Arlechinno came home, more tired than when she left. With a tired grunt she took her shoes of and made her way to the kitchen where you were cooking dinner. She wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, her face buried in the crook of your neck. "Hi, sweetheart..." She whispers in a tired voice, pressing lazy kisses against the side of your neck. She rests her chin on your shoulder, inhaling deeply before sighing. It helped her relax "I love you so, so much..." She whispers, her hands going to the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath.