A/N: During my hiatus I finished the first draft of my novel, and it made me a little braver with the things I'm willing to try writing... A little less fluffy this time~

“Hey! You moved the furniture!” Your boyfriend wandered into your apartment for the first time in months. He’d returned from an extended world tour just the day before, the both of you having left a dinner with his group and company staff members early to spend some time together.

His cheeks had thinned slightly while he was away. A perpetual sleepiness seemed to hang beneath his eyes, purple ringed circles under his skin. He stood with his hands in his pockets, staring silently around the room. With his gaze lingering on your eyes, his thoughts were unreadable. You you grabbed his hand, your free hand playing gently with the collar of his shirt. How much longer was he really going to wait?

Not long.

He reached his fingers to the side of your jaw, kissing you with urgency. You leaned willingly into his arms, the taste of mint still lingering on his lips.

His hands curled tightly in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head backwards. His lips were soft against the sensitive skin of your neck, and you shivered beneath his breath. Your mind was buzzing with energy, your heartbeat quickening.

You turned, your back making careful contact with the wall. One hand on your leg, he continued to scatter kisses down your neck and collarbone.

“God I’ve missed you,” he complained. Smiling, you grabbed either side of his face with your hands, pulling his face closer to yours. His bottom lip was soft between your teeth, and you could feel the excitement beating in his chest.

“I know.” He pulled your legs around his waist, your back supported by the wall. Tongues meeting, breath panting, you scraped your fingernails softly against the back of his neck. Exhaling sharply, he smiled against your lips.

“Babe?” he asked as you kissed his cheek, moving to bite gently at the dip of his collarbone.

“Hm?” Without asking a question he pulled you away from the wall, holding you tightly to his front. He walked only a few steps, dropping you to the couch sitting in front of the television.

“You missed me too, right?” he asked with a smug grin.

“I’ll show you,” you retorted with a smirk, and reached forward to pull him close again.