There was no way this wasn't going to turn sexual. Rated T


He sees the headlights shine in through the window, semi-illuminating the dark living room. Quickly getting up off the floor, he runs over to the window and his eyes go wide in excitement.

A deliriously happy grin spreads to his face when she steps into view and makes her way up the walk. Once she steps through the door, he pounces, wrapping his arms around her, peppering her face with kisses.

She laughs at his enthusiastic greeting and wraps her arms around his neck, just as happy to be back in his arms.

After a few minutes, he stops his onslaught of kisses and just holds her, giving her time to examine the the living room for the first time since she got back. Confusion crosses her features when her eyes land on the corner of the room where Monty's bed is and right there next to it is her husband's pillow and an old quilt. "Why is your pillow and a blanket next to Monty's bed?"

"Um, I may have slept on the floor with him while you were gone."

"What's wrong with our bed? Oh, god, what's wrong with our bed?" She pulls back slightly to look into his eyes.

When his eyes finally meet hers, she's met with weariness. "Nothing, it's just-"

"Did you really miss me that much?"

He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand resting against her jaw as he rubs his thumb soothingly across her cheek. "Are you crazy? Of course I missed you! I miss you anytime you're not in my sight."

The look in his eyes as he's talking to her sends a pool of heat to her lower belly. She crashes her lips to his, pouring all her love into their kiss. But before they get carried away, she pulls back, resting her forehead against his. "Babe, why are all my clothes strung out over the living room?"

"Well, I kinda forgot what you smelled like and so I grabbed some of your clothes and….you had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"

"You know what this means, right?"

"No, what?"

"I'm rubbing off on you."

A devilish grin spreads to his lips at her words.

"What?"

"I like it when you rub off on me."

A provocative grin crosses her face. One that she knows will finally make him put his words into action. "Well I'd like it if you took me against that wall like I've been imagining ever since I left Monday morning."

His eyes darken at his wife's words. Slowly backing her up against the wall, he bring his lips to her neck, trailing a line of kisses in their quest to her lips. He pulls back, want and desire clear in his eyes.

She runs her fingers through his hair, a shiver runs through her body as he presses his desire against hers. "Touch me."

Nothing else needs to be said…with words anyway.