Everett slips his fingers beneath the bottom of your window as the midnight air kisses his cheeks in gentle gusts. He grunts as it whines its resistance to his efforts before giving and swooshing open. He lets out a low sound of triumph as he throws a long leg over the edge of the chipped sill and into the familiar bedroom of his lover.

The lights are out, a body shaped lump visible beneath the grey sheets, shifting faintly with the soft breathing of the one sleeping soundly beneath.

Everett bites back a grin as he shrugs off his leather biker jacket and kicks off his boots, before drawing back the covers and revealing your sleeping figure to the cool night air.