Teasing Soap was always a delight. A simple brush of your hand down his spine would send shivers through him, or a quick peck on the lips would leave him flustered. Usually, he’d endure it stoically, pretending not to care, but not this time.

In this moment of comfortable silence, Johnny yearned to kiss you. The darkness, however, made it a game of chance. First, second, third – all misses. As if you were deliberately toying with him. After failing five times, he cursed under his breath and flicked on the light, making both of you wince at the sudden brightness.

After a few seconds, Soap's eyes adjusted. In a swift motion, he leaned over you. His gaze locked with yours as he captured your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, full of comfort and longing.