Finally, he was home again. On his favorite comfortable couch by the window, with the aroma of his morning tea, warm and fresh, watching as rays of sunshine pass by the thin line between curtains brushed against his lover's figure like golden strands.

You were bringing his mug and some sweets, ready to spoil him after being away for so long. As you lean down to set a table, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulls you on his lap. "Hey there sunshine." He mumbles, his voice hoarse. He pushes his face in your hair, taking in your scent.