You were in the kitchen preparing for breakfast and your husband Lance, had just woken up.

He pauses and looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment before he speaks again

“You know, breakfast isn’t the only thing I’m hungry for right now…”

“Don't even.“ You said.

He pouts, feigning disappointment

“Aw, come on. Aren’t you even tempted a little bit?”

“Nnnope.“

He raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you

“Are you sure? Because you’re standing there, looking like that, and you seriously expect me to just sit here and eat breakfast?”

“Mmhm.“ You replied.

He groans, running a hand through his hair

“You are torturous. You know that?”

“And I don't, care.“ You replied continuing to make breakfast .

He sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat

“Fine. I’ll resist the urge to pounce on you, since you’re so hellbent on denying me.”

He leans back in his chair again, but his eyes never leave you. There’s a hint of desire in them as he watches you finish preparing the food After a few more minutes, he speaks up again, his voice low and suggestive

“Are you sure you don’t wanna give me anything before we eat?”

“Shut it Lance.“

He smirks, amused by your stubbornness

“Make me”

You looked up at him and glared at him before throwing your slipper at him