#colenasty

There have been an agreement between the two of you which acknowledged how busy you two can be, so you've made an agreement that for the last two days of the week, the two of you, no exception allowed, will have to take the days off and spend it with each other.

And he has broken that agreement.

You're upset at the dog hybrid of a husband (not too much, you couldn't bring yourself to be upset at him for long), as you're left alone deprived of his attention at home.

What makes it worse is that you don't have any work scheduled to do that day that can help you distract yourself. Days planned to spend it with your loved ones from the rise of sun to the rise of moon, spent alone eating and baking pies.

You need a way to cope.

So you do what Ren used to do when he misses you; steal a piece of his clothing and just absolutely hoard it until he came home.

Making a beeline for the closet, you open the drawer to pull out some of his shirt and jacket that he has kept as well as one of his spare capes. Honestly, anything will do.

With your newly found treasure, you make your way back to the bedroom, and throw the pile of clothing right towards the bed as it covers almost the entirety of it. Picking the cape, you let it drape around your shoulder before you let yourself dive into the pile of your lover's clothing.

During the minutes spent laying on his clothing, you began to slowly understand why Ren found this act therapeutic. The faint smell of wood and his smoky-ish cologne are somewhat covered by the smell of the detergent, but not all, giving it a scent that only your lover could ever possess.

You didn't even notice that you had fallen asleep clinging onto his coat, faintly and peacefully enjoying the substitute of your lover's warm embrace.

Ren had managed to come home early. Well, early is quite a stretch. What he thought to be work worth two days only consumed an entire day and a half, making him finish early, but not early enough to spare him the day he's supposed to spend with you.

He had called you through the communicator a few times now, unfortunately, with no reply. He had assumed the worst that you're upset at him, and had prepared for that scenario by carrying a basket of Scar's finest cookie that you seem to specifically enjoy on a lovely day.

 Stepping into your shared home, Ren low-key tiptoed himself into the house. He may be home earlier than planned, but it's still midnight and he assumed you had fallen asleep first before he did. Hell maybe you'd make him sleep on the couch somehow because of him breaking the weekend agreement.

And he was right, you are asleep, just in a condition that he didn't quite expect.

The piles of clothes surrounding you are most familiar to him, as the compiled pieces of clothing radiate a strong sense of his scent that he's familiar with. 

It took him quite some time to finally register and actually respond to your actions. He's flustered! 

With the room now basically covered with his scent, you too, have been engulfed by that one smell of him. To normal humans such as you and many others it may seem like it's a normal matter, hell no one perhaps ever realizes such a change of smell on someone, but for him, this feels quite overwhelming.

So he did what he felt right, and just dipped onto the bed and slid himself into your arms, slightly stirring you awake from your warm sleep.

"Mh..? Ren, love?"

"I'm here baby," he breathes in, face buried in your stomach as your hand finds itself on his head by a lazy and sleepy reaction. "I'm here, I'm here."

"Sorry for the mess.." you lightly yawned, patting his head before he pulled himself up, reaching forward to plant a long, firm kiss to your forehead. 

"Don't be sorry baby, please," he moves down, planting another kiss to your cheek, "My beautiful, cute, perfect love."

You giggled, your hand lazily finding his jaw before gently bringing his lips to yours. You can feel him breathing you in more, kissing you softly but with a certain confidence and yearn, before pulling away to plant a kiss on your jawline.

"You smell absolutely perfect, love." His compliment continued, a trace of kisses left all over your neck followed by a series of giggles and sighs, "Dear Void, I love you so much."

"Hey," you softly called out to him, pulling his face away from your neck as you look back to him with a smile and a hand that is slowly tracing his jawline. He smiled, slightly crooked and full of love that showed a peek of his sharp, pair of canine teeths. "Hello, beautiful," he breathed out.

Taking your hand and kissing your inner wrist while grazing his teeth softly on your pulse, his voice changed, "Will you please let me make up for the time I left you, angel?"