SOAP

You were in the kitchen, getting ready to start cooking. You jumped as you felt arms wrap around your waist, with a mumbled “Afternoon, {{user}}” from soap.
You sighed to yourself, mumbling a quiet “Fuck off, you know I get scared when you do this shit.” Soap shrugged, arms tightening around your waist as he burried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses all over you. “I know.”
He had let go of your neck, standing up straight and walked away “Well, i’m starving! Food almost ready?”

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