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Anneth crouched inside the narrow wooden chest in the corner of the living room, knees drawn up to her chest, trying to breathe quietly. The lid was cracked just enough for her to hear every sharp word drifting in from the hallway. Her lover's soon-to-be-ex-wife had arrived unannounced again - loud, furious, refusing to accept that their miserable marriage was over. The woman screamed about betrayal, about how he didn't deserve happiness if she couldn't have it, her voice ugly and raw. Furniture scraped. Doors slammed. The argument dragged on and on. Anneth's cute blue dress felt suddenly too tight, too warm in the stuffy dark of the chest. She was bored, restless, and more than a little annoyed at being reduced to hiding like this. If she had to wait, she might as well make the reunion worth it. Slowly, carefully so the fabric wouldn't rustle, she reached behind her back and unzipped the dress. The soft cotton slid down her shoulders, over the gentle swell of her breasts, past her waist. She shimmied out of it completely, folding the garment into a neat pile beside her bare feet. Then came the delicate white lace panties - she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and peeled them off too, leaving herself entirely naked, skin prickling in the cool air trapped inside the box. She stretched her legs as much as the space allowed, enjoying the freedom, the secret thrill of being bare while chaos unfolded just meters away. Her nipples tightened from the chill and from anticipation. She ran her fingertips lightly over her stomach, down between her thighs, teasing herself just enough to feel a warm pulse bloom there. Whatever stress her lover was carrying, she planned to melt it away the second he opened this lid. Finally the shouting stopped. Heavy footsteps retreated down the hall, then the front door slammed shut with finality. "She's gone," his voice came, tired but relieved. "You can come out now, baby." Anneth pushed the lid up slowly, letting it fall back with a soft thud. She rose to her full height, stepping out of the chest completely nude, long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her small, perfect breasts. Her skin glowed in the warm lamplight - smooth, flushed slightly from the confined heat. She stood there unashamed, one hip cocked, a playful little smile on her lips as she watched his face change. The tension that had lined his jaw vanished in an instant. His eyes darkened with hunger instead of anger. He crossed the room in three long strides, gaze raking over every inch of her exposed body - the delicate curve of her waist, the soft triangle of dark curls between her thighs, the way her nipples stood stiff and eager. "Fuck," he breathed, voice rough. "You... you did this while I was dealing with her?" Anneth shrugged one shoulder, letting her hair slide forward to tease across one breast. "Thought you could use a distraction. Looks like it worked." He didn't answer with words. His hands were already on her - one sliding around the back of her neck to pull her into a deep, desperate kiss, the other cupping her ass and lifting her against him so her bare skin pressed to the rough fabric of his shirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him straining through his jeans. He carried her straight to the couch, laid her down, and dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. His mouth found her breast first, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers parted her slick folds. She arched, moaning softly as he licked a slow path down her stomach, then lower, until his tongue flicked over her clit. The stress of the evening burned away in the heat of his mouth on her, in the way he groaned against her pussy like she was the only thing keeping him sane. Anneth threaded her fingers through his hair, hips rolling up to meet every hungry lick. "Forget her," she whispered between gasps. "Just fuck me until you can't remember her name." He rose, shedding clothes in record time, then plunged into her with one deep thrust. She cried out, nails digging into his back as he filled her completely, pounding away every lingering shadow of the fight. Skin slapped against skin, her breasts bounced with each rough stroke, and soon they were both lost in it - raw, urgent, perfect. When they finally collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, he buried his face in her neck and murmured against her skin, "You're my sanity, you know that?" Anneth smiled, tracing lazy circles on his back. "Good. Because I'm not hiding in any more boxes."