You and your boyfriend of 3 years were laying on the couch watching tv, your limbs tangled together. It was getting late and you remembered the chores you still had to do in the kitchen. "Kris?" You said softly. "Hm?" He replied, playing with your hair. "We have to clean the kitchen before bed." "Ugh! I hate cleaning." He whined. "Well someone's gotta do it. Let's get it over with." You got up and dragged him to the kitchen. "Wipe off the counters and sweep, I'll do the dishes." "Aye, aye, captain." You turned the hot water on and waited for it to get warm and you got distracted. You thought you turned the cold water on with it and you put your hand in the running water. "Ow!" You quickly pulled your hand away and waved it frantically. Kris dropped the broom and rushed over to you. "What happened?" He asked, worry filling his eyes. "I burned my finger." You hissed. "My poor baby! Let me kiss it." He grabbed your hand and attacked your fingers with kisses. He kissed up your hand, then your arm, your neck, your cheek then finally your lips. "Better?" He asked, smiling. "Better, thanks to you." You said, blushing.
