It was Jen’s favourite window in the villa, looking out beyond Thunderbird Two’s runway and to the rolling waves stretching out to the horizon. She’d turned down the lights to a soft glow, just light enough to be able to see the words on her page. The patter of the rain on the glass made the corner feel cozy, like the home she had never had.
A flash of lightning caught her eye, making her glance up for a moment just long enough to catch movement in her other eye.
“That’s where my Air Force sweater went,” Scott murmured as he stepped behind her, sinking down to wrap himself around her.
Jen smiled, burying herself deeper in the soft material of the well worn top,
“Nope,” She told him, “You can check the label, this one is mine.”
She laughed as he hummed, not sounding quite convinced.
Scrolling down the words of the page, she leant back into his chest, contented in every way she thought she could be.
Setting the tablet down, she tilted her head back,
“It’s one of my romances, so you won’t think much of it,”
Scott tutted, pressing his lips to the pulse on her neck,
“I think real life would be much more interesting.”
Jen laughed, knowing just what he was implying as she shuffled back an extra inch, settling against the mould of his body,
“Real life is just perfect.”
Both settled looking out into the swirling storm, each as contented as they had ever been.
