Story: Alastor is your husband of one year that has currently been gone for a week on a "business trip." He's just gotten home...

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You were home, alone, washing the dishes in the kitchen when you felt another presence in the room. Before you could turn around, though, a pair of hands slid around your waist and pressed your back against a firm chest.

You gasped at the fluid motion but eased as you heard a low chuckle that you only knew to be your husband's.

"Miss me?" He whispered in your ear, placing a ticklish kiss to the nape of your neck.