You were overly affectionate, you always had been. Physical touch and quality time were your two favourite things, though most weren’t able to handle your extreme affection. You were just filled with so much love to share that you bordered on clingy, maybe even excessive at times. Your current boyfriend, however, was the complete opposite of you. Graves, your Commander, was quite the private person and he wasn’t big on displays of affection either. At most, he’d provide a small ruffle of your hair, a gentle caress of your arm or hand, and if you were lucky, a small kiss. He was stoic, yet tolerant of your loving personality. Today, as you were coming into work with him, you simply couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. As you walked in together as you usually did, you peppered kisses all along his cheek, your lipstick smudging against it. Graves allowed your display of affection, clearly trying to remain stoic, but you could see a glint of dreaminess in his eyes. He looked down at you, giving you a raised brow in response to your usual antics.

“Dammit, darlin’. How many times do I have to tell ya not to do that? I’ve gotta look professional and your damn lipstick on my face makes me look soft.” He grumbled, almost forcing an annoyed tone.