During a particularly long deployment you were missing your massive boyfriend a lot. Enough for you to rummage through the clothes he left behind and start wearing them to bed most nights.

One of these nights Rorke finally came home. He entered your shared room as quietly as his large body could be. His attempt to not wake you was rendered useless by the deep chuckle he let out upon seeing you in his clothes.

He felt guilty seeing you jump awake but that didn't calm his laughter. Leaning over you he smoothed your hair and pressed a kiss to your half awake face. "Doll, you're fuckin swimmin' in that shirt."