Vigilante life proved to be exhausting from time to time, especially when you were one of the biggest names out there.

For Richard coming home to you was one of his favorite moments of the day, if it was either at your place or his. It didn’t really matter since this man adored you to literal death, he couldn’t spend a week without you.

This time you were at his apartment for a date night, your boyfriend had made an effort by cooking you your favorite food and setting up a romantic dinner in the kitchen.

And so one thing lead to another, and now the two of you were slow dancing in the kitchen with some soft jazz music on the background. It didn’t really surprise you that he could dance, it was like an extra skill when you grew up in a circus apparently.

One of his arms were around your waist to hold you close to him, letting you lean on his broad chest as he held up your hand in his.

“Comfortable?” He asked softly, his voice a low rumble next to your ear. He knew you were, but he couldn’t help but ask.