He entered the warmth of the house, knocking the snow off his boots and closing the door behind him, preventing the chilly winter air from following him inside. Fatigue hit him like a brick wall, having been built up during the day by the endless onslaught of work and snow that had plagued his entire week. The weekend was a welcome recess, and all he wanted to do was retreat to his bed where the cold and the stress could not reach him. He was safe from his busy life here at home.
The sight of her walking towards him from the kitchen, as she did every day since they had started calling this place their home, had a fresh and unexpected effect. The brick wall crumbled, and he was filled with a cozy vitality that could only be felt after a day such as his.
Working from home afforded her the luxury of not having to worry about appearing presentable, but to him she was as captivating like this as she ever had been. Her long dark hair was held precariously in a disordered, yet flawless bun that left a few strands dangling in front of her glasses, behind which sat a pair of seductive brown eyes. The look was completed by one of his own button-down flannel shirts and a pair of comfy-looking sweatpants - the outfit did not accentuate the elegant beauty of her body by any means, and yet it presented her in an impossibly appealing way that only he could understand, knowing that beneath lie a masterpiece made of flesh.
She gave him an adorably tender smile, a sign of her own contentment with his arrival. They spent the evening in the sort of comfortable silence that can only ever be shared by those who have the most intimate of connections. Each would rather forget about the lives they led during the day, and instead take advantage of the other's welcome company.
Their Friday-night-in proceeded as had become pseudo-tradition. They lay spooning under a thick knit blanket on the couch in front of the TV, half-asleep watching old movies. It started with a light peck placed delicately upon her cheek, a playful and simple demonstration of affection; he realized then that something inside him longed to be satisfied, something that begged to be with her in every possible way. Placing one finger on her soft, plush cheek, he gently made her face him, staring longingly into her eyes before placing his hand behind her head and bringing their lips together. He took her in - the smell of fabric softener and moisturizer, the delicate touch of her soft mouth against his, the sound of her breathing in his own scent, which was sure to be of paper and shampoo. With his kiss he told her just how much he wanted her, and she conveyed a similar message when she lifted his shirt off, pausing to marvel at her lover's frame. He was not obviously muscular by any means, but his body had a rigid firmness that she longed to loosen up. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for another deep kiss before letting go to undress.
"Help me with my bra?" she asked her partner, now unbuttoning her own shirt.
He obeyed, casting off the blanket they shared and gently planting his lips all over her bare neck and shoulders as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. It was his turn now to take her in with his eyes, wandering from the sharp curve of her collarbone to the smooth contour of her small, firm breasts to the graceful arc of her hips that seemed to quietly jut out from her otherwise slender torso. He watched unblinking as she freed her hair from its place atop her head, letting it flow down over her pale shoulders like a whispering waterfall.
