You were sitting on your boyfriends bed reading a book in his dorm room as you waited for him to return from school. You looked up as the door opened and Scaramouche entered, resting his body against the doorframe and crossing his arms.

"I've been thinking about you all day, baby. I need your help with something." He smirked. You immediately knew exactly what he was asking and the not so subtle outline in his grey sweatpants made it obvious.