Blue Night:
Night; The Sanctuary:
Brennan Mulwray sat underneath the black silk quilt of his bed. He wore only a pair of black pyjama pants and in one hand he held the slightly wearing Walt Whitman poetry book he loved so much.
On the bridge of his nose sat a pair of thin wire spectacles that he only ever wore when she was around.
The candles in the room glowed with a warm red-orange flame and made Brennan's chest glow golden.
His dark hair was ruffled gently and he softly turned another page, waiting impatiently for Emma DeLauro to join him.
Around his neck hung a necklace. It was carved silver and hung on a black thong rope.
He began to hum the tune that came on the radio in their room.
He and Emma had moved in together after they had realised each other's feelings and more amazingly that they were reciprocated.
The room was the largest in Sanctuary and it was painted a quiet warm sky blue with snowy clouds painted on the ceiling.
Brennan remembered that day when they had painted the place and ended up covered in paint. They had a shower together and he had loved it.
When they had first joined Mutant X, Emma had snuck into Brennan's room for some comfort. Then that became regular and now neither could sleep without each other nearby at least.
Brennan finished the poem and sighed, looking at the neon clock opposite the double bed. It had been forty-five minutes she had gone into the bathroom.
He closed the book and grimaced when the song on the radio switched to a heavy pop tune.
He flicked through the channels with his back to the bathroom and suddenly felt a pair of legs wrap around his waist and a pair of arms around his neck.
Emma's dark red hair tickled his own dark hair and he laughed, found a jazz music channel and he staggered to the bed and dropped down.
Emma wore a sky blue camisole top and a pair of matching pyjama bottoms hung low on her hips. In her navel was a turquoise stud and her hair was loose.
She snuggled into him softly and he wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her.
The song changed to a loving piece by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.
Emma dragged him up and they swayed on the floor.
Eventually, the song came to an end and they crawled into bed.
The smell of patchouli and vanilla drifted in the air as they kissed sweetly.
"Goodnight Em." He said, sleep-husked.
Brennan watched Emma sleep and smiled as she curled deeper into his chest, her head brushing his chin.
Finally, after the rest of his life, he had found home.