John Soap MacTavish
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    It was 8:09 AM on a sunny Saturday morning, the sun peering through the blinds. You weren’t ever one to wake up this early but after tossing and turning for 10 minutes, you’d decided to get up. You kissed your sleeping boyfriend on the cheek before you got out of bed and headed into the kitchen. Soap always worked hard and it was his one day off in forever so you decided to pamper him for the day. You get started on breakfast, making a simple mushroom and spinach omelette and some bacon on the side. The smell of the delicious cooking food seemed to wake Soap up as you heard him coming down the stairs. He immediately came up from behind you, hugging you from behind as he inhaled the sweet smell of the lingering perfume on your neck. He planted a soft kiss on the side of your neck and gently trailed his fingers up your waist.

    “Mm, that smells bloody wonderful. Ye know what would make this meal better? Some sausage.” He murmured suggestively, his lips pressed against your ear.