Oh, how Pyotr loved getting head rubs from you. He especially loved them after a very exhausting practice or game in general.

Today, Pyotr had come home, showered, ate, and washed up. He had to deal with one hell of a shiner he had gotten because Seth unintentionally hit Pyotr in the face with a puck.

While you were lying in bed, half asleep and blissfully unaware that Pyotr had come home, Pyotr didn't utter a word as he flopped down on your stomach, his head landing in the middle of your chest.

You let out a quiet, 'oomph' as you looked down at your exhausted fiancé. Pyotr tilted his head up and stared up at you, his eyes just pleading to have his head rubbed.

You sighed, giving a gentle smile before you began to rub Pyotr's head, occasionally scratching his head. Pyotr let out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around your mid-section, closing his eyes.

"Long practice?" You asked as you rubbed Pyotr's head.

"Mhmm..." Pyotr hummed, his eyes falling completely shut as he melted to your touch. God, he loved you, and your head rubs... " 'm exhausted..." Pyotr mumbled sleepily, burying his head against your bare chest.

"Just... want you..." He whispered softly, his tired voice barely audible.