Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

4

Jim anxiously waited for Seb to come back from a mission. It was slightly dangerous...and by slightly I mean extremely.

Seb, are you okay? -M

No reply. Sighing, Jim tossed his phone aside. The door suddenly opened and he jumped up.

Seb walked in, unscathed. He brushed dust off his tank top, glancing at Jim with a slight grin.

"Sorry, my phone died." Seb explained before Jim could ask about the lack of replies to his texts.

"New rule: charge your phone before missions." Jim grumbled.

"Aw, were you worried?" Seb asked, smiling even more.

"Of course I was worried. If I wasn't I'd be asleep." Jim snorted.

"Heh." Seb snorted, ruffling Jim's hair.

"Sebby, darling, we're married. Of course I'd be worried." Jim scowled, pushing his tall husband's hands away.

"Its still cute to see you worry," Seb chuckled, pecking Jim's forehead.

"Yeah yeah, save the mushy stuff for later. I'm tired," Jim rolled his eyes. Seb smiled, picking his boss up bridal style. "Hey! Seb!"

"Yeah, princess?"

"Put me down, damnit!" Jim protested. Seb gently dropped him on their bed, flopping nect to him. Jim layed next to him, cupping Seb's face in his hands.

"Yeah, boss?" Seb asked. Jim leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss on his husband's lips.

"Was the mission a success?" Jim asked, remembering the cause of his worry.

"Yeah, of course it was. I was on the job." Seb smugly said.

"Don't get smug with me, Moran." Jim playfully growled.

"I know, you made the plan up." Seb grinned. "A bloody brilliant plan, I might add."

"Puh-lease, Sebby. Flattery gets you nowhere...well, it'll get you somewhere." Jim smirked.

"Oh? Like where?" Seb's grin turned into a matching smirk.

"How should I know? I don't flatter people often." Jim rolled his eyes. "Can I sleep now?"

"Alright boss. Night."

"Goodnight tiger."