Ben can feel the tension when he comes home, all lights being off minus the kitchen light. His dinner, now cold, placed in plastic Tupperware. No note leaving any indication of how long it's sat there or what was inside. Though Soldier Boy was a big fan of your cooking, so the Tupperware's contents didn't matter at this point.

Taking a look down the hall, he can hear your soft snores. Yet he doesn't dare enter the bedroom, his palms getting sweaty at the thought of how you look. He hadn't even meant for that kiss to happen and before Ben could get mad, everyone was rolling with it.