summary: where franklin, your boyfriend, surprises you with his return from a long work trip.
word count: 1.2k
tags: fluff, no use of y/n, clingy, touch starved, established relationship, petnames (love, babe, baby), just fluff literally.
author’s note: i adore this man. i need this man. he was such a cutie ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) seriously criminal how little content there is of him. expect more content of him from me tho. (also half asleep as i edited this, sorry for any spelling errors lmao)
You were a little bothered Franklin hadn’t called you, usually he would have called by now. He’s been out of town due to a work trip, it was sorted out last minute and with your work schedule you weren’t able to tag along with him. He would be gone for four weeks.
It’s been two weeks since he left, since then you’ve both clinged onto your phones eager to see each other through FaceTime or simply hear each other’s voices. You would text back and forth on a daily basis, meaningless conversation, just enjoying the mere words being exchanged.
You arrived from work an hour ago, you had just showered and were just starting on dinner. This was around the time Franklin called. You were feeling extra low today, missing your boyfriend a little more than usual. So you waited for him to call, anxiously stealing glances at your phone eager to pick up the phone the moment it rang.
A few minutes had passed, you were cutting up some vegetables, waiting…patiently. You try to discard the worries running through your mind, convincing yourself he was probably stuck at work. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little worried. It wasn’t like him. For the past two weeks he’s called at the same time every day. Maybe he was just tired today? No, you think, he would call anyway. He would, you know him. You were being dramatic probably so you forced yourself to focus on your hands as they prepared your meal, your eyes flickering towards your phone that you made sure to place with the screen facing up in case you for some reason missed the ringtone.
But nothing, even after 15 minutes.
You shoot him a quick message then asking if he arrived at his hotel he was staying at safely, keeping your chats opened up hoping you would at least see he was typing back. Yet nothing appeared. God, you were overreacting surely.
The sound of someone trying to open the front door of your flat startles you, your heart practically springs out of your chest. Before you can even react, the door opens, and Franklin steps inside with his suitcase. You’re heart races, more than happy to see him. There’s a cheeky grin on his face when he sees your reaction, his arms opening up the second he sees you making your way towards him. “Hey, baby,” he coos, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your head, taking in your scent. He melts into your touch, the familiar scent of your shampoo comforting him.
“You’re home,” you breathe out, relieved to see him—to have him back. Your hands are behind his neck, inching slowly up to the back of his head, your fingers entwined with his hair.
Franklin buries his face in the crook of your neck, nestling up there, tickling you slightly. “I missed you,” he whispers, kissing the smooth skin on your neck. He feels so vulnerable right now, your bodies pressed up against each other, sweet words being exchanged between each other. He pulls you closer, barely any space left between the two of you, desperation and greed taking over. He kisses up to your jaw, soft kisses being left on your skin, whispering between each peck how much he missed you, how much he longed for you, how much he’s been waiting to see you: how happy he was to have you this close to him again.
“I missed you, too.” You say with honesty. Your hands play with his hair the way you knew he liked it, tilting your head back a little to give him more access to your neck. The way he kissed you now was different from before, the kisses he left behind were so pure and slow as if he was making sure to take his time. To really enjoy the moment. You loved it, honestly.
You try to withdraw from his grasp a little—only to get a better look at him—but his grip tightens on you, not enough to hurt you but enough to show you he doesn’t want you to let go just yet. “Don’t. Not yet.” you hear him muffle into your neck. He was practically clinging onto you, not wanting to be without your touch ever again.
One of your hands continuously plays with his hair, the other rubbing softly against his back in a comforting manner. “I was worried about you,” you say then, “you didn’t call or anything.”
Now he pulls away, “I know,” he cups your jaw now, locking his deep brown eyes with yours, you nearly melt at the mere glance. “I wanted to surprise you.”
You smile, “you wanted to surprise me?”
He nods, cheeks pink now. “I thought maybe you would want to see me.” Suddenly, he’s much more shy with his words.
Your hands rest against his waist, his breath catching when you start rubbing his clothed skin with your thumb. “Maybe I did,” you pull him closer to you, his hands on the sides of your face, thumb gently rubbing your cheek.
He raises a brow, a smile on his lips. “Ah, did you?” There’s a playful demeanour between the two of you, one that is so familiar to each other. One that you both missed. Your noses brush against each other’s for a brief moment, you let out a soft giggle and Franklin loses it there his lips pressing against yours, and you welcome his kiss immediately. The kiss is soft, your lips moving in sync, your hands trailing slowly above his waist and fuck does it make him weak, the way your hands feel on him.
When you pull away, your hands move up to cup his face. “I’m glad you’re home,” you whisper with a smile, his eyes boring into yours.
He presses a kiss against your cheek but he lets his lips linger there for a moment longer. He would love to stay like this forever, your hands cupping his face, the softness of your palms against his skin, his lips against your flushed cheeks. “I missed you so much,” he says, his words clear but muffled against you. Still, you don’t miss the way his words are chocked up.
You pull him back, your hands gently on his sides again, you knew he loved being touched like that. His eyes are slightly glossy with presumably tears but he isn’t sad, a huge smile is plastered on his lips, and he genuinely seems thrilled. He is happy, that’s the thing. He’s so happy to be in your grasp, to have your lips bestowed on him merely moments ago. “You’re here now, love.”
He presses his lips against yours briefly, just to feel them again. You chase after his lips, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him towards you, and you kiss him once more, deepening the kiss this time. You were both happy to be in each other’s presence again, happy to be touched by the other—to be held. Franklin was very obviously in love with you just as you were with him.
When you pull away, he smiles at you like a lovesick idiot, murmuring an “I love you” as he pulls you in to embrace you, wanting to endure your warmth, your scent—you, altogether.
