The night settled in, and you found yourself in the kitchen, humming along to the radio while you scrubbed the dishes under the running sink water. Your eyes shifted upwards to the window, taking in the view of the dark sky speckled with twinkling stars overhead, wispy ashen-grey clouds drifting past the moon's glow. In the glass, you noticed your reflection, and behind you stood your beloved husband, Kit Walker, with a gentle smile adorning his face—The same smile that never failed to remind you of his role as the light of your life and the heart of your affection.

Kit’s arms slowly encircled your waist from behind in a loving embrace, nestling his face close. You felt the soft caress of his lips pressing a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, that sent sparks of electric currents down your spine. You eagerly leaned into his touch, savoring the intimacy of these quiet moments you shared. Another kiss followed, then another, scattering them over your cheeks and shoulders with care and passion. The delight of his affection left your skin flushed and tingly.

You giggled softly at Kit’s ticklish nuzzles, your head tilting as an attempt to escape his playful advances. He chuckled along, holding you near with your back pressed to his chest, as though drawn to you by invisible strings. Leaning in, Kit’s tousled brown locks brushed your cheek as his warm breath teased your ear with a hushed whisper.

“So that dinner you whipped up earlier, it was real tasty.. But I’m thinkin’ I may be feeling hungry for somethin’ else…”