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It's been a long day at work for you, your head throbbing and feet aching; pounding at the soles. All you want is your boyfriend, the tall, brooding man and his plush pink lips being on your mind all day, as we as the thought of his long and slender fingers dancing along every part of your body.
You sigh in relief as your hand closes around the cold metal doorknob to you and Bills shared apartment, the smell of vanilla and patchouli instantly enticing your senses as you walk into the place. Your eyes scan your surroundings, and a smile breaks across your face, warmth and comfort (along with a jolt of heat to your lower abdomen) filling your body as you notice Bill; taking your lower lip between your teeth while you admire the sight in front of you.
He's lying on the sofa, upper half bare and his lower half covered in pair of fitted black jeans. "He must have just wanted to do away with the shirt." You think to yourself. His long legs dangle halfway off of the end of the sofa, large feet suspended in air. One of his arms are tucked under his head as he faces the television, the other draped across his soft tummy as his eyes intently focus on the show he's watching, until he hears the door close, that is.
His head perks up as you take your coat off, throwing it to the nearest piece of furniture, before you lazily sling your keys on the counter with a loud *clank*. "Long day?" He asks in a curious tone, sitting up a bit to make room for you. His hair is messy and disheveled yet still looks cute as ever, lips pink and swollen from his excessive chewing habit (that you constantly tell him he needs to break.)
"You have no idea." You say with a tired huff as you plop down on the couch, instantly shimmying yourself between his lengthy legs as you rest your head on his firm lap. He smells fresh, and like the dryer sheets you buy, a scent that brings you comfort. He chuckles and leans back against the throw pillow behind him that is much too small, bringing his hands to your head so his long fingers can rake through your hair.
"What can I do to help?" His low voice asks, a melodic tone in the way he speaks as he lightly massages your scalp. You smirk; though you know he can't see it, as you lift yourself up and place both hands on either side of his narrow waist. You perch yourself up on your knees, both of his legs on either side of your hips as he looks at you with a wondrous, curious grin.
