firefighter!abby ???? 🥵
firefighter! abby who omg…works random, odd hours so she’s always coming in at 2am, or 4, smelling like smoke and sweat and soot. she could pass out right there in the door way — or snuggle up against you in bed, boots and all. but the desire to be clean is stronger than her desire to sleep, and besides, there’s still a hum of adrenaline flooding through her veins.
“abs?” you whisper, and your girlfriend plants a soft kiss to your forehead, breathing, “it’s me baby, go back to sleep.”
(even if she knows you don’t really sleep when it’s a night like this. just slip in and out of conciousness, waiting for her return. abby hates it. but there’s a deep seated part of her that loves it.)
she showers the day off of her, uses some of your coconut shampoo and mint body cream — knows you won’t mind, like it when she smells like you — and slips into the pair of crisp pjs that you’d left out for her.
living with firefighter! abby — being with her, has to be about all the little things. with such hectic schedules, the love is in the coffee in the morning. filling up the water cooler for your next brew. making lunch if you’re making it for yourself, leaving a towel out for you, and its snuggling up behind you in bed, whispering a good night baby, into the shell of your ear — even if she knows you’re fast asleep. Able to do it, now that you know she’s home.