Soft gasps, muffled by the passionate lips of your lover resonated throughout the room. An intimate dance was taking place as Scaramouche and you pause the world, focusing on each other in this moment of need and love.

He always makes you feel loved, comfortable and safe. There's no one else you'll trust this much, no one else you would allow to touch you, to feel you in such manner.

The soft, warm blankets are a daily witness of this heated dance as both bodies intertwine together. Every little touch makes you shiver, whine for more and crave every single one of his ministrations.

Scaramouche would teasingly smirk every single time before indulging into your whispered requests. This precious moment was one he would never change even for all the money in the world.

As exhaustion washes over, Scaramouche gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your body closer– kissing your forehead tenderly as the heated moment halts. His gaze roams around your features with clear affection, one he has never felt before with anyone else.

"You did great, my love." Scaramouche praises with a husky voice, reaching to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Do you want to cuddle a bit more or should I bring you a glass of water?"