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A week later, you came back to your home; in a condition which closely resembled something more of a wreck than a home.

He left mountains of dishes in the sink, boxes of cereal and food were scattered about, and judging by the scent of coffee in the air, the coffee pot seemed like it was on 24/7.

Walking about in your house in disbelief, you looked around to find your clothes scattered about, coffee stained mugs rolling on the floor and empty bottles of beer littered every surface of your once sweet home.

With a sigh, you walked upstairs to your bed room. Only to find the worst mess of the entire household in some kind of tornado in your room.

And there he was. In your bed, blankets, pillows and your shirts made into some kind of nest he burried himself in.

Who? You ask?

Christian Brutal Sniper, that's who.

You gave another sigh and tossed your bag onto your sleeping boyfriend, waking him with a start.

"I'm back you butthead"

CBS opened a bloodshot eye and glared at you.

"Why are ya so bloody late?"

"I'm not late you idiot, I came back just as I sai-"

You were cut off when your giant of a boyfriend held you into his embrace and tossed himself onto your bed, tangling his legs with yours.

He took a deep breath and smelled your hair, burrying himself into the crook of your neck.

"Heh, missed me much?"

CBS growled in reply, his arms held you tightly.

You gave a deep breath, and looked around your surroundings, and saw what seemed to be half of your wardrobe now scattered all over the room.

With a look of amusement, you stroked Christian's hair.

"Babe? Why are all my clothes all over the house?"

Christian didn't even bother to open his eyes. With a groggy voice, he gave a lazy reply.

"They smell like ya"

"Pffffffft..!!!"

You couldn't help it. He's so much like some kind of home sick puppy!

Slowly untangling yourself from him, you got up much to Christian's dismay; slowly heading out of your room.

"Where ya goin'?"

"Taking a shower"

"Oi'm comin' with y-"

You cut him off by shoving his face away and quickly left the room with your pajamas and undergarments.

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The moment you got out of the bathroom you were smothered by your homidical psycho boyfriend. His kisses planted all over your face as he held you from behind.

"Oh my gosh! Christian, let me go!"

"Naw"

You gave a mewl of annoyance, much to Christian's joy. He carried you off to the living room where he made another nest out of your blankets and clothes.

Pinning you down, he continued to kiss you, rubbing his face against your cheek, earning some giggles from you.

"Christian~! Stop!!"

He gave a low raspy laugh as he started nibbling the back of your neck.

After a while, both of you became quite tired, and now slumped against your chest, you stroked your boyfriend's dark hair, making Christian give a growl of content.

"My what a mess you made here"

"Ya know how upset Oi get when ya ain' here"

"Yeah, but jeeze you really did a number on my house"

"Oi'll clean it up lateh, just.."

Christian held you close.

"Just stay.."

You gave a lazy grin as you looked down at his dark face, enjoying his company greatly.

Just being back from your week long conference from your job had you quite exhausted. Something CBS didn't fail to notice.

Seeing the dark circles under your eyes, he laid you down in the nest, and propped a pillow under your chin.

He then proceeded to give you a massage, head to toe. You gave a contented relaxed groan as he tended to your sore parts.

"How was tha conference?"

"Aside from being pointless and tiring? Pretty good. At least the hotel was really good"

Christian chuckled.

"Oi told ya to just quit yer job, ya know Oi make a decent amount of cash"

"Yeah, by butchering half the poplulation in our town and bootlegging"

"You make it sound loike a bad thing"

You both laughed out loud. Slowly getting up, you nuzzled your nose against Christian's.

"I'm getting hungry. Let's order some (favorite/food)"

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Soon you and CBS got your food and slumped against the sofa in the living room, watching your favorite shows on the television while munching away.

Both of you laughed and lazily enjoyed each other's companies. You could already feel yourself starting to wash away your tired mood.

Christian would sneak in a kiss every now and then as you watched the show. You giggled at how the deadly assassin was no more than a playful puppy in your presense.

Soon after your meal, CBS grabbed a pot of coffee and poured some for both of you, fixing yours just the way you liked it before plopping down.

Handing you your cup of coffee, he gave a lazy grin.

"Here sheila, just tha way ya loike it"

You beamed up at him, and with a word of thanks, you inhaled the sweet scent of coffee.

He sat back down on the sofa, and putting his arm around you, you gave a sigh of content as you leaned into him, both of you zoning out while the television buzzed on with a random toothbrush commercial.

"I feel better alrea-"

Just then, your cellphone started ringing.

You hastily picked it up, Christian glaring at the phone for ruining the moment.

"Hello? Yes? Mr. Smith??"

Christian and you exchanged glances. It was your boss!

"Uh.. no, I'm not in charge of the file sir, Nancy was.."

Hearing some yelling on the other end, Christian started growling.

"No sir I-"

With that, Christian took the phone from you and took the batteries out and threw your cellphone onto a pile of clothes.

You looked up at your boyfriend.

"...Christian..?"

"Wot"

"What if-"

"Your boss is found in three pieces when ys get ta work? Oi loike the way ya think sheila!"

You laughed, slapping his shoulders as he gave a dark chuckle.

"Nah but seriously dahlin' Oi'll make sure he won't harm ya, let's just take a break today"

You gave a contented sigh, and snuggled into your boyfriend.

"Oh what would I do without you Christian?"