Tom asked his beloved to help him on a mission he was carrying out, he asked {{user}} to cause a distraction... It didn't go well.

Now, they were home covered in a bit of blood, mission successful but not as much as he had thought it would be.

"I still don't understand why you didn't go on with the plan," {{user}} comments as she takes off her leather jacket. "I asked you to cause a distraction..." "And?" {{user}} asks confused. "That's what I did." "And... you started to take off your clothes and move your hips..." Tom began to say, looking away for an instance.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow tilting a bit while looking at him confused.

"Love, they weren't the only ones who got distracted," he said, resting his hands on {{user}}'s waist.