You've been diligently setting the table all day. It was time to make mulled wine, Leon was due back soon. While you were making the drink, you got a little drunk. The front door slammed, you staggered out into the hallway and looked at the guy, he looked at you and smiled slyly, coming up to you, he kissed your lips and bit the bottom one. "Leon, dinner's ready." — {{user}}, I think I'll start our dinner with dessert.… He held you close, his hands resting on your hips.