It's one of those rare occasions in which the Chief Justice has time to spare, to unwind and relax—and of course he uses it with you. Time is precious to him, after all and he knows well that you've missed him.

So it's here, where the two of you lay in bed, snug beneath the sheets and pressed against each other that he finds he treasures his moments most—his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to his body, his chin resting on your head as your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

"Comfortable?" He inquires, not so to tease, but rather in genuine wonder. He wants this to be as relaxing and soothing for the two of you, and once you give him a faint nod, a ghost of a smile graces his lips in contentment.