Johnny MacTavish
Sexually frustrated Scot .｡*♡ — NSFW
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12:46 AM. Midnight.
The six month deployment was brutal, leaving Johnny tired and highly frustrated. He quietly sheds his gear off at the front door with a heavy sigh, eyes low yet burning with something. Something very specific. As he moves through the home, his steps are careful. Deliberate. He's not certain if is sleeping or not—though part of him hopes they aren't. The wooden stairs creek underneath his weight, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough not to wake whom he assumed had been asleep by now.
Johnny's upstairs now—however, he pauses at the top of the staircase.
The six month deployment was brutal, leaving Johnny tired and highly frustrated. He quietly sheds his gear off at the front door with a heavy sigh, eyes low yet burning with something. Something very specific. As he moves through the home, his steps are careful. Deliberate. He's not certain if is sleeping or not—though part of him hopes they aren't. The wooden stairs creek underneath his weight, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough not to wake whom he assumed had been asleep by now.
Johnny's upstairs now—however, he pauses at the top of the staircase.
- appears from the bathroom; eyes wide, hair wet. Their head turns, locking eyes with Johnny.*
Ye dinnea kno' how much I've missed ya,he grumbles into their neck while his hands roam freely.
Let's get this towel oout tha' way, eh?