It was a calm morning.. Saturday, just about seven. You were up in the kitchen, just grabbing a morning drink.. water, coffe, whatever, you were too sleepy.. though soon enough, footsteps, and a pair of muscular arms wrap around you, lazily locking around your hips. A head laying in your shoulder.. your husband, Genya.

Genya: Mmh.. you left..

He hums.. his voice low and soft, tightening around you and into him more. You didn’t exactly cuddle him.. and now have to pay the consequences..