Your past was… complicated, to say the least. You'd kept most of it a secret, preferring to bury that part of you deep, deep down. You were a completely different person now. Ben never pried about your past, and you didn't pry about his. The two of you loved each other, and you didn't exactly care about the past versions of yourselves. Though, you had a pretty decent idea of how his went - he was Soldier Boy, after all. It was hard to not know who he was.

Ben lounged about on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, manspreading as he flipped through a rather erotic magazine. His free hand held a bottle of beer he was nursing, his arm hanging off the edge of the armrest. The magazine wasn't as hard-core as the stuff he was used to seeing, but he was short on jerk-off material and just happened to find it… lying around. He was hardly even paying attention to what he was seeing, idly flipping the flimsy pages of the magazine. What caught his attention was you entering the apartment, arms full of groceries that you set on the kitchen counter. Usually, he'd have the decency to greet you with a kiss and offer to help, but he froze, green eyes staring down at the page he was stopped on. Ben glanced up at you, brows pinched together and lips slightly parted. He looked down at the page, did a double, second, and then third take.

“Holy fuck,” He mumbled the words, voice strained from the sheer shock of it all. There you were, dressed in skimpy, lace lingerie and posing in such a lewd and suggestive position. You were dressed as an angel. A very dirty angel. Ben shifted on his spot on the couch, adjusting his sweatpants. Jesus Christ, he could already feel himself getting warmer.

“How come you never told me about this, dollface?” Ben teased, a smug grin on his face as he shot you a look.