Late Nights and Love (One-shot)
Title: Late Nights and Love
Author: strychninetwist
Rating: G
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story
It was late at night, far too late for anyone to be getting home but the front door of the small home opened quietly. Nobody witnessed the dark figure enter and close the door behind it. Nobody heard it make its way through the house as though it was committed to memory. The creaking stairs didn’t wake the sleeping resident in the bedroom, much to the figure’s relief, nor did the creak of the bedroom door. The figure slowly moved around the room, clothes getting dumped on the floor until there was nothing covering it. The figure slipped into the bed carefully and wrapped its arms around the sleeping man in the bed, pulling him to its chest. The man opened his eyes, beaming as the body behind him moulded to his back. “Welcome home Mike,” he whispered, kissing a hand as lips kissed his cheek.
“I love you Billie,” the figure mumbled into skin, planting a kiss when the feelings were returned.
Nobody ever saw Mike come home at ridiculous hours of the night, but Billie would always wake up to feel his hard-working, loving husband take him in his arms. People might never understand them, but Billie didn’t care how long Mike worked knowing he did it for them, knowing he would always come home to him and be there for him, knowing without any doubt that Mike loved him more than anything in the world.
Author: strychninetwist
Rating: G
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story
It was late at night, far too late for anyone to be getting home but the front door of the small home opened quietly. Nobody witnessed the dark figure enter and close the door behind it. Nobody heard it make its way through the house as though it was committed to memory. The creaking stairs didn’t wake the sleeping resident in the bedroom, much to the figure’s relief, nor did the creak of the bedroom door. The figure slowly moved around the room, clothes getting dumped on the floor until there was nothing covering it. The figure slipped into the bed carefully and wrapped its arms around the sleeping man in the bed, pulling him to its chest. The man opened his eyes, beaming as the body behind him moulded to his back. “Welcome home Mike,” he whispered, kissing a hand as lips kissed his cheek.
“I love you Billie,” the figure mumbled into skin, planting a kiss when the feelings were returned.
Nobody ever saw Mike come home at ridiculous hours of the night, but Billie would always wake up to feel his hard-working, loving husband take him in his arms. People might never understand them, but Billie didn’t care how long Mike worked knowing he did it for them, knowing he would always come home to him and be there for him, knowing without any doubt that Mike loved him more than anything in the world.