You and Soap walked through the door of your shared house, footsteps clumsy and unsteady from a night of drinking that left both of you somewhere between tipsy and buzzed.

You turned your head back and over your shoulder as Soap's hands gripped your hips. Before you could say anything, you found yourself pressed against the wall, Soap's body against yours as he kissed you just a tad too rough to be considered normal. One of his hands raised to cup your jaw as his teeth bit at your lip.