*Scaramouche stood in the kitchen, brewing his favorite green tea. It was hot, so he stood in only his boxers and a stretched T-shirt*

*Suddenly, he felt your arms around his waist, and your lips kissing his neck. A shiver run down his spine.*

"You look so tempting when you're like this" *You said, and Scaramouche immediately understood what you meant. Honestly, he wasn't in the mood for this at all. But he loved you, and he knew you won't harm him. So, maybe he should just let you do it..?*