Love me Like you Do [109]

[Jacques Basset]

Too long...

The dark London air was welcoming as he stepped into the light that shown from one of the windows of Follett Towers. It was a sight for sore eyes, his eyes, which had been away for far too long. The summer air was sweet and slightly thick, a sign that rain was possibly in the forecast. Though he could tell it would be soon since he couldn't see the stars and moon this evening. Where he had been was confidential, but the conditions weren't that great and he was just glad to be done with it. Sometimes his job took him across the world and depending on the case, he would be gone for short or long periods of time. It's a job that he loves to do, but sometimes it was too much that it would wear him down. He was exhausted...too exhausted, but he knew that once he stepped inside that would all change.

Slumped shoulders straightened up and he took his bags, heading through the front doors of Follett Towers and padding quietly down the hallway. It was silent, not a peep coming from any of the apartments that he passed by. The quietness was comforting compared to the loud, sleepless city he had last come from. His journey taking hours until his arrival to London. There really is no place he'd rather be than home with her in the comfort of their home. He was becoming more anxious to enter into his apartment knowing that she'd be there. But could she be awake or asleep? Jacques didn't want to bother her, but at the same time he just wanted to hold her close and stay that way for hours.

He took a deep breath as he stopped in front of apartment 109, staring at the golden plated numbers, no sound emitting from the other side.

She's definitely asleep or perhaps she's still at work?

Jacques unlocked the door and entered stealthily, turning on the lamp and setting aside his bags near the coat rack His eyes scanned the apartment. Not a lot has changed besides the slight feminine touch to his apartment, a better improvement to when he first moved here. He saw the door to his bedroom was slightly cracked and dark. Assuming that Kelly was passed out, he'd wait and settle in first before joining her. He crossed the living room and into the kitchen, taking a glass out of the cupboard and filling it with tap water. Sipping his water, he headed back into the living room and sat down, his body sinking into the soft cushions of his couch. He was really glad to be back in his comfort zone. At least with his return, he was given vacation to rest. With the constant come and go cases that had him gone for the majority of the last several months, he deserved this. Jacques craned his neck back, eyes staring at the ceiling before slowly closing shut. His body hadn't felt rest like this in a long time. It was nice.

[Kelly Evans]

Another day, another dollar. That was the muggle saying, and though Kelly didn't work as hard as she did for money, she could appreciate the sentiment. It was late, and Follett Towers was dark, so she crept quietly through the halls that led to Flat 109. She'd finally shopped, so at least there would be food available, but all Kelly really wanted right now was a hot cup of tea and her bed, sadly empty though it may be. She'd changed out of her Mediwitch robes before leaving St. Mungo's, so she was dressed simply in blue jeans and a faded Gryffindor sweater against the night-time chill, her dark hair loose around her face, having brushed the knots out when she'd gotten changed. Summer it may be, but as soon as the sun went away, the cool air crept back.

Kelly turned the key in the lock in the front door and pushed it open with her hip, surprised that there was a light burning. She definitely hadn't left that on before she'd gone to work, right? She shrugged. Perhaps Kat had dropped in to pretend that she still lived there. She dropped the keys and her wand on the hall table beside the coat rack and only then did she catch sight of the bags that had been left there. Bags that looked very familiar to her, and not like Kat's at all. Her heart started to race a little, and once she'd kicked off her shoes moved quickly into the living room. The living room was dim, with the light glowing behind her, but as her eyes adjusted she could make out a very familiar figure sprawled out on the couch, and she smiled widely, her eyes bright. She paused to drink in his profile, frowning slightly at the dark rings around his eyes and the fine lines around his mouth. He looked thinner, too, though she wouldn't be one to chastise someone for working too hard. His eyes were closed, and she wasn't sure if he was sleeping, and though she didn't want to wake or startle him, her first instincts were to do just that, to greet him with kisses and exclamations.

Not one to be predictable, Kelly gently took the glass of water that Jacques had gripped in his hand and placed it on the table in front of them. Sitting down on the couch, Kelly curled up beside him, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and gripping his hand in hers. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The past few months had been very long and very lonely indeed, and all the other thoughts that had been plaguing her mind were vanquished as she settled in. She pressed her lips gently to his jawbone and silently willed him to wake up, so she could look in his eyes and know he had come back to her. Even if he didn't, Kelly thought she could happily sit here just like this for hours.