Hi! I know I'm a pain in the ass, so I apologize in advance. - xo, Mel
She hugged him tightly to her chest as he sat on the side of her bed, completely broken and spent.
The numb and shattered man that had come back to her that day was far from being her strong Mike.
Her thumb traced the fresh cut shining in red over his forehead and hidden by some unusually disheveled strands of hair.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, resting her lips on the top of his head and standing between his parted knees.
Mike laid his hands on her hips and closed his eyes. His head lolled on the softness of her chest and he felt her bury her nose in his hair. The smell of gunpowder and burnt human flesh still lingered on him, despite the harsh scrubbing he had busied himself with in the shower.
"Better."
Paige's hands roamed over his bare back and soothed the aching muscles with light strokes. Her fingers brushed a featherlike motion along the line of his spine, while her lips travelled down his shoulder in a slow, tender pattern.
The warmth her mouth spread on his skin made Mike's moan get stuck in the back of his throat and come out in slightly more than a whisper. He turned his head and nuzzled his forehead over the side of her neck - the blonde agent's lips still busy accomplishing their innocent mission of making him forget the monstrosities of that day.
Mike tightened his grip around her and squeezed her petite waist, bringing her close; her hands dwelled on his shoulder blades before her fingers tangled through his locks: he buried his face deeper between her breasts until the regular beat of her heart pulsed through the black fabric of her top and under his dry lips.
Breathing into her sweet and flowery scent, he let himself melt in her arms.
"I'm home, now."