summary: after practice, all will wants to do is go home to his girlfriend sand do nothing but be close to her. as he tells her she feels like home they cuddle for the rest of the night.
The sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the small apartment, and Y/N looked up from the book she had been reading. She had just settled into the couch with a cup of tea, the kind of quiet evening she had been craving, and her heart skipped when she saw Will step inside, his hockey gear still clinging to him like a second skin.
βHey, you,β she greeted softly, smiling as he dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his skates.
Willβs face lit up when he saw her, a tired grin spreading across his face. βHey, babe,β he said, his voice still carrying the edge of the dayβs practice. βI missed you.β
Y/N set her book aside, patting the space next to her on the couch. βI missed you too. Long day?β
He flopped down next to her, sighing dramatically as he leaned back. βLongest. My legs feel like jelly, my shoulders are screaming, and all I want isβ¦ you.β
The last word was said almost as a whisper, and Y/N felt a flutter in her chest. Will had this way of saying things that made her forget the rest of the world existed.
βMe? What about me?β she teased, nudging him lightly.
βYeah, you,β he said, leaning closer so that his forehead rested against hers. βI want you, I need youβ¦ especially after a day like today.β
Y/N laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his damp forehead. βYouβre so clingy after practice,β she said, though her tone was gentle, affectionate.
Will grinned mischievously. βYou love it.β
Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It wasnβt rushed; it was the kind of kiss that said, Iβve been thinking about you all day, and I need this. When he pulled back, he rested his head against her shoulder, sighing contentedly.
βYouβre warm,β he murmured, nuzzling into her. βI missed this. I missedβ¦ being close to you.β
Y/N laughed again, but it was quiet, filled with affection. βWell, youβre home now. So you can be as clingy as you want.β
Willβs grin widened. βOh, I intend to.β
He shifted slightly, moving so that he could rest more comfortably on the couch, lying partially across her lap. Y/Nβs hands went to his hair almost instinctively, fingers threading through the short strands at the back of his neck. Will let out a soft, pleased hum.
βYou always make it better,β he murmured, closing his eyes as she played with his hair. βI donβt know how you do it, but you justβ¦ make everything feel okay.β
Y/N smiled down at him, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek. βMaybe I just love you.β
βYeah,β he whispered, voice thick with affection. βI love you too.β
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of their soft voices and the occasional clink of her fingers in his hair. Will shifted again, now resting fully against her, his head on her chest and one arm draped lazily over her stomach. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her own, a comforting rhythm after a long, tiring day.
βYouβre heavy,β Y/N said, though her tone was playful rather than complaining.
βIβm your heavy,β Will replied with a grin. βYour cuddle weight.β
βYouβre ridiculous,β she said softly, but she tightened her arms around him, pulling him closer. βBut I like it.β
Will let out a small, content sigh, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck. βYouβre perfect,β he said, his voice muffled against her skin. βI donβt know what Iβd do without you.β
βYouβd survive,β she said with a laugh, tilting her head so he could kiss her again.
βYeah, but it wouldnβt be fun,β he countered, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss that left both of them breathless. βI like having you around. I likeβ¦ this. Us.β
Y/N smiled against his lips, the warmth of him spreading through her chest. βMe too,β she whispered, and he hummed in agreement.
For a while, they just stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, letting the world outside fade away. Will would occasionally murmur little compliments into her hair, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, while Y/N ran her hands over his back and through his hair, grounding him after a day of physical exhaustion and mental strain.
At one point, he rolled slightly so that he could lie on his back, pulling her down so that she rested against him. Her head settled against his chest, and he wrapped an arm securely around her, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
βYou feel like home,β he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice making Y/Nβs chest tighten. βI donβt just mean your apartmentβ¦ I mean you. Youβre my home.β
Her heart swelled, and she pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. βYouβre my home too, Will,β she said. βIβve never feltβ¦ this comfortable with anyone.β
Will let out a pleased hum, tightening his hold on her. βGood,β he murmured. βBecause I plan on keeping you like thisβ¦ close, always.β
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, talking quietly, sharing kisses, and stealing little touches. Will occasionally nudged her playfully, making her laugh, before pressing another soft kiss to her lips, his warmth radiating through her like a blanket.
βYou know,β he said at one point, his voice teasing, βI think you missed your calling as a hair stylist. Youβve got magic fingers.β
Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his hair again. βJust for you, Mr. Hockey Star.β
Will let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead. βI could get used to this,β he murmured. βComing home to you, being held by youβ¦ itβs perfect.β
Y/N smiled, leaning into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. βPerfect isnβt even enough,β she whispered.
Will hummed, nuzzling into her hair, and for a while, there were no wordsβjust the quiet intimacy of two people who belonged together. He shifted slightly, draping his legs over hers in a lazy, comfortable sprawl, his arm still around her waist, holding her close.
βPromise me something?β he said suddenly, his tone serious but soft.
βWhat?β she asked, looking up at him.
βPromise me weβll always have this,β he said, gesturing vaguely to the closeness, the kisses, the laughter, the warmth of their shared space. βNo matter whatβ¦ always like this.β
Y/N smiled, brushing a hand over his cheek. βI promise,β she said, and kissed him softly, sealing the promise in the quiet glow of the apartment.
Will let out a happy hum, pressing his forehead against hers. βGood,β he said, grinning. βBecause I canβt imagine my life any other way. I want you. All of you. Every day.β
βYou have me,β Y/N said, her voice steady but full of love. βAll of me. Always.β
And with that, Will leaned in, capturing her lips in another slow, lingering kiss, before settling back into her arms. They stayed that way, tangled together, hearts beating in quiet sync, the rest of the world forgotten. It was just them, the quiet apartment, and the warmth of each otherβa perfect, ordinary, magical evening that neither of them wanted to end.
