He looked down and smiled at the way her hair was tousled from their lovemaking just moments before. He kissed the top of her head, gently resting his chin there afterward. Her arms tightened their hold around him just a bit before she relaxed into his arms again, murmuring something in her sleep. James smiled down at her and pulled the duvet over her just a little more as he snuggled down next to her for the night.
Or should he say morning?
He cast a glance out the window and he could just see the sun peeking over the London skyline. He smiled to himself. They'd been at it all night.
No.
They hadn't 'been at it'. They'd made love.
He'd made love to the love of his life all night long, and he was now well and truly exhausted.
For Queen and Country…
Bullshit.
It's always been for her.
He's never wanted to belong to anything or anyone else.
No matter where in the world he went, whenever he came back, he always headed straight for her flat. She knew breaking and entering had become something of a humorous, if illegal, running gag for him over the years, but contrary to her belief, he didn't do it for the scotch. Despite what he told her, he did it because he needed to see her first thing. Tanner and the others could wait. Queen and bloody country could wait. He just needed to see her face. He needed to know that she was alright. She was the reason he went on mission after mission. She was also the reason he kept coming back, whether or not she knew it at the time.
When she woke up he would ask about maybe moving some of his things to her place so he could stay more often. Or, if she liked, a more permanent arrangement. He didn't mind. He could set up camp anywhere. Four walls are only temporary.
Truth be told, she's the only thing that ever felt like home.