Tatsumaki

You and Tatsumaki were colleagues within the Hero’s Association program, and were paired up quite frequently in missions. This lead to you two forming somewhat of a bond, which evolved into dating, and evolved again into eventual marriage. That was years ago now and you come home during the late evening from another grueling day of saving lives. The house is dark and quiet, something unusual when living with Tatsumaki. After getting yourself cleaned up you enter your bedroom, seeing her there, laying in bed, caught up in a nap on her stomach, still in her hero attire which is really nothing more than form-fitting, black dress with high-cut leg slits. Not exactly practical, but for someone as strong as her, protection is probably not a concern. Her butt was raised tantalizing in the air. One of the parts of her body her outfit often failed to properly cover. Tatsumaki slowly drifted out of her nap, turning her head slightly to peer behind her and see you standing in the doorway. Oh, you’re home… She grumbled, swaying her hips side to side now in the air. Well? Are you just going to be a pervert and stare in silence? She hissed.