This is just a little drabble I came up with. My characters Nal and Will reoccur for a reason, part of the reason being no other names come to mind when I want a male and female lead.

She fumbled for her keys as she approached the apartment door, juggling her bag and two other bags full of groceries. Just as she singled out the key she was looking for, the door opened from the inside. There was no doubt as to who it was, for they lived together, but a shock still went down her spine at the sight of her beloved.

"Hi," she said, a little breathless. He gave her an amused smile and took the grocery bags, which where in her stronger hand,

"Glad you're finally home," he replied, "It looks bad out there." He turned around, to head to the kitchen, and she stepped inside. The warm of the apartment told her the heater was on, and yet she shivered. He adorned a dark blue sweater, jeans, and socks, simple yet somehow dashing.

She shut the door behind her, and smiled at the familiarity of their home; while she did this, she also shed her coat and slipped off her shoes near the door.

"It is, it was starting to snow as I left the store, really cold," She said, while following him. She picked up her pace to help out away the things that belonged in the fridge, so that they didn't have a choice to spoil. He had a habit of putting away things that belonged in the cabinets first.

"Nal, my mom wants us to come down for the holidays," He said it calmly, while putting a new roll of paper towels in the wooden dispenser, "I said I'd have to agree with you first, but…" He sighed, and as he did so she closed the refrigerator door. They looked at each other, blue eyes meeting grey ones, "Mom says that Dad wants to see me."

Will's father had not spoken to him for a year and this was a subject they never really talked about. She laid a hand on his arm,

"If you don't want to go, we don't have to," he put a hand over hers and laced their fingers together.

"I know, but I'm sure you want to see your family and we wouldn't be able to see just one side, it would hurt my mother," he muttered. She didn't respond immediately, for he spoke the truth. Her little nephew, Noah, had just turned 11 months; she had not seen him since five months ago. School claimed her schedule and whenever it didn't, she worked at a bookstore not too far from where they lived.

She missed her family very much, but Will's anxiety about seeing his father was high up on her list of importances as well.

"I understand if you don't want to, I can wait-" but he silenced her, knowing better.

"We're going, love." His words were a hushed tone of decisiveness, "besides it's about time I settle things with the old man, I knew he couldn't hold that grudge forever." He smiled lightly and her worry lightened. He brought their hands to his mouth and kissed her hand in a warming way.

"I missed you," she murmured, as they ventured over to the living room to relax.

"And I missed you," His voice never ceased to weaken and strengthen her at the same time; she must've shivered because as they sat down he pulled her against him. He threw a blanket over them and rubbed her arm in a soothing pattern.

She wrapped her smaller arms around him, not only because she was slightly chilled but also just to be closer. The fuzzy warmth was relaxing and Nal utterly loved when they lay like this after a tiring day.

"Will…?" She asked, wanting to get his attention.

"Hm?" He whispered, rubbing his nose in her hair contentedly.

"I love you," She replied, but he froze, as if not expecting her to say it. But then relaxed,

"I love you, too," but then followed with, "It still takes some getting used to." Nal, upon hearing his voice say such words, snuggled into his chest affectionately. Every single time he told her, she couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again.