#whiskymuses

Micah was beaming as he locked his car and took the stone steps into their home. “Skye, I’m home.” He’d loved saying that every time, even if it was to an empty house because she was still at work. They weren’t at the same place, crazy schedules as they were, but she was home this time and he dropped his bag and coat on the floor by the door and rushed her. “Missed y’so much, Red.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist and he picked her up enough to burry his face in her neck, nipping and kissing at her milky skin while her toes dragged across the floor toward the stairs. Humming against her neck they nearly fell onto the landing but he caught the handrail and burst into laughter before tugging at her clothes. “Off, all of it. I need to be inside you and we have a lot of ground to cover in this place.”