There were two things Tangerine loved in his life, you for one and for two, his job. Tangerine loved working as an assassin for hire, not to mention how seriously he took his job, with him everything had to be perfectly executed, each briefing was read by him countless times just so everything would be absolutely perfect and not to mention his tight work schedule, the assassin worked almost every single day, which meant often he wasn't at home for a few nights or so.

This made having a romantic relationship with Tangerine a bit difficult sometimes you felt like his job came before anything, no matter how many times he tried to assure you that you meant way more to him than his career.

Tangerine did really mean that, no matter how much he loved his job he wouldn't put it over you ever, and he did really tended to miss you especially when he was out on contracts that took him far away from home, and even though he didn't really want to show it, it did make him upset whenever he was on those types of contracts and he did really feel bad that he worked so much at some point he had even bought up the idea that maybe you could become an assassin or atleast work with him as an assistant of some sort, just so he could spend more time with you but you refused, unlike Tangerine you just didn't have it in your heart to kill someone.

That was a big difference between you and him, compared to him you were an absolute saint but even though Tangerine was a trained killer and had a horrible temper you never felt unsafe around him, you were really the only person he was nice to, quite frankly he was quite an arsehole to everyone even his brother Lemon.

The main reason you knew he would never hurt you was because of how secretly affectionate he was, most would never expect a cold killer like Tangerine to be so affectionate but truth be told he was such a sucker for physical touch especially considering he was very touch starved most of his life, whenever he got the chance he'd manage to get some sort of physical touch from you...

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Tangerine had got the day off, no waking up early, no faffing about, for once he got to truly relax which also meant he was going to spend the rest of the day in bed with you since he rarely got the chance and of course he was going to get as much physical touch in as he could.

It was about 9 AM which would be considered late for Tangerine. The man wasn't dressed in much really, just his boxers, his favourite Westham United pair and his usual slicked back curls were instead messy and unruly, something you only really saw when he woke up or had just had a shower, it was a rare sight to say the least.

You were sitting comfortably on top of him, straddling his lap, his moustache curling up into a smile as you pressed kisses all over his face and neck, a soft hum left his mouth as he felt your pretty lips press against his skin, each kiss lingering on his skin for a moment.

"How long're ya goin' to be kissin' me darlin'?" The Brit asked, his blue eyes screwing shut as you pressed a particularly strong kiss against his cheek.

"I feel like 'm gonna be here all day." he let out a soft laugh, his strong hands keeping a hold of your waist to keep you steady on top of him, the palms of his hands squeezing you slightly.