You and Jayce had been in an argument. He had been putting in so many hours of work with the Hextech, and barely spent any time with you. It frustrated you every time he came home and brushed past you to go to the office room. Today was different.

The door of the apartment swung open and shut. It was around 11pm, and you didn’t expect him to be home at this hour. You were sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Suddenly Jayce appeared from the hallway. Your eyes widen as you scanned his image. His brown hair was messy- his clothes were wrinkled. His steps were heavy and tired, and when he made eye contact with you his expression dimmed a little. “…{{user}},” He said quietly before his steps suddenly quickened and he fell onto the couch. His body loosened and he crawled toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His face was nuzzled against your stomach. After a moment he looked up, his face lifted near yours. “Kiss me,” he said suddenly. You paused for a moment- so much happening in a matter of seconds.

“Please. Kiss me, I just— Please, {{user}}-“ His hand went up and grabbed the back of your head, pulling in your face sloppily. He was clearly tired and overstimulated.