It Was Right

Matt slapped his cheeks a few times as I turned the key in the lock, both of us blinking our eyes.

The door opened with a familiar creak and as I stepped over the threshold, I dropped my pack on the floor with a soft thunk. Pressing my forehead against the door as I closed it.

I clicked the locks and then touched them with my fingers once more, double checking they were, in fact locked and I sighed.

There was a faint creak, a shift of something behind me, "Did you hear that?"

Matt was yawning, dropping his keys into the bowl Morgan had picked up for us in Spain on her last op, "Hear what?"

He rubbed his eyes but immediately focused as the creak happened again, "That." I hissed.

Matt reached to touch the firearm at his back. I knew he didn't want to use it, but after everything he had been through, he was always quicker to worry about last resorts than I was.

We both looked around, searching for signs of forced entry, for our safety precautions to be out of place or triggered.

I sighed as I saw the orange juice container on the counter. I pointed to it, pulling my shoes off.

Matt pulled his shirt over the gun letting out a soft groan. He rubbed at his cheeks again, "Mine or yours?"

I quietly stepped towards the hallway, avoiding the floorboard that always creaked and glanced down towards the open door to my bedroom. I heard the soft snoring now and could see the brown curls dangling over the edge of the bed.

I went back towards him to grab my pack, whispering, a smile on my face, "Mine." I picked up the pack, grinning wider, "Well, technically yours too, but she's in my bed."

Matt kicked off his shoes, shaking his head. I knew he was probably just upset it wasn't Scout, "They both need to stop doing this. What if someone..." He shook his hands, deciding he was either too tired to keep going or that it was maybe a little okay since it had been a month without seeing them.

He blinked at the clock on the microwave and nodded, "I'm gonna lay down for a bit."

We both quietly entered our rooms and I set my pack down as softly as I could, knowing even a drop of water in the sink wouldn't be able to avoid the ears of Morgan Goode.

I felt my breath catch as I finally looked at her fully, a smile on my lips. She was the most gorgeous person I had ever met, and it had been a whole month, and now she was laying in my bed.

Her prosthetic was off, laying on the ground next to her and I knew that meant she felt safe and comfortable. She had on one of my t-shirts, no pants, a blanket on the floor and a sheet tangled around her body. Always fighting, even in her sleep.

Her curls fell all over the bed, and she was drooling onto the mattress, her face half under the pillow. She let out a louder snore and I bit back a laugh. I picked up the blanket and gently laid it over her and she curled underneath it. I loved her so much, I didn't know if I even had words to describe that amount and kind of love anymore. She literally took my breath away and made me at a loss for words.

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and knew that as much as I wanted to crawl into bed with her, it would ruin my schedule for the next few days. So I stepped out into the hallway again, towards the bathroom Matt and I shared. I showered, taking in the familiar smell of my soap. I forgot how good hot water felt and the feeling of warm, clean clothes on my body.

When I stepped back into the room, the blanket was off of her body again and I sighed, pulling it back over her once more. She snuggled deeper under it. I laid my hands on either side of her head and leaned down, kissing her forehead softly.