As you slowly slip off his utility belt and tactical gear, your heart races as he places himself inches above you, knees trapping your legs together, big heavy palms pressed into the silk sheets on either sides of your head, him letting out a chuckle of domanince.

"Been waiting for me all day, hm?" he hummed, pressing his face to your neck, breathing you in through his mask, his gloved fingers tracing along your sides, carving you into his god.

Heavy seconds later, your clothes were off, and so were his — except for that damn mask.

"Simoooon.." you whine, wanting to feel his lips on yours, his cheek against your chest, his eyes watching you from his eye sockets alone, and not through that mask.

He sighed, stepping back, the mood lost.

"You know why I do this—"

"I don't care!" you interrupted, crossing your arms.

"Si, we're engaged and all I've ever got from you were three kisses. Three. Don't you think it's time?"

He scoffs, his head in his hands, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, and flinched as you placed a warm hand on the expanse of his back.