A/N: Yay update! Thanks for those who reviewed! And for today, I might also update 'till Chapter Three. Yay, more update!
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Two months in Portland, Phil and Melinda had found respective jobs for themselves. Phil teaches History in a private high school, and Melinda lands as a martial arts instructor for various martial arts teams all over the tristate area.
Melinda comes home late one night after a varsity training only to find Phil asleep on his desk, with a stack of papers beside him. She approaches him and smiles. He is still holding his pen and the paper he is checking is nearly crumpled against his right cheek.
"Might as well wake him up before he drools over the paper." she mutters to herself before leaning down and lightly shaking Phil's shoulder. "Phil, honey, wake up now." He mumbles something and falls silent again. "Phil, wake up." she says a little louder than the last time. Still, to no avail. She stands up and quirks her brows and thinks of a way to wake him up.
She goes over beside him and begins to trail kisses on the side of his neck. She feels him stirring and humming as her kisses begin to intensify and when he shifts his face, she start to kiss him on his lips several times, until he begins kissing her back lazily. He lifts his head from his desk and pulls Melinda to sit on his lap and he begins sucking on the side of her neck as she lets out soft and content sighs. Her grip on his shoulder tightens before each time she sighs as he begins to nibble on the lobe of her ear.
"You better…get back…to work." Melinda sighs to him, as she tilts her head back to give more space on her neck. Phil hums and kisses her again on the lips. She kisses him back as fiercely as she can before she pulls away. "And I'm serious." she says, kissing his nose before standing up from his lap.
Phil pouts and watches her leave the room. He sighs and looks at his clock. It's just ten in the evening and his eyes are tired from reading essays and checking papers. He yawns and grabs another paper from his desk. Melinda comes in with a mug of coffee. She sets it down beside the stack of papers. Phil looks up to her with a tired smile. Melinda sighs.
"Please tell me we'll still be sleeping at the same time tonight." she says. Phil shrugs his shoulders and attempts to smile back at her, only to have Melinda sigh again and nod. Phil puts down his pen and stands up from his chair to wrap his arms around her waist.
"I promise you, this weekend, I'll make it up to you." he says. She raises an eyebrow at him.
"Where are we going?" she asks, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Nowhere, just here." She frowns slightly at him.
"How are you going to make it up to me, then?" He smiles.
"Quality time, honey. We can watch movies, order takeouts, cuddle, nuzzle, cuddle some more…" he says. Melinda smirks.
"Quality time, huh?" she repeats and giggles. "Well, I'll be looking forward to it three days from now."
"A few more days, Mel, a few more days." He presses a kiss on her forehead as she rests her head on his chest. They stay like that for a few more seconds before Melinda pulls away.
"I'm tired, and I need a shower." she mumbles, enough for Phil to hear. He releases her as she plants a kiss on his cheek. "Don't stay up 'till tomorrow morning, okay?" she asks. He nods and she leaves the room. Phil sits back again in front of his desk and begins checking as he listens to the shower water coming from the bathroom.
Once the water sound stops, he hears feet shuffling, their dresser door opening and closing, and a few more shuffling of feet. He looks up and sees Melinda in her nightgown with a brush on hand and hair wet.
"Please don't tempt me to go to sleep now, I'm more than halfway done." Phil says. Melinda chuckles and kisses Phil's cheek.
"I just came in to say good night, Phil." she says softly. He smiles and kisses her nose softly.
"Good night, Mel. I love you." he says.
"I love you too, Phil." she replies. "See you in the morning, honey." She retreats back into their bedroom and he goes back to work.
At around twenty past eleven, he stacks all of his students' checked papers neatly on his desk and fixes his pens and lesson plan for the next day. He rubs his eyes and turns the light off the room and walks to their bedroom. He changes to his sleeping attire and lies down carefully on their bed, careful not to wake Melinda up. She shifts slowly, only snuggling closer to Phil. He wraps his arm around her and she buries her head in his shoulder. He plants a soft kiss on her temple and strokes her hair softly. In the dim moonlight, he watches his love of his life sleep beside him, looking so young, serene and free. To Phil, Melinda is the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire lifetime.
He remembers the first time he had seen her in the Academy. It wasn't anything special, he had just seen her running into their homeroom classroom the first day of their first year. She had short jet black hair, and even then, he thought she was just the most beautiful girl in the whole Academy. This legendary Asian woman, known as Melinda May, who can kick the ass of a man thrice her size in sparring and martial arts, and who had kicked Phil's ass several more times than she had ever let him kick hers.
It's just one of those nights that he realises how lucky he is to have Melinda in his arms.
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