Thanks to the reviews. Really appreciate it .
I hope I don't disappoint you with the second one.
The loud crashing of winds on our window reminded me of my sorry state, trying to warm myself in front of the fireplace with just a lukewarm cocoa for company. Four hours since my arrival here at Central and still no chance of the snowstorm letting up. Trust my luck to malfunction just when it's the only thing that could grant me my wish. Wishes, actually; a cozy bed to sleep on, preferably with that smug bastard warming the sheets.
Oh, but wouldn't it just be too out of character for him to, for once, be home early and waiting for my sorry ass to grace his presence? Why in heaven's name do I always end up waiting for him? Is it too much for him to abandon his work for my sake? When can I really say that he is mine and mine alone? Not the people's, but mine? Then as the fire's sounds resonated, I realized how petty those thoughts were.
He's always been there for me. Since I came out of the Gate to the time I gave up trying to restore my own body back. From the very beginning actually. Always provoking me and daring me to do my best. Pushing me when he believes I can go further. Always catching me when I've burned myself out. Always trying to protect me from nightmares. His strength is mine for the taking. His presence always there for me to lean on. His own flames isn't like those of the ones he create. The fires that come from a snap of a finger scalds a person and turns him into ashes. But what he's always saved for me is the kind of fire that gives, never demands.
Another ramming of the windows sends a shiver down my spine. Then words I'd rather not dare speak in front of him escaped my lips. "I miss you." No point denying that.
Minutes after the diminishing fireplace failed to battle the cold, I heard the sound I've been wanting to hear.
"Hey." The person standing in the doorway said in form of greeting. "Did you miss me?" Smug bastard.
But as he molded himself to mine, uniform and all, feelings of discontent seeped away. After I was safely cocooned in his warmth, I would have told anyone willing to hear, as realization struck, that he's already my smug bastard.
