After Work
Rusty Ryan x fem!reader
tw:n/a, fluff, light kissing, sweet stuff, erm….i dunno guys this kinda just fluff!! maybe some light suggestive stuff.
the other half of Rusty’s bed was cold. missing the warmth of a woman. the warmth of you. he’d just gotten back from the mission in Europe, escaping death from Terry Benedict again. in the end, everything had worked out. even with the unexpected hiccup of getting arrested. even with the need for Tess to get involved. even with Linus’s mother bailing them out of the Italian prison. so he got off the plane from Europe. boarded it to New York. took a layover in Colorado. landed in California. flew to Anaheim. and down the many streets until he reached your shared home. you’d bought it together, well, Rusty bought it, but it was a group effort to make it home. after Rusty’s first big gig (that came with and even bigger paycheck) he’d decided that you needed a place to call home. so home became the house nestled into Anaheim. you decorated each inch of it, every corner bore your blood sweat and tears. Rusty was happy to just be along for the ride, basking in the glow of your smile as you hung some decoration or organized some furniture.
but now it was empty when he came in. you must be at work still. your little job, something you were passionate about, you could work as many or as little hours as you wanted, the income you did make supplemental to Rusty’s. his keys eat the counter with a little jangle as he took off his jacket and hung it on a little rung by the door. the leather of his shoes scraped as he kicked them off haphazardly. as Rusty walked to the living room, the inhale he took eased the tension in his shoulders, breathing int the soft scent of everything. it smelled wonderfully like you. Rusty shucked off his button up and pants, discarding them on the arm of the couch. as he sat alone, his heart panged. Rusty missed you, missed everything about you. his toes rubbed into the soft rug under his feet, and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop tears from falling. why’d he feel so helpless? Like he was weighed down with everything, even though there was nothing to worry about, nothing to steal, nothing to do. so why did Rusty Ryan want to break down and cry? with a sigh, he stood, slowly walking into the bedroom you shared. the bathroom light was on, and Rusty walked in, eyes scanning the room. they landed on the shower, all your little products in a row. your hair plastered to the wall in some spots. his hand reached for the bottle of shampoo he’d seen you use all the time. the cap popped open and he brought the bottle to his nose, inhaling the scent. it was a little too chemical, not mixed in with the natural musk of your hair and body. still, it was better then nothing, and Rusty grunted softly, looking forward to the time when he’ll get to have you next to him, steam filling the room as he lathers the shampoo into your soft hair, wet strands tangling with his fingers. he left the bathroom, opting to curl up in the bed.
its empty without you.
Rusty lays there, running a hand over the hair you’d begged him not to cut. so he didn’t, keeping the longer strands over the buzzcut he was going to get. his eyes drooped, blinking closed. it was too cold in the bed.
until you walk in. your keys undid the lock on the door, placing your bag on the counter. your body paused when you saw Rusty’s jacket. he wasn’t supposed to be back for another week. your heart started racing. he was back. you practically sprinted to the bedroom, creeping in. there he was, splayed on his back. he only had his boxers on, legs covered by the duvet. his arms stretched out wide, chest falling softly. taking off your own clothes, you tried to strip down to your underclothes as silent as possible, slipping into bed with Rusty. tracing a hand up his chest, you let it rest on his right shoulder, pressing your body flush with his. a soft grunt. his chest turned and he jerked away at first, eyes blinking open. you smiled up at him and his eyes focused on your soft face. “hey.” he whispered. “hi Rus.” you reply. “you’re back early.” Rusty nods, wrapping an arm to get you closer. “yeah. went okay.” he said, sleep still in his voice. “that’s good.” your lips press to his jawline and he sighs, turning his nose so it’s buried in your hair. you stay like that, letting him hold you against him.
“could hold you all night long.” Rusty confessed in the night. “after work impulse, huh?” you tease, rubbing your legs against his. your thigh gets tucked into his, cradled in his presence. “something like that.” he replied lowly, teasing the skin below your ear with his teeth. “something like that.” you murmured, tangling your fingers in his.
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