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Shadowlight week, Day 3 : Cuddles
‘We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it will never fall apart’
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Rogue sighs as he lets his keys fall on the table. It was already past ten, and the only light in the house is the little lamp that Sting must have kept lit up for him. It brings a small smile to his lips.
This week has been crazy at work for him, and he ended up coming home later than usual, leaving him less time with his husband. And while he knows that Sting doesn’t hold this against him, Rogue can’t help but feel guilty.
However, this was the last night that he would have to come home so late as he is now back to his previous schedule. Which means that he can try and make up for the time he lost with the blond.
Exhaustion taking over, he goes straight to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes before making his way to the bedroom. He is mostly sure that Sting is already asleep. After all, he has to get up earlier than Rogue every morning to go to work.
Rogue slides the door open and stops in surprise as his eyes meet Sting’s beautiful blue ones. He is reading some random magazine, his glasses on his nose while some soft music plays in the background. He looks absolutely gorgeous with his hair going everywhere and the loose shirt, that Rogue is almost positive is his, on him.
“I thought you’d be asleep already,” Rogue says, as he starts to walk towards the bed.
Sting puts his magazines and glasses on the nightstand next to him.
“I tried, but I missed you too much,” Sting answers with honesty.
Rogue smiles tenderly as he lets himself slide under the covers.
“I missed you too, love. But this was the last night that I’ll have to come home this late.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Plus next week I have some days off so we could have some time to ourselves. Don’t know exactly when though. I’ll find out tomorrow.”
Sting hums happily as he makes his way closer to Rogue.
“Great! Keep me updated, I’ll ask my boss for some days off too so we can spend time together! It’s been so long since we did something fun! It sucks to be an adult!”
Rogue laughs at that but doesn’t respond. Instead, he slides over to fill the gap between them eagerly, surprising Sting who is already moving to get closer to him. Rogue rests his head on the crook of Sting’s neck as he tugs one of his legs between those of his husband.
He doesn’t have to look at Sting to know that he’s smiling, pleased that Rogue made the first move. He feels arms around him a second later, and Rogue doesn’t fight his eyes when they start to close.
“I love you, Rogue.”
Just like every time Sting says it, Rogue can’t help but feel blessed by whatever God there is above them.
“I love you too.” He responds, leaving a soft kiss on Sting’s neck.