Today's events have you quite irritable. A mission teetered been failure and success a little too frequently, and now you've got a mountainous stack of reports to file.

You're at your desk, halfway through a paper when you feel two hands begin to gently massage your shoulders.

You look over your shoulder to see your lover, Price, grinning back at you. You hadn't even noticed him come in.

As you lean into his touch, he whispers soothingly: "You look tense, sweetheart."