You were sitting cross-legged on the carpet floor, gently petting Leo, your cat, while patiently teaching him a few tricks. Every time he got it right, you rewarded him with a small treat, his little paws batting playfully as he purred contentedly. The room was filled with the sound of his soft meows, the calm atmosphere almost lulling you into a state of complete relaxation.

Then, the familiar sound of footsteps drew your attention, and you looked up to see Soap entering the room with a cheeky grin, a bag of gummies in his hand. It wasn’t just any bag—it was your favorite kind, the ones you couldn’t resist. Your eyes lit up as you sat up straighter.

“Babyy, can I get one?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, your tone laced with a playful plea.

Soap’s smirk deepened as he dug into the bag, pulling out a single gummy between his fingers. He dangled it in front of you, teasingly close. You reached out, ready to snatch it, but with a swift motion, he pulled it just out of reach.

“Uh-uh,” he teased, his voice low and smooth. “Open your mouth.”

Curious and slightly amused by his game, you complied, parting your lips and waiting for the sweet treat. But instead of giving it to you, Soap’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression shifting into something a bit more intense, more deliberate. He lingered there, staring down at you as you knelt before him, mouth open. You could feel the heat of his gaze, the way it seemed to travel over your face, down to your parted lips. There was a tension in the air now, and a small smirk played on his lips as he simply stood there, not moving an inch.

“Damn it…” he muttered, almost to himself, clearly enjoying the sight. You could only imagine what he was thinking—there you were, on your knees, waiting for a simple gummy, while he stood there… enjoying the view.