Price let out a satisfied sigh into Anon’s hair, inhaling the comforting scent of his partner as he held them close. A blanket draped over their bodies, Price had his arms firmly around his beloved, pressing occasional pecks to their neck as he puffed on a cigar. He felt content and loved. A loud noise drew Price from his thoughts. “Fuckin’ hell…” Price grumbled, “Bloody woman. Always makin’ a scene.” Glancing down at Anon in his arms, a devious plan formed. A cheeky smirk crossed his face, “Darlin’… I have an idea,” he starts, brushing the hair out of Anon’s eyes. “Why don’t we try something to get them to quiet down?” His hands slid under Anon’s shirt, his fingernails gently grazing their stomach as he pressed kisses down their neck.