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by: Kristoff On another night, he'd have been looking forward to coming home to her and playing with her for several hours. He would begin slowly and tease and torture her gradually building up to a crescendo. Then he would hold her on her way back down. But tonight he was very weary and it was late. He had no doubt she was already in bed and likely asleep. He sometimes on night like tonight, regretted giving her permission of not having to wait up for him but realizing it was unfair to her when even he did not know when he would arrive home. He thought it did not really matter but he longed to be with her. The house was as dark as it was silent. Passing the kitchen he thought about having missed dinner but it was already too close to breakfast not to wait. He went into the bathroom. He smiled at the thought of her kneeling before him, her fingers undoing his belt and his jeans falling to the floor. He hated having to undress himself, that was something she enjoyed doing for him. Tonight he undressed himself and stepped into the spray of the shower. The water felt good but she would have felt better. He stepped out and dried off and walked naked towards their bed. Sliding under the sheets he reached out and put his hand on her bare hip and though asleep, she instinctively moved back into his embrace. He felt the softness of her back against his chest and felt the rhythm of her breathing fall into his and they fell asleep and into their dreams. When he awakes, he is alone embrassing a pillow. She was lying against a stuffed animal. He let go of the pillow and rolled onto his back staring at the ceiling. She turned over and held onto her stuffed friend. Someday he'd find her she thought to herself. Someday she's be lying with him when he woke. 
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