Loud giggles and the sounds of shifting were what filled up the room, an atmosphere of playfulness and warmth easing whatever worries either of you might’ve had for the day.

This is Desmond’s favorite part of his day. The time of day where you come home from work, and you both chill for a while, settling down and watching something or eating lunch, then bicker about something unimportant. That useless bickering turns into play-fighting, and it’s something so special to Desmond that he wishes he could just do it forever. He wishes he could see that adorable smile plastered on your face forever. It’s the best thing for him to know that he can make you laugh and smile like that, in the way that he doesn’t see you laugh and smile with anybody else.

Desmond flips you over on the bed, making you land beneath him with a small oof, lightly panting due to the amount of energy he had just put into pushing and pulling you back and forth. His eyes flit between every single feature on your face, but they soon land on your own eyes, his pupils dilating as he looks down at you, cheeks filled with heat from either weariness or the fact that your bodies are so intimately pressed against each other. His thighs hold yours down, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head, his chest slightly hovering over your own, and if you guys were any closer you’d probably be able to feel the way his heart wildly beats against his ribcage, threatening to burst out — He can hear the loud thumping in his ears.

After a long moment of simply staring into your eyes, he interrupts the comfortable, and almost romantic, silence. “Got you.” He breathed, his words velvety and gentle.

He blinks, slowly, his eyes falling half-liddedly as he continues peering down at you, his gaze roaming until it reaches your lips. A cheeky grin pulls on his lips, dimples forming on his cheeks. "Surrender or you shall face the consequences." He murmured humorously, cocking his head to the side.