A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while now, decided to write it. Set in saints row two, before Aisha's death obviously. I'm still taking requests, so just send me a PM if you want me to write something. Thanks for reading, stay fabulous. Check out my profile for other cool stuff!
After catching up with the boss for a few hours after busting out of court, Johnny Gat felt satisfied, and ready to go home. He had told the boss about what had happened to the saints, and all of the previous members, and the boss was no less than shocked. But after some quality time at a strip club, and some much needed time to catch up and talk, the boss started to drive Johnny back home. "Hey man, thanks for busting me out. Aish would have killed me if I got executed." He said with a small chuckle as they got into the car.
The boss scoffed, "You still with Aisha?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Johnny replied. "I mean, it got a little complicated with me being on death row, and her being on the down low after faking her death, but you know, we found a way to make it work." He explained, shrugging as the boss drove.
"How long were you in jail anyway?" The boss asked.
"Two years and thirty one days." Johnny replied.
"Not like you were counting..." The boss joked. "So how the hell did you and Aisha make it work? I'm curious." He then asked, looking over at Johnny.
Johnny shrugged, "She came to visit me whenever she could, in disguise obviously, and that was that. I thought she would leave me eventually, but she never did." He said, getting lost in his thoughts. Aisha must have really loved him, if she hadn't left him while he was in prison. Fuck, she was one hell of a woman. How the hell did a guy like him end up with somebody like her? He thanked his lucky stars daily.
"You love her?" The boss asked.
"Fuck yeah I do." Johnny replied almost immediately.
The boss laughed, "I never thought in a million years that I would hear you say that shit."
"Yeah well, me either." Johnny shrugged. They were almost to Aisha's house now, Gat had lived with her before he had been sent to prison. As they began to come closer and closer, Johnny felt himself growing more nervous by the second, and he didn't know why. Hell, Johnny Gat was never the nervous type, so why now? It's not like he hadn't seen Aisha at all during his two years in prison, but still, it still felt completely different. He'd be able to touch her, hold her, and make love to her for the first time in over two years. Anticipation grew in his stomach, and his palms grew sweaty.
The boss then pulled into Aisha's driveway, "You alright man?" He asked, noticing Johnny's demeanor. Gat didn't like this feeling inside of him, he didn't feel like himself at all. Nervous was a shitty fucking feeling. A laugh then escaped from the boss' lips, interrupting Johnny's thoughts. "Holy shit, you're nervous!" He laughed again.
Johnny couldn't help but to smile, "Shut the fuck up."
"Just go get your lady." The boss ordered him.
Johnny then looked over to his friend, "Do I look okay?"
The boss laughed once more, "You look fucking fine, now go inside."
Johnny obliged and got out of the car that the boss stole a couple of hours ago. It was nighttime now, all the lights in Aisha's house were off. Gat knew that she was probably sleeping, but he didn't care. He had to see her right now, he had to be with her right now. The saint then watched as the boss pulled out of the driveway, and drove off. It was now or never, and Gat chose now. He straightened his shirt and suit jacket, and began his walk to the front door. He knew it would be locked, so he found the spare key underneath the doormat, and fumbled with the lock until the door was open.
Just in case Aisha was sleeping, Johnny walked in quietly, and shut and locked the door behind him. He felt weird, almost like he was breaking into his own house. But he tiptoed upstairs to where the master bedroom was located. The door was slightly ajar, and it was there, where he saw her. The love of his motherfucking life; Aisha. She was sleeping on her side in one of Johnny's old t-shirts, and the saint couldn't help but to smile. Two years had been such a long time, and now there she was, right there in front of him. He walked into the bedroom, and it was just the way he remembered it, she hadn't changed a thing in that house.
Slipping off his shoes, and suit jacket, Johnny crawled into bed with Aisha, careful not to wake her up. She hadn't stirred at all yet, so that was a good thing, but Johnny always knew that she had been a heavy sleeper. Gently, he scooted behind her, and was able to wrap his arms around her waist. Her too familiar smell filled his nostrils, and he knew that he was home. Life couldn't get any better than this. "I'm home, Aish." Johnny whispered in her ear, and finally, she woke.
Aisha thought she was dreaming when she turned in her bed and saw her boyfriend, "Johnny?" She questioned, her dark eyes studying his all too familiar face. His arms were wrapped around her, and she was engulfed in his warmth. This couldn't be real, Johnny was in jail. "Is that really you?" She asked once more, wiping the sleep out of her eyes so she could get a better look.
"It is me." Johnny told her, kissing her forehead slightly.
Aisha's arms tightened around him, "Oh Johnny!" And she was crying. Tears of happiness obviously, but she was ecstatic at the moment. "I thought you were going to be executed..." She trailed off, bringing herself as closely to her boyfriend as she could. It was like they couldn't get enough of each other, but she was just glad that he was finally home after all those years.
"Shh, I'm here now Aish. That's all that matters." He murmured to her, and finally brought his lips to her own. It was their first kiss in over two years, and it was long overdue.
A/N: To be continued...?
