Reunited

He was a mess. Gen had never seem Will in such a tattered state and it terrified her. The bags under his eyes were darker than the warm coffee nestled between her hands.

He looked as if he hasn't slept in days.

He had just returned from a case out in Minnesota; one that had dragged him away from his Genevieve for three weeks. It hadn't been planned and Will had felt horrible, but Gen simply nodded in an understanding fashion and kissed his nose and told him to be very careful.

He missed her terribly.

He curled up, most nights, reaching out for curls to play with yet finding nothing but the cold material of the sheets beside him.

He woke up from horrible nightmares, expecting her to be there to kiss and to soothe him yet the only thing in the room was his own sweat-soaked form.

So, when he stalked through the front door to find her curled up on the couch waiting for him, he couldn't find any reasonable way to express his heartache. So, Will simply smiled and dropped his bags, shuffling into the living room.

Gen's head turned, blinking bright eyes crinkling into a smile when she saw him.

The dogs, now awake and aware of someone else's presence in the house, barreled down the steps and barked at Will, excited cries escaping all of their snouts.

Exhausted, Will collapsed onto the floor amongst the puppy scramble, kissing and petting each dog in a loving manner. His smile was small, but it only grew when Gen piped up from above him: "I don't get a kiss?"

Clambering to his feet, Will reached for her hand and squeezed, breathing a small: "I missed you so much", before blinking away sadness and nestling his face into the crook of her shoulder. Gen whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging as tight as she could. Will reciprocated, his strong arms tightening around her waist.

"I love you," Will muttered into her hair, "It was hard. I— I did not manage well without your company."

A laugh passed between Gen's pink lips. "It was hard sleeping alone."

Will, feeling a surge of warmth and happiness combined with the fact Gen understood him, planted a firm kiss on her forehead before hauling her up into his arms.

Gen squealed. "Will! What are you doing?!"

She was laughing now, her legs wrapped around his waist as he hauled her up the rickety old stairs of the townhouse. They were being followed by the ticker of paws on wood floor, the dogs full aware of how happy their mama and papa were to be back together again.

Will set her down on their queen sized bed softly, kissing her head before ditching his coat and boots and flannel and jeans.

Gen watched with a small smile. She never realized how much she missed the way he hopped around and kicked his shoes in the corner; she never realized how much she missed the face he made when he was trying to focus on his jeans' zipper.

Gen was just glad her Will was back.

Crawling over to where he was seated on the edge of the bed, Gen's fingers crawled up his spine, tracing patterns up and down the muscles there, exciting a small moan out of Will. Softly kissing the base of his neck, Gen rolled her hands around his shoulders, working at the warm skin. She spidered her hands across his muscles, grinning slightly as he tensed.

"A m-massage?"

Gen only kissed his neck again, and Will sighed happily.

She let her nails graze the skin carefully, making Will hiss in pleasure. She giggled quietly, scratching as Will shrugged and moved to her touch.

Hugging his bare waist, she kissed his back again, and muttered. "I love you. I'm so glad you're back. I missed you so damn much. The dogs were so upset, Will. Winston cried and cried."

The dog mentioned perked up from his spot on the rug, barking. "Yes! You cried! You did, Winston! You missed your papa!"

A low chuckle escaped Will's chest, rumbling and meeting Gen's core. She rested her chin in his shoulder, watching the dogs scramble around Will's legs. They all swarmed, wanting attention from the man they loved the most.

There was a comfortable silence and Gen nearly fell asleep there: pressed flush against Will, hugging him close.

Will slowly grasped her hands and brought one to his lips, grazing her knuckles against his mouth in a chaste kiss. "Your turn."

Gen blinked up at him, surprised when he rolled her onto her back. His own warm hands grazed up and down her cotton t-shirt, every now and then a finger would poke under and steal a graze of skin.

She loved the feel of his hands on her. He was so gentle, always afraid she'd break. The way his fingers pulled away her shirt so he could kiss her shoulders with no refrain made her shine with happiness and it made her remember that he loved her.

He snuck his hands beneath her shirt again, lifting the material away so he could kiss more bare skin and elicit more sounds out of the woman curled into the sheets. Every coo and sigh and quake made his heart soar.

When his fingers crept up her soft sides, however, her squirmed.

"Will!" she bellowed, "No! No tickling!"

He didn't listen, his fingers danced and tugged along the skin of her sides and she rolled, screaming in delight. She pleaded with her boyfriend, screeching in happiness as his fingers dove to her lower stomach, grazing against the flesh there.

She screeched, laughing into his arms and curling up against him, shaking.

"Please!"

He halted, smiling triumphantly at his girlfriend.

A playful punch was shot into his arm. "Ass."

She lowered herself back down in front of him, stretching for the headboard. Will grunted tiredly, following her example and laying beside her. One hand found hers and their fingers knitted together; all while Will wrapped his arms around her waist and curled her close.

The dogs saw their opportunity to ambush and suddenly there were six panting dogs swarmed around the cuddling couple. Gen giggled softly into Will's chest, watching him with a small curiosity. She was quiet, squeezing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

Softing whispering, she asked: "Did you catch the bad guy?"

Will swallowed before nodding, eyes closed. "Yeah. We caught the bad guy."

"Good," she mumbled, pressing her face against his chest, "That's my boy."

And with that, the reunited family fell asleep together for the first time in months.

A/N:

Boy, that was fluffy. There are probably a good ton of mistakes in there. It was something I wrote in my notes on my phone and I tried to edit the best I could! Anyways, thank you all for the great support! Honestly! I'm so glad you all love Gen and Will as much as me. ;3; Anywho, I had a little idea some of you could help me with...

Leave one word in a review (for example: "warmth" or "anger") and I'll write a drabble about Will and Gen surrounding it!