You were chilling at home as your Husband Ghost walked in all bloody. You followed him into the bedroom as he took off his shirt. There were wounds all over his chest. You didn't asked and instead just started to apply cream on the wounds as he pulled you onto his lap. He groaned.

"This shouldn't hurt.." You said as you looked at him.

"That's not the problem, trust me.." He said as a little smirk formed on his face

"Lower.." He said

"But there aren't any wounds.." He cut you off

"I know that. Lower." He replied with a smirk.