"Well, I'm going home, to the place where I belong.
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from, no I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these faces and these places are getting old,
So I'm going home."
"Home." by Daughtry.
Sitting at the desk, he looked around the office and sighed. It was too noisy here. Even several stories up the hustle and bustle of the city below reached his well-trained ears. He could make out cars and buses, shop vendors shouting, dogs barking. Pushing his chair back, he moved to the window and looked down on the multitude of colours. The city was a sea of reds, blues, yellows and blacks. Constant movement and people going about their daily lives unaware of the importance of what he did to keep them all safe.
Looking at his watch, he saw he still had a few hours to go till he could appropriately slip away and hide in the relative peace of his house. Turning and looking at the pile of files on his desk he groaned loudly. He needed to return to his roots, to silence and solitude and faces he knew. Scrubbing his face with his hand, he walked back to his desk and picked the phone up. A few calls later he had his clearance to go. It took some wrangling and a few strings pulling but his flight was booked.
He thought about phoning ahead and letting her know but decided against it, the surprise on her face would be worth the wait. The drive to the airport was quick and the plane was fueled and ready on the Tarmac. Sitting on the plane, he lay his head back against the green netting and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths as he pictured her face. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He had missed her so much the past few months, calls and the odd video call were not enough. He needed to see her face close up, the way her eyes sparkled in the light, how the stars reflected in her eyes as she lay at his side on the decking looking at the sky. To feel her breath on his neck as the sun cracked through the blinds and bathed their bedroom in sunlight. Just to hold her and kiss that spot on her neck just below her ear that made her melt further into his arms.
The drive home from the airport was quick as the roads were empty. Pulling up at their house he looked at the darkened house and smiled. The light was on in the bedroom window but the rest of the house was in darkness. Taking his bag from the cab he made his way to the door and opened it quietly. Leaving his bag and coat in the hallway, he tiptoed through the house to his bedroom. The sight of her had him mesmerised. She had fallen asleep with the lamp on, her head on his pillow. Shedding his clothes he climbed in behind her and pulled her into his arms. As she turned over and mumbled something to him he kissed her lips lightly, he was home.