A/N I'm actively writing on the regular FFF story again (don't get too excited, it will be quite a while before there's an update) and in looking through my files I found this little drabshot. I figure WTH I might as well post it.
As always, I don't own...
John closed the door of his rental car and was two steps toward the front door when he realized the window was still rolled down.
"Bollocks," he whispered, blowing on his hand and fumbling with the keys as he turned back to the vehicle. It was understandable he guessed, no one in his right mind would have the windows rolled down in this weather. But that was the point, he wasn't in his right mind. He had left his right mind somewhere over the Czech Republic, or was it Poland? He had no idea. All he knew was that he had never felt this jet lagged in his life.
He turned the key and rolled up the window, then quickly retrieved his bag from the driveway. A smile spread across his face as he realized that despite the late hour, sometime past two o'clock he guessed, the lights in the sitting room could clearly be seen behind the drawn curtains of his house. Better yet, he knew that meant his wife was waiting for him on the other side of those curtains.
John had been away on location, three different countries in three weeks, and Anna hadn't been able to join him due to her busy school schedule. It was the longest they had been apart since they married and John couldn't ever remember feeling more lonely.
He ran his free hand over his face and focussed his weary eyes on the lock. Opening the door, he was surprised that he didn't hear a ruckus from the dogs. As he set his bag just inside he understood why. Instead of greeting him with wagging tails and lolling tongues, the dogs were stretching and shaking themselves awake before making their sleepy way to the door to greet their master.
He patted each on the head, urging them to be quiet. He could see his beautiful wife curled up on the couch, her school things long abandoned on the coffee table and the screensaver flashing up and down across the telly. His disappointment at not being immediately wrapped in her arms lasted for the briefest of seconds. God she was beautiful. How could he have forgotten just how gorgeous she was in three weeks time?
He pushed his way through the dogs and walked to the couch. He leaned over and placed the softest of kisses on his wife's forehead causing her to stir. Brushing her hair back from her face, he was rewarded with a sleepy smile.
"Your home," she yawned. "I waited up for you."
He chuckled, saying, "Yes, I can see that."
"Well I tried anyway. What time is it?"
"Past two I imagine," he helped her rise from the couch and untangle the throw from around her legs. "Let's get you to bed hey Mrs. Bates?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled, placing her arm around his waist and walking with him to the foot of the stairs, the dogs following happily behind them.
Anna was always a heavy sleeper and didn't wake up easily. As John sat on his side of the bed to remove his shoes he couldn't help another chuckle. His wife was struggling to get her jumper over her head.
"So much for you flying into my arms the moment I opened the door," he teased.
"I meant to, honestly," Anna answered as she stepped out of her jeans and let them pool on the floor. "How was your flight?"
John stood and removed his own shirt and trousers, "Flights you mean."
Anna was already in bed and fading fast as she said, "I'm sorry I'm so knackered. I really am glad you're home."
John crawled into bed beside his wife and sighed as he wrapped his arm around her. He snuggled into her body soaking in her warmth and the smell of her. As he kissed the beloved spot behind her ear he whispered, "No, now I'm home."