A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my very first attempt at writing fanfic... I hope you'll like it!
(I do not own Glee or its characters)
You walk through your front door, tired after a long day at work. An extremely long, and irritating, day. You feel the headache lurking in the back of your head as you place your keys on the small table next to the door and your bag on the floor beside it. You'll deal with it later. Right now all you want is to give your wife a kiss and bury your head in the crook of her neck for just a moment. Maybe two.
As you walk down the hallway, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Yup, you look just as drained as you feel.
"Hi babe! Where are you?"
"I'm in here honey!"
Your wife's voice travel from the living room so you head there, pulling your long hair back in a messy bun as you go.
The first thing you see when entering your living room is the back of your wife's head above the back of the couch. Her dark hair catches the light and glistens as it falls down her back. Your breath catches a little in your throat. Seven years together and you still find yourself completely in awe of her beauty every day. She's bent over something on the coffee table and as you come closer you see what it is that has her concentrating so hard.
The table is overflowing with photographs. You on your wedding day, on your honeymoon (God, you had almost forgotten how breathtaking she looked in that black, strapless bikini). You in your family's garden, having a barbecue. You smile and raise your eyes to your wife's, those beautiful, brown eyes that are beaming back at you.
"I…" She blushes a little and your stomach does backflips. How is she so damn cute? "I just felt like looking at our wedding pictures again and well… It got a bit out of hand. But I promise, I will start organizing them into albums as soon as…"
Your lips are suddenly against hers, trying to convey all your love in that one kiss.
"You are amazing," you mumble against her lips. "I missed you so much."
"I've missed you too honey," she smiles. Even though you saw each other this morning, you know you both mean it, with all your hearts.
It's not until now you get a good look at her and holy smokes… She's wearing an old, washed out flannel shirt and denim shorts. Nothing special really, except the shirt is showing just enough cleavage for your brain to go all fuzzy. You swallow hard and the long, tiring day is suddenly forgotten. You see her smirk in the corner of your eye and you, once again, raise your eyes to meet hers. It's clear she noticed you leering at her boobs (not that she tends to complain) and now it's your turn to feel the burning in your cheeks.
"So, uh… How was your day, beautiful?" she asks softly and pulls you down on the couch. Well, on to her lap, really. Her hands clasp around your waist and your skin tingle under your shirt.
"It was long. Kinda sucked actually…" Your hint of a pout earns you a soft giggle and your heart beats a little faster. You know that giggle is for your ears only, never ever would she show that side of herself to someone else. "Although I must say it just got a whole lot better! How was yours? Enjoying your time off?"
"Yeah, I guess. Got boring being alone all day though, I'm really happy you're home. Sorry you had a crappy day…"
The look she gives you tells you she's probably a bit more than just happy to have you home. To be honest, the look in her eyes probably mirrors yours after seeing her outfit. Your eyes drift downwards once again and you catch a glimpse of white lace against caramel skin. The sight hits you right in your lower stomach and you let out a heavy breath.
Fingers start fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt and your hands are suddenly cradling her neck, fingers running through her hair. If you were a betting person you'd bet that this day is about to take a turn for the better.