The beep of the text message wakes me up and I realize that I fell asleep on the couch in front of a movie. I blink a few times, then look at the phone and see that you have asked if you can come over. I've teased you in the past how you never need to ask, but I know that you like to make sure. I send back a quick "come on over!" and I get up and look around quickly to make sure that everything is at least kind of presentable. There isn't a lot to fix, so I spend most of the 15 minutes puttering about the house - a few minutes to roll the blankets back into place (although whether they will stay there or not depends on you), a couple of times, there are scraps of paper that I throw into the trash - but it doesn't take long before I see you roll into my driveway.
Smiling, I open the door and stand in the doorway. Your grin as you step out of your car is contagious and even if I wasn't in a good mood, I would be now. I step out of the way as you walk up to the door and you smile as you walk through. I follow, shutting (and locking) the door. You step into the dining room and set your purse down on the table, turning to catch me just as I'm walking up behind you. There aren't any words before you take the step up to me and wrap your arms around me. Leaning slightly, our lips touch each other and everything seems right again.
Moments turn into minutes and we separate just enough to smile again, my arms wrapped around your waist, yours draped over my shoulders. Your smile goes up from your mouth through your eyes and whatever fatigue I had been feeling earlier is gone. We stand there for a few minutes, exchanging small talk about the day and other bemusements. Eventually, we pull away from each other, each going our own direction - you get a glass of water and I kill the lights in the front room and walk to the hallway, waiting for you with a smile when you turn away from the sink.
I can see the grin in your eyes before I turn and walk back to the bedroom. Looking around for a minute in one last check, I step out of the way as you take a drink and then set the glass on the end table. You turn back to me as I step closer, sliding my arms under yours and pulling you to me. My lips touch yours, then move down your cheek, down the side of your neck. As you shift your head back, you close your eyes and sigh. I keep kissing you as I slide my hands down your side, pressing them against your hips, moving them down so I can squeeze your ass and pull your groin to me. Although it's not like you need any encouragement as just the hint gets you to grind hard against me.