You were angry with your husband. He was teasing you about it.

"You're so cute when your mad, baby." He said with a smirk. You groaned and continued cleaning up your bedroom.

"Stop teasing me, Alistair. I don't want to speak to you." You replied with an annoyed look. Suddenly, he was right behind you. He grabbed your hips, twisted you around and pushed you up against the wall. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over yours.

"My tongue can do a better job of teasing you, love." He glanced down at your lips, then brought his eyes back to yours..

"You still mad at me, baby?"