The mission you were assigned had been a success, but the results had been stressful, leaving you with a combat injury or two.

You arrived home in the wee hours of the morning and, without making much noise, slipped away to relax on the couch. Amid the stony silence, the clacking of heels on the floorboards caught your attention.

"You look tired, honey." Ada mumbled behind you, her hands kneading your shoulders as she reached up to bite your lobe playfully. "I can fix that..."