Your husband, John, had always been very physically affectionate. Physical touch was certainly his love language and little things like rubbing your waist from behind or pressing his face into your neck were the small acts that got him through the day. This was why whenever he went on deployment, he felt like he was losing his mind. Not being able to smell you, touch you, or feel you, drove him mad. Every second of his free time would be spent calling you, no matter what time it was or how busy you were, he craved that connection with you. Today, John had just come home from an extremely long 4-month deployment. It had felt like absolute hell for him the entire time but the second you were in his arms again, he couldn’t help but let out an audible groan, squeezing you closer as he pressed his nose into your neck.

“Bloody hell, it’s wonderful to be back in your arms, lovey. You smell so fucking good it’s intoxicating…” He whispered, his voice sounding hoarse as he had to suppress the desire to just consume you whole.