man and wife (addie)

[finn]

Finn had promised Addie that they would spend more time together, and so there they were eating dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town, but his mind wasn't on the food or the conversation or even his wife. His mind was more preoccupied by thoughts of when he could get away from her so that he could find something entirely more interesting to occupy his evening with. It wasn't Addison's fault, really, nor was it that he didn't love her. It was simply that they'd been together so long now that he'd grown, well, bored of her.

They'd done everything together, and he knew her better than anyone, but despite that, Finn had gotten tired of the dull, repetitiveness of their life together. It was the same thing over and over again, and although he'd tried to resist and ignore his thoughts of cheating, eventually temptation had struck too hard, and he'd given in. It wasn't even really about the sex for him. Anyone with a brain could see that Addison was the most gorgeous woman alive. It was that the women he did sleep with were just different from his wife. They weren't her, and as terrible as it was, that was something Finn seemed to crave lately.

He wasn't sure if all married men felt this way, or if he really was just that bad of a person, but he didn't understand how anyone could be with someone else for so long and not get tired of just being with them. At first it had made him happy to wake up every morning and see her laying there next to him, but as time went on, and he had started cheating, Finn had grown to just feel annoyed every time he saw her. Now as he watched his wife try to make small talk, Finn thought to himself, If only she knew...if she could just be...different...do things differently every once in awhile...I think we could still make it work. I still love her...and I definitely don't want to be 'divorced guy' at my age...I just need a change.

Finn sighed a little and took a sip of his wine, the plate of food in front of him barely touched, before setting it back down on the table. He looked at Addison and smiled a bit, remembering how it had been when they'd first started going out. Everything had just been so perfect between them and the day they'd gotten married had been the happiest of his life, but now he couldn't even sit through one lousy dinner with her without wanting to just get away to do something more fun.

They'd had a million dinners like this together before, and it wasn't like this one was special, but Finn was trying to be interested in what Addison was saying. He had to at least try and see if he could handle being married to her for much longer, because he did still love her, and he really didn't want to get a divorce. That seemed like the next logical step. It didn't help that every second he spent with her, the worse his guilt about cheating on her got. If Addison ever found out about it, he knew that it would crush her, and hurting her was never something he wanted to do. Finn didn't know if he could love his wife the way he had before, but for the sake of their marriage, he was sure as hell going to try tonight.

TAGGED: Addie
WORDS: 593
NOTES: sorry it sucks. my muse is blah.
CREDIT: me

[addie]

Pushing her fork across her plate aimlessly, shifting a gob of now concealed pasta across the porcelain surface Addison bite her lip awkwardly. She had been doing this so often during the course of the meal that she had scraped off the majority of her tinted lipgloss, tasting more of the sweet, faintly fruity flavor then her meal. She had been so goddamn pleased when Finn had told her that he had made a reservation for them, he was obviously trying to make an effort for her, and she had spent the afternoon in a state of blissful primping, dressing and undressing in front of the mirror countless times, spending more time then she usually did in a week on her hair and ensuring that she looked flawless. Now it seemed that she had gone to all that trouble for nothing, Finn was off in his own world and though she had been trying since the moment they sat down to capture his attention, he was gone, lost in his own thoughts. Her feeble attempts at conversation had been fruitless, her husband only awarding her with half committed affirmations of whatever she was saying, with an obvious lack of participation in the conversation. Addison knew Finn was a very physical and visual man, but even the body hugging dress that displayed a risque amount of skin seemed to do nothing to garner his attention.

At this point Addison felt like she was sitting with a stranger. Yes, the man across from her looked with the Finn she had always known, but this Finn seemed to lack any of the life, the spark or interest that Addison had come to expect from him. It had been days since they had really talked, Finn always at him office, or out with his friends, gone before Addison had risen from bed and returning late when Addison had already drifted off for the night. The desperation to find something, anything to has his attention on her again was making her sick, her stomach churning, a bitter taste coating her mouth and preventing her from enjoying her meal. Setting down her cutlery Addie reached for her wine, swirling the long stemmed glass quickly before taking a rather large mouthful, licking a stray drop from the corner of her lips.

It hadn't always been like this, they had been happy once, for a long time. The pair had dated for a fairly long time, a span of a few years before a brief engagement and then they been married. They had been the fairytale couple for a time, the handsome successful business man and his beautiful wife, the luxurious lifestyle and then things had starting slipping out from Addison's control. Finn seemed distracted now and Addison had the feeling that he was using his hectic work schedule to avoid her. He never wanted to talk and even now, when it had seemed like he was trying again, things had fallen flat. It had to be something she had done wrong, something about her that had made him lose interest so quickly, and Addison wished that she knew how to right it.

Glancing across the table Addison meet his eyes and embolden by the small smile that he sent her way slipped her foot out of her shoe, letting the heel drop to the floor, the sound muffled by the clattering of the restaurant. Extending her leg out Addison tentatively let her foot brush against the inside of his calf, up and down, slowly, hesitantly. It had been so long since either of them had been affection with each other, though not for a lack of trying on Addison's part. "You seem distracted...penny for your thoughts, love?"

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