This day has been long, too long. Even for a workaholic like him, Ja'far had to recognize, he had been very busy these days.

With his usual mountain of work, Ja'far used the behaviour to sleep in his own office. On his couch, or on his desk some nights. That couldn't be help. But that was before.

Before he actually met Nahla. Nahla was one of his co-worker, working on the administration of the Ministry. It wasn't the 'love at the first sight' as Sinbad had told him sometimes, no.

It took him time to discover the aspects of her personality.

It took him time to learn what she liked and what could make her melt.

It took him time to realise he had fallen for the girl.

More than one year. It was the time he took to finally ask her out.

More than one year. It was the time she had waiting for him to ask her out.

Eventually, they could say they were in couple.

Despite knowing that Ja'far was a workaholic, Nahla couldn't help it and wish that Ja'far was a bit more present during the nights.

At the beginning, Ja'far did a lot of efforts. He finished his work at time, even earlier some evenings. When she asked him, he put his scrolls on his desk and came to join their shared room.

But months passed and a routine won the couple. Ja'far let himself spend more time in his work. Working until dawn and when he realised he was late, he sometimes came in his room, just to see her lover sleeping in the half-empty bed.

This night, was one of these nights.

Ja'far worked pretty hard today again and before he could realise, the stars had substituted to the sun. The palace was pretty quiet. He knew he should take some sleep but, knowing she was there, probably already sleeping, he didn't want to wake her up.

"I know I hadn't be the best for her these days." He sighed at this thought. "But, I miss her. I want to see her. I want to take her in my arms, even if I might wake her up."

A sad smile won his freckled face. He put the last scroll on the desk and made his way on his apartments. He pushed the door slowly, making sure to not do a single sound. His previous competences as an assassin had, sometimes, a daily use.

When he reached the bedroom, he saw her partner, her back facing him. Her form was partially covered with the blanket, letting her upper body exposed to the light air of the room.

Ja'far wanted to make his way to the bed when he heard a sound, almost like a whisper.

"Ja-Far-"

He blinked. Did he heard right? He went around to the bed to face her. He put slowly a hand on the mattress of the bed, ready to place his other one on her shoulder when he stop himself immediately.

Nahla had her eyes closed.

He sighed. It must have been his imagination, the tiredness winning him. He turned on his heels when he heard a new whisper. This time, facing directly the red hair woman. Even in the dark of the room, he knew his face turned into a dark shade of pink.

"Ja-Faar-"

He was afraid he understood. His partner, his Nahla was dreaming, but she was dreaming about… him? Obviously. But, the tone of her voice, almost inaudible as it was, wasn't cracking or sad. It was needy. It was the same tone he used to hear the first months of their relation, the way she called him when she wanted his attention, the same when she went on her tiptoes to reach his face.

Despite that thought flattered his masculine ego, a sad wave crossed him. She was missing him too.

He swore to himself to fix it, right now and tomorrow too.

He climbed eventually into his bed, Nahla's back always facing him. He came closer to her form, putting his arms around her waist, searching to the most closeness. He gently removed a lock of her red hair from her neck and returned his hands around her form. He placed a soft kiss oh her temple before nuzzling his face on her neck.

"I miss you too, Nahla."

A soft ray on light came on the Nahla's face. She grumbled on the morning which had the bad idea to waking her. She tried to turn herself to escape to this sun attack when she realised she couldn't move. She opened carefully her eyes to note that a pair of arms was around her waist. She turned her head to see a grey bedhead next to her, the mouth slightly open, breathed slowly.

"When did he came back? Yesterday? This morning?" wondered the girl; slowly emerging from her sleep state.

She tried to free herself from his grip to not wake him up when she felt the pressure became a little bit stronger around her waist.

"Good morning Sweetheart." Said the still sleepy voice next to her ear.

She giggled. She couldn't help but wanted to see his face for real, seeing that sleepy face which usually had already left their share bed before her.

"'Morning Ja'far. It's pretty rare for you to stay that late under the covers. Are you sick?"

Even if her question was tainted with humour, Nahla was still a bit confused. Maybe he was really sick after all. She sifted her position to face him to check herself. But, the only thing she saw was a bright smile face in front of her. Ja'far was relaxed like he had never been in months. He let a light chuckle escape his lips before replying.

"I'm not sick, don't worry. I just wanted to spend all the day with my perfect Nahla and it all begins in spending a late sleep with her."

He nuzzled his face in his neck right after, letting the poor woman with a deep crimson face.

"Ja-Ja'far, I think you're really sick! I'm going to look for Yam, maybe she could do something about y-"

She was stopped in her sentence by a pair of lips on the side of her neck, letting her speechless.

"Ja'far! What are you doing?!"

The grey head advisor didn't answer verbally to her question. He continued his open kisses on her neck, as he placed himself on top of her. His dark eyes met with her amber irises.

"I have already told you, I'm spending all the day with my perfect Nahla. Which means…"

He planted a quick peck on her rose lips before whispering in his morning tone:

"We should enjoy our late sleep."

A smile won the features of the woman, letting her hands find their way to the soft hair of her lovely grey head partner.

"And, your work? What about all these affaires you told me yesterday?"

"Work? I don't know this word" replied Ja'far kissing the top of Nahla's nose, earning a soft giggle from the woman.

"Ja'far…" she began "You know you can't procrastinate, it will just worried you after. We could keep on this evening maybe."

She tried to sit but she was blocked in her action by the said workaholic, who pinned gently her wrists in his hands, next to her head, forcing her to stay down on the mattress.

"I said…" repeated Ja'far while locking his eyes with hers "I'm spending all the day with you. I'm not procrastinating, I just revise my priorities."

Nahla couldn't have received any nicer compliment from the advisor male. She knew all the signification of these words and she couldn't be happier. She didn't even notice that a single tear had rolled along her cheek when Ja'far used his thump to wipe it.

"I missed you." She whispered closing her eyes, letting her arms circled his neck.

Ja'far smiled and whisper against her lips before kissing her like he wanted to do for hours:

"I missed you too."

EXTRA

"Ang so, you say that Ja'far won't do any work today?" asked the purple head king.

"No my King. He send us a message to say he was spending his day with Nahla for the all day." Answered a random advisor.

"Fine fine. Eventually, I will be called 'Uncle Sin' soon." Laughed the king, sitting comfortably on his seat.

Hello everyone~ I hope you enjoyed that new one shot. I remember I was red like a tomato when I write it a few years ago, but I'm so weak for Ja'far, and I found him to cute with her partner! I had to change the rating for this series, because of the 'mature' themes and all. But, know I'm weak for fluff, like really really, so expect a lot a fluff with my writing (and the two nexts chapters I've planned for this series).

I really hope you enjoyed your reading and thank you very much for your liking or following this series (or my Sinbad one). Have a lovely day!

Lovelybaka~