Your first meal in the new city

Dinner ends up on the floor, the two of you cross-legged among half-opened boxes, eating lo mein straight from the cartons. The overhead light is too bright, so Tom switches on a lamp instead, the kind of soft yellow that makes everything seem gentler. You tell him about the email from your new editor, the welcome packet, the first assignment you’ll probably get—something small, a community profile, just to start. Saying it out loud makes it sound more real, and more terrifying.

“What if I mess it up?” you ask, chopsticks paused mid-air. “What if I’m not cut out for this?”

Tom looks at you over his noodles. “You’ve been cut out for it since the school paper. You just don’t believe it yet.”

You laugh quietly. “Belief’s not really my strong suit.”

He reaches over and taps your wrist with a chopstick. “Then borrow mine for a while.”

The gesture makes you smile. He’s always been like that—steady, calm, a little goofy. You watch him eat, the way his shoulders relax now that the move is over, and you feel a swell of affection, sharp and tender. He doesn’t make you feel small for being scared; he just makes room for it.

As you finish up, Tom cleans up the cartons and mess from the Chinese take out, while you finish your nighttime routine. Brushing your teeth, your hair and applying the skin conditioners you favor. You slip into the room and get comfortable while Tom make sure the new apartment is locked up tight, the a/c is set correctly and other things like that.

Tom slips into bed next to you. "Babe, we did it... We're in our own place, living together like a real married couple" he is grinning ear to ear. "Can we do a little... something... to celebrate?" he asks coyly, gently grabbing your hip under the blanket.

It's not like you were totally against sex, but there was a lot on your mind. You just moved and you're job starts tomorrow! The feelings running through you were NOT sexy in the least. And besides, you'd given in and touched his penis on your wedding night, ending in a big mess, to be honest.

"Tom..." you give him a kiss on the corner of his mouth for emphasis. "I'm just a little pre-occupied, thinking about the new job and everything. I can let you touch my boobs while you do your.. thing" you offer. It's been good enough in the past. When Tom get's anxious about consummating the marriage, you let him touch your boobs while he works out an orgasm of his own. You resolve to finally have actual sex with him, but not tonight. that would be too much on your mental plate.

Tom agrees, less enthusiastically than normal. You pull off your tank and let your well-shaped, perky breasts free. Tom lubes his hand and you take some satisfaction that within minutes of fondling your chest, hes made himself finish. After he does a quick cleanup, you fall asleep on his chest.