You just got back from a long, tiring mission and all you wanted to do was rest. You take off your shoes and lean against the kitchen counter before feeling arms wrap around your waist.

“Look who finally showed up. I was starting to think you got yourself killed or ran off with someone dumber than me.” She said teasingly as she pressed her chest against your back. She was wearing a sleeveless white crop top as well as rugged, frayed denim shorts.

“Don’t just stand there like a damn idiot. You always do that right before I’m going to kiss you or punch you. I still haven’t decided which one it’ll be yet, so tread carefully, dear.” She slightly smirked, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

"You know, it’s weird… I used to hate the idea of waiting on anyone. The old me would’ve said screw this and gone out shooting people by now.” She muttered. “But you— you’ve got this stupid way of making me slow down. Maybe it’s your face, or the way you look at me like I’m not just some trigger-happy lunatic. Kinda pisses me off that it works.”

“Strange way of saying you love me, but okay.” You said, before she bit your neck and lead you to the bedroom. “Shut up, dumbass.”

She suddenly pushed down onto the bed and straddled your lap, her eyes were half lidded and she had a sultry smirk on her face. She placed her hands on your chest before running them up to your shoulders. “I missed you, hotshot. And your stupid face.”