No bed quite felt like one with her in it. Warm and untouchable, almost like heaven when someone so much like an angel sent to earth rested there. Even a generous full night's rest at headquarters, or a cot tucked away in a far off battlefield, was left with a feeling of unfulfillment. Like a piece missing. Days were left without the energy her love and presence gave her. The nights just weren't the same, nor the mornings. No time of day ever was.
That's why at half past midnight Fareeha hopped out of the cab with a skip in her step, despite having little more than three hours sleep and jet lag that day. Her head pounded and her muscles were sore, but she couldn't be any happier to set sights on the modest home they worked so hard for. She flipped through her keys with nothing but the bright porch light as humble company, mumbling playful encouragements for the right key to appear.
The door clicked and she pushed it open, greeted by the darkness of the home. The sight should be unsettling for most, but for her it felt familiar and peaceful. Fareeha removed her boots, sighing with sweet relief as her toes finally got a draft of cool air. She set her duffel bag next to the door and hung her coat. Unpacking could wait til morning. She followed the hallways of her home, eyes adjusted to the lack of light and body following the faint hum of a tower fan blowing quietly in a nearby room.
Yes, finally... She thought as she pushed open the door and saw the golden-haired angel she proudly called her wife in bed. The smooth locks, usually tied up during daylight hours, pooled around her shoulders, its color and her milky skin glowing in the moonlight filtered through the curtains. From the rhythm of Angela's breathing, Fareeha knew her entry did little to disturb her. Even as she slipped out of her uniform and into night clothes, the sleeping angel didn't stir.
Slipping under the sheets, the soldier melted in the warmth her love radiated. Unable to help herself she sighed contently as she pressed her lips on the back of Angela's neck, breathing in the flowery scent of shampoo. Wrapping her arm around the satisfying curve of the doctor's waist woke her up. Stirring and shifting so that their faces met in the dim lighting, Angela smiled through hazy eyes, still filled with the dreams of the reality she now pleasantly woke up to.
"I'm home, Angela." Fareeha gave her a tender, lingering kiss.
As if awoken from a long slumber by the enchanting kiss, Angela pressed her forehead against hers. She relished in finally breathing the same air once more, "Welcome home, Fareeha."