Some day in the future...
She is laying on top the luscious sheets of their bed when she hears the front door open. She slowly wakes from the spell created by the good book she was reading, uncurling herself from the ball of blankets. She slowly puts the old and rumpled copy of 'Gathering Storm' down onto the silky fabric of the bedcovers and stretches herself, her bones emanating little crackling sounds. She hears the footsteps coming closer, stopping in the study. The keys and a bag are thrown on the table and she prepares herself to greet the lurking person.
She doesn't have to wait long until the door between the bedroom and study creaks open and she hears a soft male voice, "Kate?"
"I'm here," she answers, her voice a little bit hoarse from being silent so long.
He opens the door fully and crosses the short distance to the bed. He bends down to her and firmly plants a kiss to her lips.
"I missed you," he announces, looking into her eyes and placing his hands firmly to both sides of her face.
She smiles sleepily at him and traces a finger from his cheek to his jaw, other hand clinging to his jacket.
"You weren't away that long," her sleepy voice assures him, nuzzling closer.
"I don't care. I miss you every time I have to leave you," he murmurs and presses his lips to her forehead.
She chuckles as he releases her head and sits down to the bed. "You are pathetic."
He tries to make a pouty face at her words but fails when she scoots closer and snakes her arms around him. "I am not pathetic. I just love you too much," he whispers to her ear. She chuckles again and smirks, closing her eyes with the feel of overwhelming gratitude that he is home at last.
"Where did you pick up the cheesy mood?" she asks after a moment of comfortable silence, her voice dripping with amusement.
He looks at her and raises his arm to touch her nose. He pushes the tip of it down gently and points out "You are a real killjoy tonight." He glances down at the book laying on the bed and then looks back to her "Do my murders make you so snarky?"
"Naah, your books are perfectly fine. Just the writer can be overly fluffy and sappy sometimes," she purrs and kisses his cheek as she shuffles even more closer, her arms surrounding his waist while his rest on her shoulders. "How was the day at the office?"
He sighs and leans against her warm body. "It was long. And Paula was annoying. She wants me to start thinking about new book series," he pauses. "I don't want to let go of Nikki Heat yet."
"Mmmhhh," she hums for answer, her lips brushing against his cheek. "Nikki is still good."
"Oh yeah?" he murmurs, turning his head slightly and catching her lips with his.
The trail of thoughts in her head loses its pace when she opens her mouth to let him in. Their lips dance in unison against each other, tongues tracing the soft lines of their mouths, battling for dominance. She lets loose a sigh and it's like a sign for him to deepen the kiss and pull her flush against him. He pulls her gently to his lap, so she is straddling him, her breasts flat against his chest. Her thighs surround his hips and he groans loudly against her mouth. He slowly starts trailing the kisses down her cheek and her jaw.
"It's very good to come home to this," he murmurs against her skin, his arms wandering around her body, sliding over her back, pulling her more closer, like its even possible.
She lets out a breathy moan, "Savour it, darling, this doesn't happen often."
He bites her shoulder gently, making her moan out louder. "I told you, you are a killjoy."
She cranes her head, so she can reach for his ear, while he feasts on her neck.
"But you love me anyway," she whispers before she nibbles his earlobe and earning a deep shudder from him.
"I do," comes the husky answer from against her neck. "Now, hush." He slides a hand down to the crease of her breasts, "Let me love you."
She nods slightly, too aroused to trust her voice. He shifts them without moving his mouth from her neck, laying her down to bed again and crawling on top of her. He starts slowly trailing his mouth down to her chest, earning more and more breathy moans from her.
"It's definitely a good way to come home," he states breathily. And then nothing else is spoken. The room fills with gentle sounds of two people in love.
The first thing she feels is something tickling her arms. Through the haze of sleep she doesn't quite understand what it is, but something is sliding against her arms. Something soft and wet. And cold. She moves her arm a bit. But the arm isn't moving. Something is holding it in place. She opens her eyes to see what is going on and is welcomed with pair of blue eyes looking down at her.
"Good morning." he says softly, smiling a sleepy smile. "Although it's still night, so I should say goodnight. But it sounds too odd. So ... good morning, beautiful."
She smiles back to him. "G'morning," is all she can mumble out. The cobwebs of sleep are still filling her brain.
He looks at her for few seconds more, smiles again and then focuses back to the task on his hands. She feels it again, something soft and cold is sliding against the skin of her arm.
"Whuzzaya doin?" she asks, confused.
"You'll see in a minute," he answers quickly, trying to hide his actions. Hrm.
She is silent for a moment, furrowing her brows and trying to gather her thoughts.
"Are you writing something on my arm?" she asks.
"If you would be patient for a minute, you would find out soon," he huffs and continues writing.
She sighs in resignation. She remains silent, but at the same time she is trying to figure out what he is writing there.
"You are drawing a heart?" her voice sounds surprised with an edge of mockery in there.
He raises his head and gives her pointed look, "It's not a surprise if you try to guess. Spoilers."
She rolls her eyes and leans her head back on the pillow.
Soon enough, he turns himself around and faces her. His face beams joy and utter satisfaction. He announces, "You can look now," while releasing her arms.
She raises both of her arms and reads what is written there. Her face is serious as she tries to piece together the text. There is one word on each part of her arm. Together four words, if you don't count the funny looking hearts that go along with the last word.
She looks back at him, question in her eyes. "'You. will. marry. me?' It sounds like an ultimatum," she states, smirking.
He sighs, smiling at her. "It's not -" he starts to explain but is cut off by the finger on his lips. She looks him into his eyes, her gaze tender and loving.
"Yes," she whispers. "Yes, I will."
He removes her finger from his lips and closes the distance between them. Her lips are sweet and soft against his. She tastes like morning and the sweet musky flavour of love.
"You will?" he asks, whispering against her lips.
"I will," she repeats softly.
He kisses her again, this time more passionately, his lips nipping at hers. He cradles her head with his hands and he refuses to let go. She opens her mouth to welcome him in and he loses himself to the feeling of utter love and happiness.
When they finally break from the passionate kiss, panting softly, he pulls her into a tight hug. His big body surrounds her like a wall and she relaxes in his embrace. She sneaks her arms around his waistline too, tracing the soft skin on his back.
"I am the happiest man on the planet," he whispers. She smiles, beaming. She is as happy as he is, vibrating with joy. He feels the smile blooming against the skin of his shoulder and he can't do anything but smile too.
"And sappiest," she can't let the chance fly by. He chuckles. She is impossible, even in the most romantic situation, she finds something snarky to say.
He chuckles too and leans in closer whispering into her ear, "But you love me anyway."
Thank you all, you crazies, who have been here for me. Reviewing me. Commenting, supporting… Everything. I have no words. THANK you. It has been a great ride for me and I have truly enjoyed it. I hope you enjoy the coming 5th season. The promo was HOT! ;) Can't wait for more.
*hugs* to all. And I hope you will read my other stories too!
With love,
Trinx