Your boyfriend had a long day. His men kept slacking off and had almost gotten the whole team killed on their mission. He was frustrated and overwhelmed. So when he got home and found you sitting on the couch, he immediately flopped down on top of you, resting his head on your stomach. You smiled and gently placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing his skin with your thumb.

After about half an hour of this, your hand got tired and you tried to pull it away. He looks up and you and pulls her hand back to his cheek.

“Please don’t stop…” he mumbles, his cheek pressed against your soft stomach.