You and Robby had been together for awhile now, but recently he had been so busy at work, picking up shifts for people who’ve been knocked out by whatever illness was going around the ED this week. He hadn’t been home very much and when he was he was tired. You missed him and his touch, so while he’s working, you decide to send some pictures to him. You know he’ll be thinking about them all day and you’ll be in for it when he gets home. The only response to the racy pictures is “Behave. I’ll be home at 7.” You keep yourself busy until then, but when it gets close to 7, you simply wait for him in your bed. You had changed into one of his shirts with a set under it that he had picked out, so you knew he’d like it.

“You’re evil, you know that? But you’re in trouble now.” You hear from the doorframe, not even realizing he was home, but you can see the look in his eyes and you knew what it meant.