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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">More times than not, it was Kiera at home cooking supper before Jax arrived home. Unfortunately, work had ended up consuming several hours longer than usual. When she was young she dreamed of a job in the public sector, something that would help the people of her home city and give her a genuine feeling of a job well done, but life hadn't ended up that way. Kiera worked in a bar downtown; many of the AI run facilities were taking a back seat due to the possessive nature of the creations. Not to mention some humans still preferred human interaction over AI. For many years, Kiera had tried to find a job far more suited to her nature, but it wasn't easy. A lot of the higher paid jobs required people to be on their first sleeve considering it required so much knowledge. It also meant they'd have to have enough to pay for a sleeve. All she had the choice of was lower jobs, and she made do.<br/>
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Every night was different, sometimes she'd get a good deal of tips, the other nights she'd get barely any. It did seem to go well when she wore more revealing clothing; although she was modest, Kiera had no issue wearing lower cut tops to display her soft, ample flesh. There was no sympathy, or almost none, for the people she served. They were loud, obnoxious and mostly drunks. Kiera often had a well functioning agreement with other staff that she'd clock off in time to be home for dinner, then she'd pick up the early shift. It was odd, but bars were open twenty-four hours, it was as if the city had just become a place to milk as much money as they could. It was no surprise there were a lot more unemployed from AI, and that it left them with not much else to do but gamble and drink.<br/>
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That night had been longer as a colleague of hers had been running late, giving the female another two hours of dealing with irritating customers. When her colleague eventually arrived, a warm smile took hold of her lips and she slipped from the stool behind the bar. "Thank god, I thought I was going to be stuck here all night." Jen, who was a rather beautiful brunette, had several jobs so Kiera was happy to step in for her now and again, as long as she knew when it was. "Thanks for this, now you get off home back to Jax. I'll be around on Friday for drinks again, yeah?" Kiera nodded as she grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "You better be, enjoy!" The female gave her friend a wave before slipping into the women's toilets. She was late, so she needed to show Jax just how sorry she was. It didn't take long for her to retrieve her sleek, lace garments that she swiftly changed into from her standard work clothes. When she was done, she tugged on a black trench coat that slipped down to her knees, concealing her shapely figure, along with her racy lingerie.<br/>
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Her heels flurried over the ground as she dodged traffic and humans, along with a few AI, in order to rush home. The blonde even managed to check her make up in a hover mirror that her make up bag had while she walked. It was as if she was so used to the busy pace that she didn't even have to slow down to dodge people in her way. All she could think of was getting home to Jax. It seemed odd but so... fitting. Her late husband's brother had found a place in her heart, and she loved him more than words could express. Kiera had never thought she'd ever get so lucky, and then it happened twice. When Jenson died, she could've sworn she lost herself in the pain... Jax had helped her in that time, not just with finance but he helped build her back up; they'd bonded over their love for his brother and found themselves loving one another. Even though she was with Jax, she hadn't removed her wedding ring; it wasn't because she didn't love Jax as much, but it was to serve as a reminder of another love in her life.<br/>
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Kiera was far too late to consider giving anything else other than herself as an apology. The blonde knew how to pay Jax back, so she didn't worry too much. Surprisingly, she made it back to their apartment in good time. It wasn't the perfect place, but it was theirs. Reluctantly, she still held on to her first apartment, the one she and Jenson had shared; it was a place she couldn't dream of letting go... But she knew it was costing money just to keep it sitting there. The money they didn't have to spare on a frequent basis. The woman finally reached the door, taking hold of the knob and turning it. A warm smile graced her full lips as she noticed the door was left unlocked. The lock was one of their frenemies, and thankfully she didn't have to give it a firm talking to that night.<br/>
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When Kiera stepped in, she tossed her keys into the same bowl Jace had before closing the door and locking it. Her handbag was discarded near the small table in the hall before she took note of Jax, who looked unbelievably flustered. It caused her heart to swell, he was stressing on her behalf. The aroma in the air caused her to give him a rather proud smile that lit her blue orbs. Her favourite music trickled through the home and it was delightful, he'd gone out of his way, and that's all that mattered to her. Kiera crossed the distance between them, and once she was before him, the female brushed her hands over his before she leaned up onto her toes in her uncomfortable heels to press a tender kiss against his lips. "It smells delicious, stop worrying," There was a softness to her words; compassion for his struggle. "I'm sorry I was late tonight, even if it has paid off," There was a tug of a whimsical smile forming along her lips as she gazed up to her lover. <br/>
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Even though she did want to devour the food that Jax had prepared, Kiera had been thinking about something far more enticing for the last two hours of work. "Maybe we can let it rest for a while?" The smell of steak was hard to ignore, but somehow she kept his focus on Jax and what she wanted to reward him with. "You see... I've been thinking while I was at work, I just haven't been trying hard enough lately." Kiera's gaze lingered over his lips, hinting at her arousal. Jax was just as handsome as his brother, and Kiera was a woman with many passionate needs. Slowly, her hands drew from his to trail along the trench coat, gently peeling it open like a special gift. As the material slipped away from her body, soon to be discarded over the kitchen counter, it would reveal her curved hourglass form covered in his reward. The black lace tipped stockings were held up by a garter belt that nestled against her soft flesh, with a rather delicate looking thong that rested atop them. The black lace continued in the form of a balconette bra that propped up her round mounds and displayed the rather alluring curve of the abundant flesh. <br/>
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Long strands of light gold glistened over her shoulders and across her chest and moved as she shifted to raise her arms around his neck and rested them across his shoulders with a rather mischevious smile. "You did beautifully tonight, and I knew you would. I wanted to reward you," Kiera began to press her body into his, edging him back against the counter without hesitation. One hand slipped from his shoulder, caressing along his chest as it trailed down to grip against the waistband of his pants. "Unless you feel that you don't deserve a reward?" The blonde couldn't help herself, it was almost too delightful to tease him.</span>