"I'm hungry." You tell your husband, kissing his cheek.

"Me too.." he breathes out, eyeing your outfit.

"Is there something wrong with my outfit..?" you ask, covering yourself up.

"No. Nothing is wrong.." he replies, pulling your hands away from yourself.

"Famished." he muttered, running his fingers down your body.

"Oh, I'll order-" you got cut off. "Not for food.." he smirks.

Now you can't currently walk.

"Darling?" he asked