For whatever reason, Hank seemed to take pride in his boring personality. He had seemed mysterious and striking when they first met, an adventure that would never end. But all that was just a facade and a proud one at that. The more you got to know him, the more you peeled away at his personality, the less you would find. Sure, some people would have been fine with such a life.  Fine with having Hank as their husband. She did feel bad; of course Danielle didn't want to change anybody. Nobody should change unless they willingly wanted to do so, even if he tried to chain her down and paint her into being a housewife from the 50s. "Yes, right there," she mumbled and barely just managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. It didn't feel like he was even inside of her. It hadn't always been like that, no, she was sure the sex had been great the first few times - or perhaps that was the anticipation of being with a new person, someone she had thought to be her soulmate. Turns out he didn't believe in such a thing and always scolded her whenever she would glance through the horoscope section in the newspapers he always aligned perfectly with the edges of the table. There was no space for imagination.<br/><br/>The whimpering meant that he was close and soon Danielle felt him slowing down only to stop shortly after. A smile appeared on her lips, a genuine one. It wasn't due to the fact that he had released his seed inside of her or that she had been able to please her man, but rather the fact that it was over. He was leaving and she could be herself. She had already made plans with a girl friend for the weekend, which meant it was time to dig out her flashy clothes from behind her blazers and pastel dresses. He had made her throw out most of her favorite clothes when they got married, but she had managed to sneak some into boxes and place them all the way back in their spacious wardrobe. Luckily she was able to, seeing as he had his own section. He was afraid that whatever was left of her perfume would seep into his clothes - and then what would his colleagues think of him? That he indulged in strip clubs and spent his free time on going out? At first she had laughed and thought he was kidding, but when he installed a separate closet for her, it had been all too clear.<br/><br/>Danielle took a deep breath when he climbed off her and frowned when he instantly exited the bedroom, only for her to hear the tap in the bathroom start running. She knew exactly what he was doing and it made her feel dirty, unappreciated. She made sure to clean herself daily and preserve a good level of hygiene, and yet he acted as if her flower was venomous. "It's not like your cock is going to wither and fall off," she whispered to herself and rolled onto the side, momentarily burying her head in one of the down pillows. She wanted to scream from sheer frustration. Instead, she counted to ten and got up to make the bed. That was another thing she was looking forward to; she could roll the sheets as much as she wanted to while he was away. Nothing needed to be picture perfect. Danielle could be herself.<br/><br/>Startled as he returned, she let him kiss her only to be hugged shortly after. Good thing he was, because as he mentioned her going off the pill, her face turned sour. Hank wouldn't have liked that. "I love you too. Safe trip." That was all he'd get, otherwise she knew she couldn't refrain from getting into an argument with him. She simply wasn't ready for kids. She wanted to build up a career, to climb the ladder and become a known and respected model - the exact opposite of what he wanted for her.