nicholaslancaster

[nicholaslancaster]

[nicholaslancaster]

i-have-a-mind-of-a-child‌:

Get To Know Me Alphabet - B is for Bradley James 

[nicholaslancaster]

mountain asks

moon: what is your astrological sign?

gingerbread: your moral alignment

birdseed: family or friends?

sheets: your sexual orientation

warm milk: when do you usually fall asleep?

pot of honey: your gender identity

snow: what is your favorite time of year and why?

yarn: what are your most enjoyable hobbies?

bicycle: what are you talented at?

folktale: what stories remind you of your childhood?

woods: where do you feel at peace?

chicken feet: what is your emotional "flaw"?

red cheeks: what makes you nervous?

sunflower: what do you love and cherish?

bells: what sounds are your favorite or calm you the most?

turnip: what is a food you could eat everyday?

spit: do you get jealous easily?

mushroom: list unique things you like about yourself

cupboard: a good childhood memory

eyebags: what do you think makes a person attractive?

fallen log: something you've gotten over that you never thought you would

dagger: your worst fear

whisper: do you have any secrets?

wild boar: which person do you feel closest to?

sweet: what candies or cakes are you fond of?

footprints: do you remember your past lives?

fur: name an animal you feel connected to

vodka: do you drink?

sour cherry: an obscure tradition from your family?

pine needles: what is your favorite scent?

heart-shaped: do you believe in love? are you in love?

home: where do you dream of living?

spice: list your favorite herbs

mud: something you're insecure about but trying to love

tobacco: do you have any addictions?

sock: how would you describe your clothing taste?

cuckoo clock: are you a morning, a noon, or an evening person?

wooden fence: a favorite memory

[nicholaslancaster]

Lis: I'm her favorite! 😊

Lis: mhm, telepathetically.. while you work.. and are away from your wifey doing badass stuff... Mr. Hit and Run

Lis: ❤😛

Lis: this BABY of mine is all busy so for NOW Lizzy is laying in bed next to her sleeping niece in her new Christmas PJs, drinking sweet lemonade and waiting for her bread to bake because her husband MIGHT, possibly decide to get home on time for dinner and she wants him well fed ❤

Lis: Irrelevant, but I'm like looking at stuff online and I'm absolutely enthralled by this blog I found where a person runs a hospital/spa for injured and elderly stuffed animals!!!

Lis: she makes little individual plush hearts to put inside all her surgery patients!!!!! TOO CUTE omggg

Nic: you are everyone's favorite, baby girl, lbr

Nic: I miss you a whole fucking lot, just so you know

Nic: I cannot wait to be done with this 'badass stuff' and get back home to you

Nic: cannot disclose what is it that your husband is doing right now, but...he might be back for dinner tonight

Nic: what else is there for dinner besides freshly baked bread?

Nic: very relevant because I can clearly see you working at a hospital like this!! all cute and adorable, taking care of old teddy bears and stuffed animals

[nicholaslancaster]

Lis: BABE

Lis: our niece kills me. I told her I love you and she goes “I love you more than anything. I love you more than my bicycle” MY HEART

Lis: I need a baby

Lis: 😛😊💓

Nic: she does have a fond spot for you, babe

Nic: if you NEED a baby, I will give you one hahah

Nic: buuuuut for now you just have this (points to self) baby

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

“So, how do I look–?”                                                            [ she can barely keep from laughing as she strikes a coy little pose, dark, thick curls streaming down her back as she peers over at him. ]

                                                                                                        “Cute or just too cute?“

—how is that even a question? he thinks to himself, smiling playfully at her. beautiful. stunning. she always looks good, no matter what. “incredibly cute...” he responds, an arm looping around her waist. idly at first and then his touch grows more possessive, pulling her to him a little harder. “I don’t think I can match this level of adorableness...” he teases, in a good nature, for she is absolute breath taking and lovable at the same time.

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

Lis makes a noise, something of a laugh and a squeal, high-pitched and girlish, as he gathers her up in his arms and more or less squeezes her hard to him, making her heart race with so much love and joy it makes her grin bigger, all sweet, melting smiles and dimples, cheeks hot and rosy. She is laughing, tender and melodic, content to pull him down with her, to curl her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, burying her face into the crook of his neck, and mewling– sweet and airy– in protest, her curls tickling his face as she dips her neck upward to catch his gaze. His scent is comfortable and familiar, something that floods all of her senses with a feeling of calm and warmth, and she nestles into his side tighter, smiling as she nudges her nose beneath the hard line of his jaw, wanting more of his attention, “–yeah! you are terrible, and I don’t knoooow, you snail!”  she squeaks in a playful, breathless little voice through their kisses, tilting her head to the side to make it harder for him to kiss her, wanting to tease him, and then she is rolling on top of him with her hands at either side of his shoulders and her hair draped around them like a curtain, holding him down and giving him a saucy little look from beneath long, dark lashes, feeling playful and amused, “–but I hope it did and I hope it’s almost over!” she preens like the smug little thing that she is, batting her eyelashes coyly and blowing him a sweet little kiss, light, breathless laughter following soon after as she leans forward to lick at his nose messily, making a face at him, "–I said, your little wifey’s lonely, and you should care more about her, me thinks, mister, or else..!” she threatens him cutely, doing what she can to appear as though she’s seriously scolding him, complete with a menacing little frown and the cutest little pout she can muster up to cajole him, as her hands glide lovingly over his collar bone to rest at the base of his neck.  “you don’t even wanna know what’ll happen!” she alludes, voice trailing off. 

—he does his best to suppress a playful laughter from falling off his lips, but that doesn't keep a grin from curling on his lips. easy, relaxed. moments like this are like oxygen to him; just the two of them in the comfort of their home, all tangled up and enamored, teasing and playful and with her all over him, things he wouldn't change for anything. "gotta do my best, huh..." he muses, seemingly idly, though he yearns to tease her more and get a reaction from her. and he absolutely adores when she threatens him, like the vicious little rascal that she is, even when she fully well knows that he could easily overpower her at any given moment. but right about now he is completely relaxed under her, smiling and grinning up to her as she rolls on top of him. cupping the side of her face in one hand, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful face. heart pounding hard against his chest. loving her fiercely like it is day one. and him being on cloud nine every time that he gets to refer to her as his wife; he might be overusing it too, for good measure, because it tastes so good on the tongue to be calling her his wife. not just his, but his wife. for now and for life. "oh, I really wanna know what will happen, but first...." he drifts off, wrapping an arm securely around her hips, holding her tightly as he leans towards the nightstand to reach for his phone. "gotta check the game..." he mutters, unlocking the phone and opening the application to check the score. honestly, right now he doesn't really care about the game, in life's game he is winning and that's the most important thing, but he really adores her sweet, darling little antics and how she mock gets insulted and offended, and he really just wants to tease her more. she is such a beautiful sight, a vision to behold, but he plays it aloof and cool as he gently brushes her hair out of his face, leaning up to press a kiss on the tip of her nose before focusing back to his phone and the task at hand.

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

“–you know it, cutie!” she giggles softly, melodically, her heart all tight and swollen up with unimaginable love and affection, feeling happy and excited that he is awake; and then, “mm, can we stay like this for the rest of the day?” she murmurs into the skin of his neck while she presses a few, idle kisses along it, her breath sweet and warm against his skin. She is smiling, warm and tender, burying her nose in his hair and breathing him in indulgently; knowing that he won’t have to leave her, tonight–no work, no training, no missions half a world away from her; he’s here, with her, safe and relaxed, and the thought alone has her heart racing in excitement, her already-good mood tripling at the prospect of a quiet, intimate evening in just the two of them; “come here, don’t you deprive me of that face! I haven’t had enough of you just yet, me thinks!” she squeals, a playful, demanding little thing, and her hand slips out of his and goes to his face which she then turns toward her. She kisses him gently, slowly, the pads of her fingers spreading out across his cheek, drawing indeterminable designs and patterns. Soon, she smiles harder against his mouth, a coy noise sounding from the back of her throat as she presses herself closer, hugging him, snug and tight. Both of them are impossibly tangled in their sheets, making it virtually inconceivable to move (not that she wants to). ”–you left me all alone for like, an hour and forty five minutes, you know,“ something she notes between long, sweet kisses, wanting to tease him a little. “but you were too cute to wake up!” she presses her lips to the jut of his jaw, grinning goofily, “you woke up for like, half a second, to ask if the game had started though–” she pouts playfully now, using her free arm to try and draw him even closer to her, squeaking a little from the effort, her face flushed and pretty as she peers up at him, cheeks hot and rosy, “–you love the football more than your wifey – slug!” she accuses him playfully, reaching up to pinch his cheek as she continues to pout cutely. 

"—yes, please..." he murmurs, his lips pressing pressing softly over her knuckles as he squeezes her hand in his. his lips curled into an effortless, easy smile at the feeling of her pressing feathery kisses along his neck, the way she presses herself closer to him; all snugly and affectionate. makes his heart beat a little bit faster, never used to this being their life; her being his wife now, and the thought holds the same sweet, sentimental feeling it did the moment they were pronounced husband and wife. laughter falls from his lips at the demanding little thing that she turns into, pulling his face to her, causing him to laugh against her lips. the sound soon muffled by her smothering him in kisses (not that he would ever complain). he may be all tough and mighty, but when it comes to her her, and them, he is probably the biggest, realest equivalent of a teddy bear; all cuddly, yearning to be at the receiving end of her affections. he smiles as she kisses him, arms coming to wrap around her small frame, trapping her pressed hard against his body. heart beating hard, overflowing with how otherworldly happy she makes him feel, how relaxed, well loved. and no matter that this is how she always makes him feel, no doubt, it always like something new, something he never gets tired of; how much in love he is, how much he loves her, he adores her beyond this world, and of course, how much she loves him, that never ceases to amaze him, how lucky he got to not only be with her but get to marry this gem of a person, the world's most fantastic woman. all his. he kisses her back, all playful. pressing his lips over her eyelids, on her forehead, along her hairline. and then he laughs again at her comment, squeezing her hard to him. and his lips find hers in a hard kiss. all smiles and laughter. "look at me, already being a terrible husband!" he exclaims in mock shock with himself. kisses her again, cupping her face in both of his hands. a long, sweet, indulging kiss. and then he pulls back, only a little, his forehead pressing against hers. "has the game started though?" he asks, all serious and failing to keep a straight face, a smug smirk that forms on his lips.

[nicholaslancaster]

starlitmemes‌:

Send some symbols to hear about more in-depth about my muse(s)!

World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

People ✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them? 👊: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight? 💞: What was their first love like? 💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen? 💍: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so? 💛: Have they have sex? If not, are there any personal reasons why?

More & More! Headcanons

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

By early-September, they are back home from their honeymoon, deliriously happy and relaxed, beaming at and laughing with each other every second of the day they get to spend together, as though they’re caught in a constant honeymoon period (and, god, they are).  Her love for him is suddenly on fire, and now more than ever, she can’t seem to keep her hands off of him, touching and kissing and smooching him all over every chance she gets, getting all pouty and miserable every morning he has to leave her to go to work, counting down the hours until he’s home safe and grinning that sweet smile of his that sets her pulse racing, makes her feel whole again; she still can’t believe they’re married— that he’s her husband now, and forever, and every time she thinks about it, she squeals in delight, pretty little face crinkling with sweet laughter, heart all tight and swollen with so much love and joy, she overflows with it, loses her breath at every little kiss and touch of his. Life has honestly never felt happier or fuller for her, and she spends her days in a dreamy haze, dotting on him, warmly, lovingly, their house always warm and clean and smelling of honey and the sweet herbs she grows in their kitchen; she spends the afternoons tending to the garden outback, growing radishes and sweet potatoes, happy and excited to be making their house a home for their very first fall together as a married couple— spending the evenings chasing fireflies in the fields out front and eating tangerines and figs on the front porch while the sun sets, dipping toward him in an oversized hoodie over her sundress, catching his mouth, slick, slow, stealing a million kisses, breathing him in, giggly and joyful and adoring, keeping close to him–it’s easy, being his wife–she thinks; it feels right—natural--like she was put on this earth to do just that; it makes her feel invincible, safe. Like everything in the world is right. It’s the best thing she’s ever done, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever get over the pure, unbridled perfection of it–of being able to call herself his wife, for life, or the wild, raw feeling of absolute happiness it sends through her heart every time she thinks about it or somebody calls her Mrs. Lancaster, or even, when she catches a glimpse of their wedding pictures, framed and dappled in sunlight in their living room.  

It’s quiet now, a lazy Sunday evening. The only sound is the rain hitting the roof and the pane of the half-open window, a cool breeze pouring through the lace of the curtain, tickling their skin. It’s peaceful, and she’s comfortable – all nestled close to him, craving warmth and affection. They’re napping on their bed, and she’s draped loosely around his back with her chin resting on his shoulder, the silk of her dress all warm and sleek against his skin. Her fingertips skate down his bare arms, slow and slight, electric with subtle affections, and she breathes out gently through her nose prior to pressing her lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder. The kiss is soft and sweet, and she drags her lips in slow, doting kisses along the incline of the back of his neck, murmuring a loving little ‘heeeey–you awake?’ her voice sweet and melodic, not wanting to wake him up if he’s still dozing off. Outside, it continues to rain, and for several long minutes, she forgets that anything in the world but him exists, her heart racing.

—every since they returned back home and had to get back into their day to day life and routine the least fun part of his day has been having to leave her side and the warmth of their little nest; for long hours every day, usually by early morning through the evening. and it was well before they got married that he kind of disliked that; he wanted to be able to spend more time with her. never wishing to part from her side and never once feeling tired or sick of being in her presence. being with her has never been routinely with a negative meaning, on the contrary, it has always felt comfortable and easy, like a feeling of being home but expect it's a person you connect it with. a feeling of security and safety, but in an emotional, psychological way. and he has always felt like that with her every since he met her. even more so that he gets to call her his wife. his, alone. for now and for life. though he got to hoard her after their wedding, for a good long time, it was not enough. if he could, he would be with her all of the time until she would get sick of him (which is highly unlikely; especially now that they are still in the after wedding haze, filled to the brim with all the excitement and the sweet, lingering taste of their wedding day). and thus, he enjoys evenings where he gets to spend them with her, when he doesn't work or is off early. even when they are just dozing off together, all tangled in one another in their bed and sleeping through the golden hour of the day.

he shifts slightly when her lips press against his skin, warm and loving. a smile forms on his lips at the sound of her voice, even when he is still not fully awake yet, but in the between. still drenched with sleep. he hums, shifting in place a little, looking at her over his shoulder and reaching to take one of her hands into his. pressing soft little kisses across her knuckles, still in a sleepy haze (to which the sound of the rain aids a great deal). and soon he takes a gentle hold of both of her hands, pulling her to him and holding them against his chest. nestling comfortably against her with her all over his back. a smirk tagging on the corner of his lips. he loves this feeling of domesticity with her; this level of comfort that has always come naturally with her. and the fact that he gets to be calling her his wife for the rest of their lives. "does my baby seek attention...?" he questions in a sleepy, husky voice, his tone overly playful and upbeat, still holding her hands to his chest, unwilling to be letting go anytime soon, too keen in the feeling of closeness and ease.

[nicholaslancaster]

1 to 43

1. secret garden or forest?

2. the stars or the moon?

3. neck kisses or french kisses?

4. 1700’s/1800’s or 1900’s/2000’s?

5. poetry books or illustrations?

6. itunes or vinyl?

7. fairies or pixies?

8. water nymph or forest nymph?

9. kittens or baby lambs?

10. rainbow or sunrise?

Keep reading

[nicholaslancaster]

🖋 this or that game! 🖋

coffee or tea / early bird or night owl / chocolate or vanilla

silver or gold / pop or alternative / freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks / ivory or scarlet / flute or lyre

butterflies or honeybees / macarons or eclairs / rooftop or balcony

typewritten or handwritten letters / spicy or mild / london or paris

secret garden or secret library / potions or spells / ocean or desert

vincent van gogh or claude monet / denim or leather / mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party  / sun or moon / herbs or flowers

pearls or diamonds / watermelons or peaches / tattoos or piercings

beauxbatons or durmstrang / candles or fairy lights / classic or modern art

paintings or sculptures / hot or iced / glitter or matte

scorpio or cancer / silk or lace / New York or Los Angeles

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

♡ this or that game! ♡

tagging @nicholaslancaster & @andreamullinz 💕💕💕

coffee or tea / early bird or night owl / chocolate or vanilla

silver or gold / pop or alternative / freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks / ivory or scarlet / flute or lyre

butterflies or honeybees / macarons or eclairs / rooftop or balcony

typewritten or handwritten letters / spicy or mild / london or paris

secret garden or secret library / potions or spells / ocean or desert

vincent van gogh or claude monet / denim or leather / mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party  / sun or moon / herbs or flowers

pearls or diamonds / watermelons or peaches / tattoos or piercings

beauxbatons or durmstrang / candles or fairy lights / classic or modern art

paintings or sculptures / hot or iced / glitter or matte

scorpio or cancer / silk or lace / New York or Los Angeles

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

She sighs, soft and breathless, melting into the warm expanse of his chest, the beat of his heart against her palm, sweet and gentle, his hands on her face, the bend of her delicate waist, sending a surge of heat right through her core, and she marvels at how little it takes him to unravel her, like this, how she swells endlessly, heart full and racing, a wild, tender thing. She laughs into his mouth, inhales his sighs, her hands moving now to fan out over the hard length of his back, keeping him close, feeling dizzied with her love of him, her unbridled, raw excitement that he’s home early. She’s a giddy little thing, standing on tip-toe and pressing sweet little kisses along his jawline, eyes sparkling with playful mischief as he scolds her, making her laugh through her coy pouts, mile-long lashes batting sweetly as she scratches tenderly at his back, lilts a cute little, “heeey, I was only gone for fifteen minutes, you grouch! I didn’t know some Big Military Guy would break into my house!” voice soft and teasing and gentle as she bumps their noses together, grinning, “I was real quick–I drove up to the farm to get some vintage lace and silk fabric your grandma got me!” she smiles, face bright and rosy with joy, glowing in the late evening sunlight spilling through the curtains, “–I’m gonna make my wedding garter out of it!” she informs him excitedly, squealing softly as she lifts her little chin and kisses him hard and breathless on the mouth, pressing herself tighter to him, starved for his affections, pulling him toward their bed. “–wanna see?” she asks in a whisper, placing another long, soft kiss to his lower lip, her pulse sputtering at the perfect intimacy of the moment. 

—despite his best efforts he fails miserably to keep a big, warm smile from forming on his lips at how absolutely entering she is being. and it is the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, making them shine big and bright with his endless adoration for her, the love he houses for her mounting and over-spilling. “didn’t take much effort to break in” he teases, a playful tone lacing through his words, wishing to tease her a little more, gather a reaction from her (he evidently loves her adorable antics a little too much, let’s be honest). “you had left every door and window wide open...all that was missing was a big please enter or a welcome, come on in sign.” and there is nothing in his tone to indicate that he means any of this, not for a second. instead, there is a goofy, loving smile plastered on his face. his hands tightening around her small frame, essentially trapping her, pressed against him. but then he looses his hold to let her pull him further into their bedroom, towards the bed, where she has left a box overflowing with some fabrics and lace —and he be damned if he can tell whatever they are used for, especially if she had not just told him what she wants them for and she plans to do with these. a smirk forms on his lips. “show me the fabrics and lace, yes...” he nods, but a second later he is playfully slapping her ass, groping her a little for a split moment. “but I don’t wanna see it yet...I’d rather wait...” he teases, winking at her as he walks to sit down on the bed (which he will excuses as having had a long day, and needs to rest —when he has been doing paper work and been to a dozen of meetings since he got to work, aside from attending the early morning PT session, in full gear for extra difficulty, of course). “go on,” he prompts, nudging her with his hand, pinching the small of her waist. “don’t keep me waiting...” he adds, for extra drama (and no other reason, to be frank, it’s not like he would rather be doing anything else or as if he is in a hurry, by any means).

[nicholaslancaster]

Lis: she never found out I said that to a teacher! 😂💃 was I not a sleek lass, mm? you'd have liked me ;)

Lis: aw my babe ❤ have you had your lunch yet?

Lis: it's been EXCITING!! this morning I made a strawberry and cream cheese pie then I made some fairy cakes for my bridal shower and I tidied the kitchen up! ALSO NIC!!!! All the decorations for the wedding came in and they look AMAZING and I may or may not have squealed with JOY AT EVERYTHING and teared up a bit I am SO EXCITED!!! I've got my final fitting for my wedding dress tmr and LET ME TELL YOU MR. SEAL

Lis: the WAIT is killing this girl of yours... 🙊😍💗 It’s a weird thing to try to wrap my head around and express but really, I’m just SO EXCITED I feel like I'll explode!!!! I'll be Mrs. Lancaster SO SOON 😁 all life goals ATTAINED xoxo

Nic: oh my....hahah I bet I would have! we would have been a mischievous lil gang if we knew each other back then

Nic: nope, babeee. and I am sure we have something nasty so I am glad I came to work prepared *winky face thing*

Nic: of all those things that you made, what can I eat?

Nic: I may not be able to see you in your wedding dress yet, but man, I cannot wait to see the decorations you've picked! —with a tad bit help of your man, lbh

Nic: please, don't you die before we wed and don't you dare die after we wed for AT LEAST a hundred years, ok? good

Nic: I am going to sound absolutely sappy now, but really I think that the second I'll see you in your wedding dress will be the first time I will cry in my life since I was nine

[nicholaslancaster]

yellow

if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? her current view! a river surrounded by lush greenery! or a stormy sea… or sprawling lavender fields. 

what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? lay around beside a body of cold water, hike to a waterfall and jump off of it, go free-diving, floating in the lake, the clouds stained soft like peach skin then laying under the willows with her love and dogs and eating fresh fruits and homemade snacks whilst drinking something cold and fruity. 

what do you consider lucky? She doesn’t believe in luck, per se, but she does believe that people can set intentions and prepare themselves to execute them when the moment comes – that being said, sometimes a seemingly negative twist of fate changes everything for the better, so she sees it all as sort of relative, ever-changing, unknowable. 

what made you smile today? Her very sleepy husband laying on her lap

what makes you happy? Nicholas, authenticity, nature, love, animals, babies, baking, stories, warm windy mornings drenched in sunlight, flowers, musicals, rich experience. 

[nicholaslancaster]

duforts‌:

It is late evening when she gets back home from the farm, the sun going down off in the distance, behind the bluffs; everything purple and red, low, white clouds catching up the glow of the end of the day. It is blissfully quiet out here, too, and the smell of the river running along the house is so swelling that it almost washes like wind against her face in the dry summer heat as she loosely pushes the door open with the peak of her shoulder, a box over-brimming with lace shawls and scraps of silken ribbons half-pressed against her hip, her floral skirt riding up her thigh. Glancing at the clock in the living room, she hastily heads upstairs, then, sighing through her nose and thinking that Nic will be home, soon–the house is, blessedly cooler, windows open, quiet; it is soothing, the heat evaporating within its walls, the quiet hum of the air-conditioning whirling in the stillness– and she is humming sweetly under her breath, toeing a line toward the bedroom and setting the box at the foot of the bed for her to sort out later, before twirling about, making to slip into the bathroom for a quick shower; and that’s when she runs into Nic walking out of the bathroom, her head bumping against his shoulder lightly. It startles her, and she is lifting her hand up to his chest and gasping in surprise, eyes rounding with brief shock before she realizes it’s him, squeaking a breathless little “–you scared me!”, warm, melodic laughter spilling from her lips as she tucks stray strands of hair behind her ear, blinking up at him affectionately as she catches her breath, “what are you doing half naked in the dark, lurker?” she teases him, standing on her tip-toes and pressing a sweet, loving kiss to his mouth, eyes sparkling with her adoration of him as she draws back, exhaling. “I didn’t see your car in the driveway…”

—it’s the first time that he gets to leave work on time (and probably one of the very few times that this happens). and he is excited about that; excited to be coming back home to his soon-to-be wife, to be getting to spend more time with her, enjoy her. and yeah, he is on cloud nine that he doesn’t have any reports to write or documents to read or review. that he doesn’t need to get briefed about anything, either. so it is just going to be one relaxing, quiet evening in with his girl. no matter how he likes taking her away and travelling with her, he does enjoy some quality time with her in their own home. but when he does arrive home he finds that she is out, which doesn’t surprise him, really. what does surprise him, however, is that she has left the windows open. speaking wide open for anyone who would like could barge in (no matter that his K-9 is well trained and ready to guard, protect and attack when need be). after waiting for her for a while, he gets into the shower. and he is almost over when he hears her coming up the stairs. a fond smile forming on his lips at her half-shocked gasp and squeal, laughing lightly at how adorable she is. “I am sorry, didn’t mean to...” it’s a half apology, murmured against the softness of her lips as she presses her mouth to his. lovingly. “I was taking a shower, Miss...” a beat, “but then again anyone could be in here judging by the state you left the house in...” his tone is teasing, yet carries a hid of scolding for her —out of pure worry and concern about her safety alone. his arms come to wrap around her small frame, pulling her to him before she can pull away. one hand cupping her face, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, smiling down at her. “no, it’s in the garage...” he elaborates. “where have you been?” his tone is such to tease her; playful and pleasant, itching to hear of her day and all those deliciously adorable things she always does and has to share with him (second highlight of his days, right after number one which is getting to see her and be with her after a long damn day at work).