Ressler looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it was 10 pm already. He was so tired. He fished his keys from his pockets and unlocked the door.
An incredible scent of flowers invaded his senses and made him feel relaxed. It was amazing what the little changes a woman makes in a house can do. He threw the keys in the bowl next to the pout-pourri that was the origin of the flower scent and looked for origin of his newfound hapiness.
It had been only two weeks that she moved in, but it seemed like they had been doing that forever. She had included a bit of herself in every little corner of his apartment, and although his friends said that was the beginning of the invasion, he liked it. The apartment looked cleaner, felt cozier and he had her. He had to find new friends.
He found her sitting on the couch, all curled up watching a horror film. He smirked before approaching her slowly, putting his lips next to her ear and whispering "hey!"
She screamed,startled, and he couldn't stop laughing. She threw a pillow at him and cursed "goddammit Donald!" Before laughing herself. She turned to the tv to pause the film on netflix and go back to him.
She stretched her arms and smiled, the best vision ever, specially after a long day at work. After all that happened, with her being accused of terrorist attacks, and of course killing the attourney general, she was still pushing papers in an office as an analyst and got home earlier.
"I got home and was so tired I just took a shower and sat here. Didn't cook, sorry." In his mind, he thought that there was absolutely nothing that woman had to apologize for. Just being there, after all they went through, was enough for him.
"That's ok. We can order in" he went to her and kissed her. He meant for a peck, but she put her arms around him, caressing the back of his neck in a way that drove him crazy, so he stayed longer for a real kiss.
"You were tired, hun?" He joked "did you spend all day running after suspects? Did a suspect throw cold oatmeal on you before running?" She bit her lip to stop from laughing, and kissed him on the cheek.
" oh, poor Donnie!" She caressed his forehead " you know, I kinda miss that, the running."
"We will get you back, Liz, don't worry."
She sat back on the couch, and he rolled over the back of the couch and lay his head on her lap. lying on the couch brought back all the tiredness. He grunted, and she started to brush her fingers through his hair. It felt so domestic, and yet so good to be like that. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of soap from her skin, when she started to move to stand up.
"hey, hey, what are you doing?" He grabbed her legs to stop her. She giggled and sat back on the couch. "I was going to get the menu to order a pizza. I'm hungry, aren't you?"
"Yes, but..." He snuggled on her lap like a baby and she giggled again. "I have the pizza place's phone on my cell, you don't have to go." He said 'to go' and not 'to stand up' as if he was still afraid she would leave him. She sighed and picked up his phone from the side table.
"You have their phone saved on your contact list?"
"Yes, signs of an old life" he said, almost on a whisper, as he was on the verge of sleeping. She called and ordered a pepperoni pizza, and then bent down to kiss him on the forehead. She toyed with his ear and brushed her fingers on his freckles, making him twitch. She smiled freely at that lovely scene, and then turned the film back on. She could watch the film now without being scared. she had her FBI bodyguard.