[request]

It felt like a million years every time Price was away. You'd lay in bed, staring at photos of you two together.

The sound of cicadas outside mixed with the gentle smell of coffee lingering in the air made for the perfect nighttime ambiance. The only light was that of the moon, a soft white glow casting itself over your plush bed.

You almost scream every time he comes back. As soon as that mahogany door opens to your room and you see your handsome partner you light up like a christmas tree. Today was no different. It was late, you were already in your pyjamas and settling into bed when the door squeaked open.

"There you are, love" Price's gruff voice rings out, dropping his bags and extending his arms towards you. "let me kiss those pretty lips."