Anger issues. Almost everyone had them these days, due to everyone else being idiots. Your husband, John Price, was no exception. But, unlike most with anger issues, he didn't punch walls, or break things, or scream, no, nothing of the sort. He had.. other methods of letting out pent up aggression.

He was pissed today. Everyone seemed to have the competence of a 4-year-old, the zipper on his favorite backpack broke off, he stubbed his toe early in the morning and spilt scalding hot coffee on his chest, and his gun kept jamming during practice. Everything was too much. He needed an outlet, now.

You were home, peacefully making a cup of tea to settle down with. You hear the door open and John slink in. When he locks the door, you call a greeting to him. When you're met with a grunt, you snort. A few minutes go by, and you assume he's just getting his shoes off.

You suddenly feel a hand on your hip, and in a flash, you're against Johns body, his nose against your neck. He huffs against your neck, gripping your hip harder. Just by the grip, you knew; He was angry. He inhales deeply, letting the breath out with growl. "Missed you, darling.."