He really liked it when she wore his shirts.
She did it relatively often, but it was usually late when he was half awake and focused on patching her up. So, when he came home to find her in the kitchen with one of his t-shirts hanging off her shoulder, it was one of the more pleasant surprises he had come home to. He smiled and took in the scene for a moment. She was humming, making a sandwich, and she noticed him as she was putting away her supplies. She smiled and nodded hello, then went back to her sandwich.
John gave her a moment before sliding up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder. "I was out of bread."
She giggled. "Now you're not."
He smiled and kissed her neck, eliciting a soft, happy sigh from her. "Thank you," he mumbled against her skin. She turned and pressed to his chest, pressing kisses up his jaw. He smiled and pulled her closer, stealing a few kisses before she pulled away. She grabbed her sandwich with one hand, taking his with the other, and headed for the couch. They sat stretched out on the couch, legs tangled together, telly mostly ignored as he stole as many kisses as she'd let him.
He really liked it when she wore his shirts.