The night have been very complicated for you. You came back from a very long mission late at night. No time to take a shower, to even take off all your dirty clothes and gear. You fell asleep instantly on the couch. No strength to go upstairs in your sharing bedroom with Johnny. You were hell too exhausted.

You were lying there, passed out on the couch in your whole tactical gear. Lying on your back, the pillow buried on your face to avoid any disturbance from the sun. You were sleeping very deeply, nothing could awake you… until… you started to smell a very good and pleasant smell. You started to stir out of your deep sleep and you raised your head. You removed the pillow from your face and sat up on the couch. Your muscles were sore, tensed, you were clearly not relaxed.

The smell spread in the whole living room. You know what it was, your favorite breakfast : eggs, toasts, sausages and a good coffee. You groaned as you stand up, your sore muscles were not helping you. You walked with some difficulties toward the kitchen and you leaned against the doorframe with a heavy breath. You looked inside the kitchen to see your man, Johnny MacTavish, cooking. You grinned at the sigh of him wearing only a pair of pink boxers with the head of Homer from the Simpsons everywhere on it. His Mohawk was a bit messy. His back was turned to you, and you took that advantage to sneak up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. Gluing the cold gear against his hot flesh, making him squeak and gasp in surprise.

"Streaming Jesus hun. You-"

He couldn’t even finish his sentence that you grabbed his chin, making him turn his head on the right and you caught his lips. A tender and gentle kiss. You both clearly missed each other.