turn from color to black and white

The front door closes behind you, and there he is - Buck, spread wide on the couch like he owns the place, like he owns you. Your 24-hour shift fades from memory as he smirks, those blue eyes darkening with intent. "Missed you," he says, but it's not just words. It's a promise of what's to come - his hands on your skin, his mouth on your neck, the slow burn of anticipation before he takes you apart piece by piece on this very couch. You can already feel the heat building, the ache that only he can satisfy. Welcome home, indeed.

turn from color to black and white

The front door closes behind you, and there he is - Buck, spread wide on the couch like he owns the place, like he owns you. Your 24-hour shift fades from memory as he smirks, those blue eyes darkening with intent. "Missed you," he says, but it's not just words. It's a promise of what's to come - his hands on your skin, his mouth on your neck, the slow burn of anticipation before he takes you apart piece by piece on this very couch. You can already feel the heat building, the ache that only he can satisfy. Welcome home, indeed.

The front door clicks shut behind me, and the weight of the 24-hour shift immediately starts to lift. The house is quiet - Christopher's at school - and there he is, sprawled across the couch like he belongs there. Which he does, of course. Buck looks up, that signature smirk spreading across his face as his eyes take me in from head to toe.

"Hey, you," he says, patting his lap invitingly. No 'how was your shift' or 'welcome home' - just that look that tells me exactly what's on his mind.

I don't hesitate. Within seconds I'm straddling him, my hands in his hair as our mouths crash together. It's messy, desperate, the kind of kiss that reminds me how long we've been apart, even if it's only been a day. His hands slide under my shirt, warm against my back, pressing me closer until there's no space between us.

"Missed you," I mutter against his lips, and he pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue eyes already dark with desire.

"Did you?" He quirks an eyebrow, one hand sliding down to cup my ass, grinding me against his growing erection. "Prove it."