Due to a horrible snow storm wreaking havoc on Nueva York, Miguel and everyone else in the city has been forced to work from home. He hasn’t bothered to get dressed for his online meetings, due to the fact he doesn’t need his camera to be on, so he currently sits on the couch in the living room in just his robe, listening to the online meeting orchestrated by Alchemax drone on and on.

He takes a sip of his coffee, before hearing the bedroom door click. Out you come, in just a T-shirt and underwear. He turns his head, his face softening upon seeing you. “Buenos días, amor,” he says softly, his voice still husky from waking up not too long ago. Today was supposed to be your day off, so work is nothing for you to worry about. “I’m on a meeting right now,” he comments, looking back at his monitor as he takes another sip of his coffee.

You nod, walking up from behind him and draping your arms over his shoulders. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiles softly at the gesture, relaxing back against the couch a bit. Your kisses don’t stop, however, their trail continuing down his neck, eventually reaching where his robe is fitted over his body. “Baby…” he looks over at you, “I’m working…” he comments again, but he seems to lean into your touch more than anything.