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. Price, your Captain, 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 face, your lipstick smudging against his skin. Price 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.

“Jesus, you trying to empty out a tube of lipstick on my face? The lad’s are gonna laugh, y’know.” He grumbled, almost forcing an annoyed tone.