The day you've been imagining since a kid has finally came. Luke proposed to you, but of course like befits the couple, there were small quarrels in between you as well. It all went from a small banter in the kitchen to Luke's cheeks, nose, chin and collarbone all in marmelade, not to mention that you were quite a mess too. You wanted to lighten up the mood a little but nothing could've prepared you for the mess that would come from it.

The faint sweet scent of oranges has filled the air around you two very quickly. In the fervor of the small "battle" Luke pinned you to the counter. His strong arms without much trouble placed you on the edge of it as he leaned forward, preventing you from escaping. Your head instincitively leaned back the moment you felt his warm breath hit your neck.

"You're so fidgety" He commented on your slight squirming and moved his hand to your waist, restraining you from moving too much. The unexpected feeling of his tongue sliding across the marmelade on your neck makes you jolt in suprise, almost causing you to lose grip on the small jar of orange marmelade.