The front door to the silent apartment creaked open, her eyes immediately hit with the darkness the apartment possessed. Emily turned on a nearby lamp, causing a soft white glow to partially illuminate the place. She set her keys down on the table posted next to the door. As she slipped her coat off, she let out a deep sigh, feeling quite exhausted after a long day at the office. She slipped off her shoes, though didn’t bother to put them aside neatly. She was too tired to even care.

She wondered where you were. The place was dark, and it was rather late, almost one in the morning. Emily did tend to work later than needed. It bothered you at times, but you knew her job was demanding. Anyway, she assumed you were asleep, as any normal person would be at this ungodly hour. Maybe you had initially waited for her to arrive home. There was a plastic container with food sitting on the stove— most likely cold by now. She felt guilty at times, knowing you waited for her to come home most nights. It was what it was, though. You were dating an FBI Agent, a profiler to add.

Food wasn’t on her mind at the moment. She only wanted to get to bed, to be with you, so she walked down the hallway and approached your shared bedroom. The door was slightly opened, so she pushed it gently, giving her room to walk in. Indeed, you were asleep. She walked in further, closing the door gently enough not to disturb you. She got out of her work clothes, leaving herself in just her undergarments. She quietly crawled into bed, wrapping an arm around you, silently letting you know she was there.

And even if you were asleep and weren’t aware of what was going on around you, you still ended up moving closer to her, feeling her presence anyway. That brought a smile to her face, and she gladly tightened her hold on you, burying her face in the crook of your neck.