Tangerine and you had been married a few years now, you had known of his career as an assassin for ages now too, most people would probably be scared shirtless if their significant other told them they were an assassin but to Tangerine's surprise when he told you, you didn't mind at all, you weren't scared of him in the slightest, in a way he appreciated that you never saw him any different because he was a killer, you just saw him for himself no matter hoe flawed he really was.

Nonetheless, with Tangerine being an assassin, it meant that he was required in all sorts of places, whether it was close to home back in London or in places hundreds of miles away, he'd be there, this obviously meant that he was away from home quite often, usually it was only for two or three days and then he'd be back, he usually had Lemon to keep him company on those missions anyway but this time he was gone for two entire weeks and Lemon hadn't tagged along for this contract which meant he was alone.

Those two weeks were practically torturous for both you and Tangerine. Tangerine hadn't been away from you in this long since you got married. He kept telling himself that the two weeks were worth it due to how much the contract was paying, but he couldn't help but miss you, no matter how big a price.

Phone calls between the two of you, of course helped, he called and texted you whenever he had the chance, even if it was just to tell you random little things but even with the calls it just was'nt the same, he wasnt a guy to get all sappy but being away from you for so long definitely made him act more lovey lovey than usual not that he wasnt with you already, you were one of the only people he could tolerate.

Finally, the two weeks were up, and Tangerine was more than happy to get on that plane and come home to you.

You had got up extra early, rather than Tangerine getting a taxi back to your apartment you decided to pick him up, you hadn't felt excitement like this in a while, your were practically shaking as you pulled up to the airport, your excitement only getting worse as you waited in the arrival hall, a warm flush coming over you.

After what felt like hours of waiting, you finally saw the Brit, suitcase in hand, he looked just as you remembered him not that it had been that long although it felt like that.

His eyes locked with yours as his cheeks dusted pink, his blue eyes widening and a smile curling at his lips, a similar smile on your own.

"Y/N, darlin'!"

he said with a smile as he dashed over to you, discarding his suitcase, which caught you off guard. He picked you up in his strong arms, spinning you around.