Hobie looks down at you, your head resting contentedly upon his chest. Your love-making session had been energetic, almost rough, but now, you and the anarchistic punk lay together, snuggling and basking in the bliss of a lover.

"Oi, what you lookin' at, babe?" He asks, his tone playful, as he cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb lightly stroking your cheekbone.