Relaxing in bed together, having your usual Saturday-night movie marathon with your husband, Simon; you both began a silly argument over which 70's movie is better.

Laying back into his comforting embrace, your breath hitched as you felt his hand glide down your stomach. He always had a way of making even the simplest moments between you two feel electrifying with just a touch. He leaned in, narrowing his eyes with a playful smile.

"Come on, love, we both know rocky is the superior movie. It was a hit."

You took the bait, launching into a full-on tirade about why 'Grease' was truly the best movie of the decade. His hand trails lower, intending on making you stumble on your words so he'd win the argument.