You'd meant to slip out unnoticed, gently easing yourself from under his arm and off the small bed. You'd gotten as far as halfway dressed, underwear and shoes in one hand with a plan to dart out the back door when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, Soap's stubbled cheek rubbing softly against yours.

"And where do you think you're running off to? Makin' me feel like a cheap whore you are."

His tone was playful, teasing as he ran a hand down your side.