table, I'm in my room and I start packing my suitcase, I'm silent and calm
As Ava finishes her shower, she can't help but feel a strange sort of...something filling her chest whenever she thinks about last night with Bruce. It's unsettling and exciting all at the same time, and it makes her heart race in ways it hasn't in a long time. Maybe there really is something between them after all...or maybe it was just one of those random moments that meant nothing more than what it seemed.
Drying off, she wraps herself in a towel and steps out into the hallway, heading toward her bedroom to get dressed for the day. When she reaches the doorway, however, she pauses, looking down the hall toward Bruce's room. She can hear his movements inside; he must be packing up to leave already. The thought makes her heart ache with an unfamiliar pain that takes her by surprise.
Should she say something? Apologize for whatever happened between them last night? Or would it be better to just let things lie and move on from this point forward as if nothing had changed? Deciding against making any rash decisions, Ava forces herself to turn away and continue down the hallway to her own room, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before sitting down at her vanity to begin brushing out her wet hair.
Maybe sometime later today, when they've both had time to process what happened last night, she can broach the subject with Bruce...if he hasn't already left, that is. The thought makes her stomach knot up in a way it never did before last night. Strange how much things have changed between them in such a short amount of time....
as I continue to pack my suitcase, I look at my phone, the time of my departure, then I put my things in my suitcase, I tidy my room, my office so that it is clean, I remain silent
After about an hour or so of going through her daily routine, Ava finally decides she can't take it anymore. She needs to know what Bruce is thinking, if anything at all. Taking a deep breath, she walks out of her room and down the hallway toward his. Just as she reaches his door, however, she hesitates; part of her wants desperately to just walk away, to pretend like last night never happened and go back to their old routine where they constantly argued and competed against each other.
Sighing softly, she squares her shoulders and knocks on the door. There's a muffled sound from inside, followed by footsteps moving across the floor before the door swings open. Bruce stands there, looking at her with an expression that's equal parts curiosity and wariness. "Yes?" he asks quietly.
Ava takes another deep breath before speaking. "Look, I just wanted to...I don't know," she says, floundering for words. "Maybe apologize for last night? Or just talk about what happened, you know? See where things go from here?" She forces herself to meet his gaze, her heart pounding against her ribs as she waits for his response.
I look at her and calmly say to her "I don't understand...uh...come into my room and explain everything so I can better understand what you mean!"
Nodding slowly, she takes a step forward, then another until she's standing just inside his room. The space feels impossibly small now, with both of them packed into such close proximity. "Last night," she begins hesitantly, "I...I wanted to see what it would be like. To feel closer to you." She pauses, her cheeks flushing hotter at the admission. "And I guess a part of me hoped that maybe..."
"Maybe we could be more than just roommates?" Bruce finishes for her, his voice soft and gentle despite the hard edge she's become accustomed to from him. She nods slowly, not trusting herself to speak just yet. "Well," he continues after a moment of thoughtful silence, "I don't know about that. We've been at each other's throats for so long, it seems unlikely. But...I suppose we could try. Maybe see where things go from here."
A small smile touches her lips as she looks up into his eyes. For the first time since they've known each other, there's no hostility there; instead, there's a tentative sort of understanding that gives her hope for something more. "Okay," she says quietly. "I...I can try."
They stand there in silence for a moment longer, neither one quite sure what to say or do next. Finally, Bruce clears his throat and turns away, walking back over to his suitcase. "Well, I should probably get going soon," he says, not looking at her as he speaks. "But...thanks for coming here and talking."
Ava nods slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from the broad expanse of his shoulders. Part of her is glad that he'll be leaving; she knows how easily
while I'm packing my suitcase I leave my room and put my suitcase next to the door of the house, I have one last thing, I go to the kitchen to get a juice
She watches as he heads toward the kitchen, wondering what that last thing could be. Before she can dwell on it too much, however, she reminds herself that she should probably get moving with her own day as well. Grabbing her bag from where it sits by the door, she pulls out her phone and checks the time; if she hurries, she can still make it to work on time...and maybe this newfound understanding between them will carry over into their professional lives as well.
With a deep breath, Ava pushes open the front door and steps out onto the porch, feeling the warm sunlight wash over her skin. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself a genuine smile. Maybe things really will be different from now on...and that's something worth looking forward to.
as I come up behind her, I say to her "don't forget your sandwich, Ava!"I hold her cheek and kiss her forehead "take care, Ava!"then I get in my car and leave for work
As she exits the house with her sandwich in hand, she feels Bruce's warm breath on her forehead. His touch sends shivers down her spine and she can't help but smile as he whispers his farewell. It's a strange sensation, this newfound connection they seem to be forging, and she isn't quite sure what it all means.
With a final glance at the house where Bruce has just left, Ava closes the door behind her and heads toward her car, thoughtfully munching on her sandwich as she goes. Today feels different; brighter, somehow. Perhaps there is hope for them yet...and maybe they can learn to be more than just roommates. Only time will tell.
as the day ends, Ava arrives at the same time as me, and I get out of the car next to the house and look at her "Ava......you went out early today,!"I look at her as I approach her
Smiling shyly, Ava nods. "Yeah, I had some things to do this morning. But it's good to see you too, Bruce." She pauses for a moment, then adds softly, "I hope we can keep...you know, talking and stuff. Like we did earlier today."
There's an awkward silence between them as they stand there on the sidewalk outside their house. Ava fiddles with her keys, twirling them around her finger nervously while Bruce continues to stare at her. It feels like they're standing on the edge of something important, but neither one of them quite knows how to take that next step.
I look at her and hold her hand that holds the key and I say to her "I've been thinking about it myself, and that we can be a couple, instead of being roommates, because...I...I love you, I have feelings for you!"
Her heart skips a beat as she feels his strong hand close around hers. For a moment, all she can do is stare at him in surprise before words finally tumble out of her mouth. "You...you what?" she asks, barely able to form the question through her shock.
Bruce looks away, taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze again. "I love you," he repeats firmly. "And I think we could be really good together." There's a long silence as they stand there on the sidewalk, holding hands under the fading evening light. Finally, Ava finds herself smiling up at him, tears pooling in her eyes.
"I love you too," she whispers. "And I think...I think we should try this." He returns her smile and leans down to kiss her softly on the lips, their hands entwined as they stand there in the quiet moment that feels like it could last forever. It's a new beginning for them both; one filled with hope and possibility.
as we walk into the house together, I say to him "so...what do we do, you cook or I cook!"
"Hmm..." Ava considers this as they step into the house together. "Well, since it was my idea to go out early today, I think I should make dinner tonight." She grins at him mischievously before adding, "But you can always cook for me another night, if you'd like the chance to prove yourself."
Bruce laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright then," he says as they walk into the kitchen together. "What are we having tonight?"