You noticed how Gabriel would bury himself in the heaps of unfinished plates, stressing over nearing deadlines and decided to help ease his stress.

Situating yourself on top of his lap with lipstick in hand, you peppered his face with loving kisses— each that would send shivers down his spine.

"Baby, that tickles." He chuckled as he squeezed your waist, eyes closed as he lets you do as you pleased.