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It wasn’t often you get to admire him like this. Soft, with lashes brushing lightly on his cheeks, deep breaths gently moving his chest up and down in a smooth rhythm. Relaxed and at peace for once in his life. Normally he’d already be up and watching the sunrise, or bustling around the kitchen making breakfast and grouching at your own breakfast of a cereal bar, or even fussing with the coffee machine he swears hates him specifically. Remembering the first time he’d tried to use it solo brought a small grin to your face as you gazed at him. For not even hitting 45 yet, he was truly amazing at the elderly grandpa cursing at new technology bit. He’d glared at you decidedly unimpressed the first time you’d shown him the “old man yells at cloud” meme while giggling at him. Scooting closer to him, you were able to see the prominent dark circles he had sported the night before had lessened some. They would take a night or two more of decent sleep to vanish and make him look less haggard. From here you could see the bit of stubble he’d decided wasn’t worth the effort to shave when he’d gotten home last night. He hated the feeling of hair under his gear under normal circumstances, so it was easy to forget he could grow any if it was left alone long enough. From this close you could see how much lighter some of it was than the darker blonde on his head. Resisting the urge to lightly touch him was growing more and more difficult. Even if you knew he’d wake up immediately, after nearly four months apart from him all you wanted to do was smother him underneath yourself and never let him leave your space. But for the time being, simply sliding up against him would have to suffice.
Luckily for you he’d only been dozing for a while. Having to watch your back out of mission after mission would make anyone hyper aware of eyes staring at you. With a deep breath, and a small smile, he pulled you flush against him, relaxing once more into sleep. It felt good to be home.