Loving For Three Moonknight X Reader

EIGHTEEN - Finally Back Home

The plane, you had just got off of your plane and you were finally out of New York and back in London. Finally!

But you were tired so, so terribly tired. Your eyes threatened to seal shut as you left the airport with Steven.

"You alright, Love?" Steven turned around seeing your drowsy body dragging your suitcase.

"Yeah, just tired." You yawned, rubbing your eye.

"I can—erm—carry your bags for you, Darling. If that helps." He walked next to you, reaching for your bag.

"It's fine, I'll be alright. Just...can't wait to get home, and take a nice nap." You sighed. Just the thought of sleep encouraged you enough to not fall straight on your face from dreariness.

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Screeeeeeck!

The sound of Steven opening his flat's door was music to your ears. You were finally back, and you felt so good.

"Why don't you take a rest, I'll unpack." Steven suggested as you entered the cluttered apartment.

The flat was full of books, just like it was when you left. It was almost like it was holding its breath waiting for you to come back.

"Are you sure?" You hesitated.

"Certain." He smiled.

You slumped down on the couch, the afternoon sun shining on your clothed back, though it was snowing outside it wasn't cold inside.

It was comfortable, the cushioned couch sank under your weight, acting as a huge pillow wrapping its arms around you, welcoming you into its warmth.

Your eyes fluttered shut, as your breathing calmed down, sending you into a peaceful slumber.

Finally, you were back home...

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A waft of delicious aroma flooded your senses waking you up from your sleep.

"Mmmm." You hummed. "What is that, Steven?" You sat up straight on the couch.

"Marc, and it's spaghetti." Marc corrected. He turned to look at you.

"Sorry, I thought—it smells really good." You smiled leaving the warmth of the couch.

As you looked out the window you saw how dark it was. Your "little nap" must've lasted hours.

"Well good, 'cause I made some for the both of us." He brought two bowls to the round wooden kitchen table.

'It's pathetic, you try to impress her with your cooking. Especially when you didn't even make it.'Jake sighed in the reflection of the microwave.

'Won't you get off his back about it. I told him he could take the credit.' Steven defended Marc.

Steven did this a lot, Jake was often too harsh or critical.