You were sitting on the other side of the table, looking down at the table and sighing. You swayed sleepily to Michael Buble, taking a peek at the clock on the wall. "How long is he going to be gone?". You sighed and got up, making your way to the kitchen. You start to make yourself some coffee when you hear the doorknob turn and the frame make that weird creak the door has been making ever since you moved in together. You peek out into the dining room and you see Connor in his work suit coming in with a bouquet of roses. "Uh, sorry I came late. There was a lot of unfinished work and I-" Connor was interrupted with you placing your arms around his waist. He looked down at you and smiled. "Hi Y/N". He wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "I came bearing gifts" He chuckled and handed you the bouquet of roses he had in his hand. "It's not much but it's what I came up with as a semi apology for being late". You smile and accept his gift. "Thank you, but it doesn't make up for being late." You pout and he bends down, pressing a kiss on your lips. "I know, I know, but I can make up for it- right?" He placed a smirk on his face and you playfully pushed him away. "You and your nasty thoughts."
You quickly ushered Connor to the table. "Come on, let's eat." Connor looked at you and smiled. "Thank you, it looks so good" You watched as he went to the kitchen to wash his hands and he came back. Connor sighed. "I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N... You're amazing." You felt your cheeks quickly become warm and you waved your hand nervously. "It's nothing, really." You heard Connor chuckle. "Modest as always, huh?" He walked up to you. "What will it take for you to accept my sincere compliments?" He eyed you from top to bottom, licking his lips. You playfully poked him in the stomach. "Nothing, nothing. We have to eat." You smiled up at him and he pouted. "Let me have some fun will you?" He took your hand and pulled you in. "You really are a gift, Y/N". He leaned in and placed a hungry, yet gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled you in even close by the waist. "But what about the food-" You managed to pull away for a second before he pulled you back in. "There's a oven for a reason." He licked your bottom lip and forced his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft gasp as he smiled into the kiss. "You're so cute." He lifted you up and walked you over to the couch. "The food's going to get cold, you dumbass." You whined, trying to get away from his strong hands, but he pushed you down onto the couch. "We can eat right after." He placed a playful smirk on his face and he unbuttoned his shirt. "Are you ready to have fun, Y/N?". Before you could answer, you hear something rattle in the fireplace. "I sure am!" You look at the fireplace and you see a round man with a large beard and him standing there, looking at you too. "What the fuck?".
