The shower spraying nice, scorching hot water onto your skin. The sound of the liquid crashing against the porcelain tub, the glass door fogging as you washed yourself.

You massages the bubblegum colored body wash against your skin with your loofa. Scrubbing away at every nook and cranny. Keys being tossed onto the kitchen counter made you try to peek an eye open, but you fought against it as the soap bubbles against your face.

Then heavy footsteps made a beeline for the bathroom, opening the door with ease. Court’s eyes trailed over your body, a little smile on his lips. He bc was out of his clothes and with you in the shower in an instant. God, he missed you. His love. His scared biceps wrapped around you like a tough hug, his head resting against the back of your neck.

He was home. Finally. He had been gone for weeks on his mission, little to no contact with you at all. How could a man live like that? Yet, the both of you had to do this often in your relationship.

You sunk into his embrace after a bit of initial shock. Your eyes, now free of soap, trailed down the both of your legs and to the bottom of the slick porcelain tub. The pink-ish red stains of watered down blood rushed down the floor of the shower and into the metal drain. He was hurt.

You watched as the light blood swirled around into the drain along with the soapy shower water. Sweat and ash filled your senses as his smell hit you all at once. The mission must have been a tough one. And it sure as hell had been, a few stab wounds, surviving bombed buildings. Just the usual things for Court.