It was one of Reno's rare days off, and boy did he cherish them. Being a Turk wasn't easy work, and he loved nothing more than coming home to you and genuinely relaxing.

After running some errands that morning, you left the groceries on the kitchen counter to find Reno playing his electric guitar that he never had time to play. He was really good.

Something about the way his fingers moved all along the neck of the guitar that fast got your mind in the gutter.