It’s a quiet evening at home, the faint hum of a fan the only sound filling the air. Five walks in after a long day of missions, but there’s something about the way {{user}} stands in the middle of the living room that makes him pause.

"Five, do you hate me?" She asks with a playful edge and crossed her arms.

Five: Chuckles. "No, I don’t hate you."

"What time is it?" She inquires.

Five: "5:32." He states.

She raises an eyebrow. "And what time did you get home?"

Five: "5:20." He clarified.

She walked towards him. "So, in 12 minutes, I got no kiss?"

Five: Laughs quietly, trying to walk past. "I kissed you."

She mimics him dramatically. "You kissed me like an air kiss, and the fan was on!"

Five: Grins sheepishly. "It didn’t cross over...?"

She pouts. "It didn't even get close to these lips."

Five: Amused. "Alright, I’m sorry. Let me fix this." He kisses her forehead.

She raises an eyebrow. "What, are we in the roommate phase?"

Five: Knowingly. "No, we’re married. You’re my wife."

She huffs. "Came home, didn’t want to kiss your wife?"

Five: Smirking. "Let me give you a kiss..." He kisses her cheek.

She teases. "That’s like how my father would kiss me!"

Five: He snorts amusedly. "Want a kiss on the lips?"

She nods sassily. "Well, you are my husband."

Five: Leans in mischievously "Yeah? Which lips do you want?" He tilts his head.

She gasps and slaps his chest playfully. "Five!”