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They had to go on missions. It was a part of their chosen lifestyle. They had their charges to follow around, all over the globe, and raids to assist. Sometimes they went together, but more often than not they went separately.
The absence of the other one always hurt.
The apartment felt more lonely, the bed a little colder, and the silence felt a little too loud. But they got by. Their duty demanded their dedication, and they wouldn't have it any other way. Journeys like the one they had to undertake took a toll, but it was nice too-if only for the homecoming…
In fact, their favorite part was always the homecoming. The return back to their little home, and to each other.
There would be late-night and early-morning pickups at the airport, and a close embrace that would last for just the right amount of time to drive away the loneliness. She'd bury herself in his chest and bask in his warmth, while he'd breath in the scent of her shampoo and feel her heart beating reassuringly against him. For a blessed few seconds, they seemed to exist alone, in a world of their own…
There would be kisses too, some chaste, others not. Their lips would seal together, and their sighs would mingle as they professed their love through their caresses. With their eyes closed and arms locked securely around one another, they made quite the picture together- he so tall and ruggedly handsome with a beatific smile, and she a mess of dark tresses and glowing skin. More often than not, their little reunions attracted the eyes and smiles of other travelers around them, and garnered complaints (and wolf-whistles) from any of their friends, who might happen to be there. And so they'd disentangle their arms from around one another, and entwine their fingers together, their hands pressed palm to palm, maintaining contact. The content and jubilation on their faces, at coming home to each other, would bring the smile to even the hardest of guardians or the most petulant of raven-haired-fire-wielding charges.
Later, much later, they'd lie together in bed and memorize each other's body with their eyes, hands and mouth. He never stopped being fascinated by the graceful curves of his body, and she'd run her hands over his body till each freckle and every single scar was imprinted onto her mind. There would be professions of love too, sometimes mouthed breathlessly, and sometimes said surely and languidly. He'd etch his love for her into her skin with his fingers and his mouth, and she'd fall asleep lulled by the beat of his heart, which somehow seemed to synchronously beat with hers.
But then, in the light of the day or under fluorescent lights, in airports and train stations, they'd content themselves with a fierce hug, and just a few kisses, which never seemed to be enough. She'd growl in impatience-impatience for having to wait till she could have her fill of him, and he'd chuckle and call her by the nickname he'd given her affectionately in the early days of their relationship.
He'd then pick up the bags, and she'd bury herself into his side, and they'd make their way homewards, catching up on all they had missed.
I missed you, she would purr contentedly, rubbing her face against his shoulder.
I love you so much, he'd whisper quietly, picking up their entwined hands to kiss her knuckles.
The welcome home would not be said, but it would be felt through every of their gestures.
It always felt good to return home, to each other…
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