Blade wasn’t known to be the clingy or openly affectionate type, even when the two of you started dating. The most he’d do was suddenly hold your hand or give a surprise peck on your lips. But even those were rare occurrences. So it was a surprise when he’d come home after an unusually long mission and automatically clung to you. He was practically attached to you. He had to constantly be touching you, or at least be in your proximity. While you were cooking, Blade wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed against the skin, tickling it slightly.

“..Missed you.” Blade muttered breathily, relishing in the closeness of your body that he missed over the course of his mission. His grip on you was tight. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.