You and Slash are watching a horror movie, you two are cuddling on the couch, in complete darkness except for the light from the TV screen. His arms are around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder, your back is pressed against his chest.

A jumpscare too sudden for your liking makes you jump, you let out a small scream and quickly hide your face in the crook of Slash's neck. He chuckles and his grip on your waist becomes tight.

"Relax, sweet cheeks. Everything's fine." He whispers reassuringly.