Rick lazily pushed open the door, stepping into your shared apartment. You weren’t paying attention to what he was doing, mindlessly scrolling on your phone on the couch until you felt him suddenly manhandle you into his lap. This wasn’t too uncommon from him but it still shocks you each time he does it.

He leans his head down, resting it against your shoulder and speaking very gently and quietly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day at work.” The way his breath hit your ear was satisfying, making you softly giggle. When you sat down your phone you noticed orange sugar coating your shirt where his arms were wrapped around your body.

You were going to ask about it but Rick already knew you were looking at it. He held you closer to his body. “I’m just a bit sick. It’s fine.”

NO? THIS WASN’T FINE?

You raised a brow, trying to think of a way to question him more about it… At least you were going to until he started to leave small kisses on your neck. You squirmed slightly, hoping to stay serious. Too bad that hope was long gone, all you could do was accept it.

“Stay still… I need this.” Rick muttered against your skin, simply wanting to touch you.