AN: Hey guys. Here's the second part of 'Missing,' There will be more stories in this 'verse so be prepared for that. Anyways, I hope you like and remember to review.
True Rayanne Adaire
Summary: Ian's coming home. Mickey doesn't know.
Home
It's been two years since I've seen your face. Two years and yet I can still picture it in my head. Every time I close my eyes, I see it. I see you. I don't know why I left anymore, don't remember why I've stayed away. Was it your fault? Probably. Most things are. But it doesn't matter anymore because I'm coming home. Coming home for you because I can't do this anymore. There's an ache in my chest and it leads straight to you. Straight to the memories I feel every time I close my eyes. Memories of cigarette laced kisses and orgasms so fucking strong I can still fucking feel them. Memories of laughter and fights and everything that you, me, us. I don't know why I left…but I'm coming home for you.
Colorado's been nice. Quiet. I have friends here, you know. People that like me and want me to stay. But you're home and I don't belong here anymore. It's been two years and I need to be home. To sleep with you wrapped in my arms and to know nothing can tear us apart again. Sappy? Yeah, I know. You'd probably have some smart ass comment to say to me right now. And I can't wait until I can hear your stupid smart ass comment. I can't wait until I'm right in front of you and you're kissing me and talking shit and…Mickey? I miss you. I miss you right now so much and I'm still a mile away from your house. I hope you're there. I hope you answer the door and punch me in my stupid face. I'd deserve it for leaving you the way I did. I…I still don't know why I did that.
My thoughts are all over the fucking place. I'm standing at your door and my thoughts are fucking everywhere but I'm knocking now. And hoping you answer the door. Mandy answered it. But she shouted for you before she'd even really seen me. You're running for the door and my thoughts are fucking gone. I'm blank. All I can see is you. Your fist flying at my face. Your lips covering mine. Your body against mine. God I'm home. I'm home. Home. My face is buried against you and yours is buried against me and we're squeezing so tight we can barely breathe but it's okay. It's okay because I'm fucking home.
