Tony had gotten home from work a little later than you had liked which angered you to no end. It made you even angrier at how he just stood there with his legs spread and a glass of whiskey in his hand, that stoic face staring up at you as he listened to your ranting.

When you started yelling in his face, her grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap, his hands holding your face as he pressed his lips to yours. He knew how to shut you up real quick and he did it so well.