Too long from home. Frank was deployed uncountable months already, no news, no calls, his Black Ops missions required his fully attention, even though you were aware about his job.

And he was longing for home and you.

Turning the key on the door looked like the most difficult thing ever. Finally home, finally side a side with you.

“Sugar…?” He said, looking at his watch, night had fell too late to even find you probably awake, but it didn’t matter. Dropping everything at the way and tuck himself on the bed with you…. ”All the fuck I want…”. Putting his duffel bag on the floor, he let a breath of relief of being home again.

“Sugar…?” He says again, trying to find you.