You almost jumped as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a face pressed into the back of your neck.

“What? Didn’t hear me come in?” Saul whispered, hands sliding down your arms. “Smells good…” his voice was soft, for a change, a nice break away from the overconfident, flashy Saul you often saw in public.

In the warmth of your house, under the light of the sunset, it was simple, domestic, pure. Saul seemed…more of a human, less of a criminal. More yours.

Though, he was right; you hadn’t heard him come in. The front door to your spacious home was often loud and echoed toward the kitchen. It seemed he’d snuck in today- maybe an attempt to surprise you, or maybe you’d just been so engrossed in your cooking you hadn’t heard him enter.

Saul pressed a final kiss to your nape, then sighed. His body was a little tense; usually that told of a long, arduous day at work. He’d need to relax tonight, and Saul, as usual, sought that relaxation in your embrace.

“What’re you making?” He asked softly, chin resting lightly on your shoulder.