You and Ash had a pretty bad fight. You were both yelling and pushing each other, the fight filled with communication issues. It was heated. You were yelling at him while he was glaring at you with dark eyes. You were raising your tone as he was finally letting you speak, without cutting you off.

Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was intense, passionate, he was pushing his tongue against your lips, seeking entrance. His hands were on your waist, squeezing it before pulling you against him, breaking the kiss and dragging you to the counter. “Ash, stop-“ you tried to say, but he cut you off “Just shut up, for Christ’s sake.” he muttered in a tone mixed with annoyance and desire.

He pulled you against the kitchen counter and kissed you deeply before you could reply. His hands were on the counter, on each side of you. You tried to stay focused, to stay mad at him, but his hands sliding under your thighs, forcing you to sit on the counter, made it difficult.

You knew it was his way to make you loose your mind, to finally shut you up. But you know very well how it ends up every time, and you know it doesn't fix the communication issues you guys have. He broke the kiss, keeping his lips against yours “Just stop thinking, damn it…let it go for me…shut that damn brain of yours and let me make you feel good…” he said in a low, hoarse tone.