One Shots

Ed coming home

I wake up to find myself embraced in strong arms. After spending each night alone for the past 3 weeks, you would have thought I would be alarmed. But I wasn't. I recognized these arms, and I knew my place in them. Ed's arms fit around me like a crafted piece of a puzzle.
I smiled to myself my excitement taking over me. I tried not to stir so I wouldn't wake Ed. I knew he was probably winded from days of travel and jet lag. I often felt bad for Eddy, but he did his job better than anyone else.

"Y/N love is that you?" He whispers to me, his voice barely audible. Oops, looks like I woke him... His whisper against my bare neck sent chills through me.

"It's me bear," I whisper back. I turn to face him resting my eyes on his perfect face. I couldn't help but to smile, which in turn caused Ed to smile. We lay like that for a few minutes. Smiling at each other with a look in our eyes that no one knew but us. Neither of us were able to speak.
I finally broke down in giggles.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too love. You've got no idea," he smiled.

"How was American life?" I questioned on his latest tour.

"Quite uneventful without you," He joked. I chuckled, pulling myself into a kiss that I had been waiting weeks for. Counting down the days until Ed's lips would meet with mine again. It had been a form of beautiful torture. And it didn't disappoint. I felt my love for Ed surge through me with every second his mouth touched mine. We pulled away and greeted each other once again with another smile.

I engaged Ed in a drowsy conversation. I was aware it was well after two am. But I could have cared less. Ed diverged little details to me about the tour. He would run his fingers through my hair and I would trace his tattoos as he told me his stories. I noticed he had acquired a few new ones over the past few weeks.

I would live for the moments when he would pause and kiss me, sending a spark through me, bringing me out of my daydreams (about Ed of course) and back into his loving arms.