#hope you didn’t mind the usage of dearest i have the habit of doing it

[fictional-other]

after a long day of work, having your f/o walk into the room with a tired expression wasn’t surprising, hearing them grumble about their day at work always came along with it too.

looking up at them from your place from the single couch, you stand up and point to your original place, indicating that you want them to sit down.

they sit down as you walk behind the couch and begin to comb your fingers through their hair. they instantly relax at your touch and it was decided then that you wanted to give them a massage. moving your hands down, down, down till you reach inbetween their shoulders and apply pressure to where it seems to be needed.

“this is just what i needed,” they murmured while you are going around and seeing where else they need to relax after being so tense all day.

after about 10 minutes, you are sitting on the sofa arm, facing away from them so your legs dangle from the side, and slowly rotating their wrist, while pressing into their palm,

“thank you, my dearest,” you turn to face them while they’re looking at you with tired eyes.

“sleep well,” getting up from your place, giving them a forehead kiss and laying a blanket over them.