AN: I now know at least one thing I put in this is waaaay off the mark, that said I like the way it fits with this story so, I left it as it was. Thank you for reading.

Also someone reminded me that we have like a month left *sobs quietly* so I think I'm gonna leave this open for a little bit in case I decide to add another one :D

He taps on the door with a little hesitancy, his face scrunching in anticipation of seeing her and he holds the coffee cups up in front of him like a barrier just in case she's annoyed he's here this soon.

It's not really been that long since he last visited, but when he's gone from spending almost every second with her to this...it feels like a lifetime.

He misses her so much and he needs to talk to her - probably the sanest person in his life - about the weird teen apparently living in his home, his daughters newfound love of fruit and his book tour. Everything, the crazy, the mundane and the inbetween.

He just wants to hear her voice and share her life and the coffee will have to suffice if she's not happy about his surprise arrival, because he's not going anywhere.

He taps again and the door opens slowly and he's met with a squeal he did not expect, a happy laugh and her arms up and around his shoulders, her lips smacking him on the cheek as she pulls him inside her apartment.

"What are you doing here?" She asks breathlessly, leaning back and smiling wide.

"I brought you coffee."

"It's Eleven o'clock at night." She laughs again, taking the cups from his hands and setting them down on the table, "I have to be up at five. I'm not drinking coffee now."

He pulls her in tight towards him, takes a quick sip at her lips and tastes something familiar. "Can't drink coffee, but you can drink wine?"

"I was about to take a bath." She grins, her fingers coiling in his hair and her legs sliding against his, making him notice her state of undress. She's wearing a shirt and not much of anything else, the soft grey material falling to the middle of her thighs.

She's clearly a little tipsy, a lot frantic and really really pleased to see him, her hands moving over his body like she doesn't know where to start.

"I'll bring wine next time." He grins sillily into her hair, his hands gliding over her back in deep contented sweeps.

"A bottle of the one that makes me - " She shivers, head to toe, unable to stop touching him, and oh yes he knows exactly what it makes her.

"I'll buy you a case." He promises, his lips landing on her neck, kissing a hot path past her pulse and settling behind her ear, "Just don't drink it all without me."

"Not even all alone in the tub." She teases, turning her head and catching his pout between her teeth, tugging it into her mouth. He growls and she responds, "Thinking of you, babe." She laughs loud and delighted when he startles up shocked and her mouth moves, claiming his before he can speak and tease her. She pushes him back, heading towards her bedroom.

He loses his pants somewhere just inside the door.

"How was your day?" He enquires inanely as she continues to strip him.

"Basic training." She growls, tugging the buttons of his shirt loose.

"What the hell have they been teaching you?" He yelps, her cold fingers finally finding skin - skin she likes a lot - and squeezing it pleasantly in her hands.

"You have no idea." Her hands fist in his shirt and she laughs, tugging him into the bathroom after her, surrounding them both in the plumes of billowing steam and the familiar scent of her bubble bath.

The tub right there, full and ready as if she was waiting for him, her wine glass and that wine sitting on the edge.

He tries to look stern as she pulls him into her, slamming the door behind them. "Are you gonna water-board me? Cos that is gonna seriously affect our relationship."