FTF || Overtime
Milo had been working harder than he ever really had before since the move back to Austin. Overtime had quickly become the norm and more recently he’d found himself in the office until way past midnight. Over the past few weeks he’d quickly learned of the many obstacles in between the front door and their bed that could, and would at some point or another, wake Scarlett up. From the crazy loud squeaky faucet in the bathroom, to his always excitable dog that would bark the house down if he noticed Milo’s return, there were definitely more variables in this house than there had been in their small apartment back in Ohio. Knowing how much he himself hated being woken up, he tried his best not to be a hypocrite, avoiding messing up his submissive’s sleep schedule as bad as his had been just for some company.
Tonight though, he managed to successfully make it to the bedroom without any problems, the sight of his girl all curled up in bed pulling a sigh from him as he moved over to her. This was practically uncharted territory for him and though he was sure he was supposed to be feeling some sense of accomplishment, the knowledge that he wasn’t going to get to look into those beautiful eyes of hers for hours was more disappointing than anything else. Milo was careful not to be too heavy handed as he climbed into the bed, fighting the instinct to pull her straight into his arms. This whole letting Scarlett sleep thing was far harder at this point than he’d anticipated, boredom quickly taking over as he stared at the ceiling. Maybe if he cleared his throat loud enough she’d wake up, that wouldn’t be anyone’s fault... He figured it was worth a go, loudly clearing his throat before glancing over. When he saw no obvious signs of her waking he rolled his eyes, trying again.