Okay so I'm sorry I still haven't written a Careese wedding. Parts of it have been ready for a couple years now, but I'm trying to piece the rest together and I've been bombarded with other ideas. I'm not quite sure how many one-shots will be in this story I'll just add as they come to me. Of course none of the characters are mine. These take place after John and Joss are married, many sweet fluffy Careese moments. Thanks to all who read! J
John's arm was heavily draped over his wife's body. His chest pressed firmly to her back, legs aligning perfectly with hers. Every night was the same. He nearly smothered her, taking up most of the mattress, keeping her locked in his arms. Possessive even in his sleep. Joss never complained. Not when it chased away cruel nightmares that revived his haunted past and caused him to wake up with a smile each morning.
John was content beneath the thick covers curled up to his Joss. Face buried in her neck. The moment of bliss was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. With a groan that didn't make it past his lips, he rolled over.
"Finch?" he answered careful to keep his voice low so as not to disturb his sleeping beauty.
"We have a new number Mr. Reese."
He ran a hand over his face, mind awakening in preparation for the mission he was soon to embark upon. "I'm on my way." Disconnecting he got out of bed. Turning he tucked the comforter around Joss's back, knowing she'd feel the loss of his body heat. Dressed within a few minutes he returned to the bed. He hated having to wake her, but they had an agreement. An agreement she forced him to keep even if it was inconvenient for her.
Easing down onto the edge, he placed a hand on her hip giving her a small shake. "Joss. Babe. Joss."
"Mmm?" she moaned not opening her eyes.
"I have to go to work." Six words. Six words he was obligated to tell her whenever he got the notorious call from Finch in the night.
He heard her exhale heavily. Her hand tiredly reached out, finding its way to the lapel of his suit jacket. She tugged him down while turning her head. She pulled him in for a soft kiss. Breaking it, she paused meditating on her next words. Finally her eyes opened. "I love you."
Three words. The reason he had to wake her every time he left in the middle of the night. She demanded he wake her, so that in case he didn't return, she was given one more chance to tell him he was loved. By her.
She relaxed on her pillow ready to return to sleep. John watched her, stroking her soft cheek. "I love you too. Don't wait up."
The only response was the sound of her breathing evening out.
Reluctantly he stood going to the bedroom door. He turned back for one last look and then went off into the night. Eager to return to the woman sleeping in his bed.