Settling down at the computer in the common room she shared with Alan and Fermat, Ardevorian Tracy began the paper she had yet to write. Seeing as she had yet to write it, and it was due in just a few hours, Ardy figured she had better finish it. Fingers dancing over the keyboard, she began to write on just how ethics affected the care doctors were able to give. Until the insistent buzzing of the common room phone drove her to distraction, tossing her hands up in the air. Looking over the ten thousand-word essay, she pressed send on the email attachment, and then snagged the phone. Peering at the caller ID, then pressing the talk button and lifting the phone to her ear. His smooth, calm voice so familiar to her, yet... Always a surprise to her came through the phone and into her ear.
"Is Ardy there?" spoke the voice of John Tracy, Ardy's husband of nearly a year. Letting a soft smile play over her face, she stood, leaving the computer running, her assignment still on the screen.
"Hello John love." Ardy nearly purred out to him, wishing he were actually there, to touch. So wrapped up in her thoughts, she did not hear the door open and close, the boot falls on the carpeted floor. Wrapping her arms around herself, she was surprised when she backed into a solidly flesh object. Turning around, meeting Johns hot gaze, she ended the call as he folded his cell phone closed.
"Hi back, Ardy. I couldn't wait for you to get home tomorrow, so I decided to come here and get you." John said, hugging his little wife close. Stroking the backs of his knuckles over her smooth cheek as he lifted her up face to face, cuddling her in his arms. Moving over to the couch where he sat down, settling her in his lap. Smothering a yawn, he studied her face.
"I thought you were up on Thunderbird Five." Ardy said, nuzzling her face into John's chest, smelling his essence in his shirt. Closing her eyes and resting against him, trying to smother her own yawns. Curling her small fist in his shirt, they both began to doze, Ardy's head on John's chest and Johns head on the top of Ardy's head.
"Ardy, Ardy! Results from finals are in!" Alan and Fermat galloped through the door of the common room, startling John awake, which shot to his feet. Ardy fell on the floor with a yelp, springing to her own feet with a grumble and a rub to her hiney. Shooting a glare to John, who gathered her back to his side with a mumbled "I'm sorry". It was Alan's turn to apologize now, as they made promises to meet later and scrambled off to their room. Curling Ardy close to him once more, he looked around. Picking up a take away menu, he showed it to Ardy.
"Shall we order something for dinner? It has been a few hours since we fell to sleep. I'm hungry, and you must be too." John started to pat his pockets, searching for his phone when Ardy thrust the cordless into his hands. Watching his wife pull a pillow back over her head, he patted her back and laid the throw over her. Soon, their dinner ordered, they snuggled down on the couch together in front of the fireplace.
"Aren't you glad you're graduating this year, Ardy? Now you can come home and be with me" he plucked the pillow from her head and kissed her full lips, eliciting a yelp, and then a chuckle. She wasn't really mad at him, never was for long. Both of them knew this, and soon John was atop Ardy, pulling at her clothes.
Luckily, the deliveryman decided to ring the doorbell.