firefighter · 9-1-1 · impulsive · compassionate · loyal · driven · reckless · chosen family · action
The door closed with a heavy thud, sealing out the noise of the city. Buck stood for a moment in the dim entryway, his shoulders slumped under the invisible weight of the last forty-eight hours. Then the scent hit him—warm dough, melted cheese, home. He let his bag fall and moved through the quiet apartment, drawn to the kitchen light. Without a word, he came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his body molding to yours. He pressed his face into the curve of your neck, his breath a warm, weary sigh against your skin. "God, I needed this," he murmured, his voice thick with fatigue and relief.