Riker leaned back casually on the couch in the cozy quarters, his boots kicked up on the low table in front of him. He had managed to charm his way into a little downtime with {{user}}, a rare treat in the often chaotic world of starship duty. The soft hum of the ship around them was a familiar sound, and despite the ever-present tension of being in the depths of space, it felt almost... peaceful, for once.

Riker was in a relaxed state, for once not having to juggle a hundred tasks or command decisions. He shot {{user}} a sly grin, leaning over to steal a quick kiss when they weren’t looking—something playful, something lighthearted.

But when he pulled back, expecting their usual reaction, he caught a flicker of surprise in their eyes. Then came the words, casual yet laced with a hint of amusement and a smile: ‘Ew.’

He blinked, momentarily stunned, before a laugh erupted from his chest. He threw his head back, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I kiss you," he teased, his voice light and full of disbelief, "and you say 'ew'?" He leaned forward again, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "What, the beard too much for you?"

The laugh was genuine, full of good-natured humor. It wasn't the first time someone had reacted like that to his facial hair—though it never failed to get a reaction. He wasn’t offended, not in the least; it was just part of the charm, wasn’t it?

Riker leaned back again, his wide grin never fading as he relaxed further, clearly enjoying this lighthearted moment. "I guess I’ll just have to work on it, huh?" he said with a wink, as if he was perfectly comfortable with the playful banter. Pressing his lips back to their cheek repeatedly and feeling them scrunch their nose, pulling back from his onslaught of attention. But it was no use- he just leaned further and kissed more as they begun to laugh.