After a miserable week of work, interviews, reports, and all of the fun stuff Iris liked to call her job; she could finally hop on a plane home. She spent the majority of the flight anxiously bouncing in her seat.

When the plane landed, she took her phone off of airplane mode and was immediately flooded with notifications, one from Ashton stuck out, asking if she liked fish fingers. She smiled and typed out an "of course :)" in text.

She also looked through a few of her twitter notifications, wondering why she had a lot more activity than usual. Iris did spend the most of the week interviewing bands and artists so unless they tweeted about the interview, she shouldn't have been receiving half as many mentions as she was getting. She didn't have time to look too deep into anything before she had to grab her luggage and make her way down the aisle and off the plane.

Immediately out of the gate, she saw Ashton standing off to the side, probably matching a smile as wide as hers. She dragged her luggage with her as she quickly ran into a hug.

Ashton was going to tell her that he missed her but before he could even speak, Iris' lips were already on his. He let out a little giggle that caught her by surprise.

She pulled back from his face and looked him up and down, admiring his whole 'woke up five minutes ago and couldn't be bothered to style anything but the hair' look. "You're cute," she said, running a hand through his hair, "and I'm hungry."

"I have food at my place," he chuckled, "unless you want to head back to yours and get settled back in." He took his phone out of his back pocket to check the time. Iris smiled when she noticed his lock screen wallpaper, the night they were kissing in front of a sunset and never wanting to let go of one another.

Iris shook her head, "I don't mind going back to your place, as long as you don't mind me smelling like an airport."

Ashton picked up her luggage, despite her small protests. He slung her backpack over his shoulder and took her hand in his. "I don't mind anything. If you'd like, you can take a shower when we get to my house. While you do that I can also make dinner."

"Fish fingers," Iris stated, recalling back to the text she got earlier, "can't wait."

***

     "You can leave your bags on my bed," Ashton said as he locked the front door behind him. "My room is down the hall with a bathroom. I'll go get you a towel and get started on dinner."

Iris nodded and tried to navigate her way through Ashtons simple directions. Eventually leading her to be standing beside the shower with a puzzled look. She waited a while before Ashton came in with a towel.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Uh- I don't know how to turn on the water." Iris smiled sheepishly.

Ashton set the towel down on the counter and went over to her. He pushed in the handle and turned it, water soon following out of the shower head. He looked over to Iris who already let her hair down and was taking off her pants. "If you need anything, you can just yell out my name," he said, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor or to the wall.

"Ash?"

"Yeah babe," Ashton said, still managing to look away.

"Do you wanna join me?" She asked.

Ashton now started to give up and looked at her. His whole body felt the urge to go and make out with her as she wore no clothes, but the gentleman in him kept himself frozen in place. "Do you want me to join you?" He asked,

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't." And that was enough to make the gentleman go to rest. He went over and smashed his lips against her. She unbuttoned his jeans as he took off his shirt. "You're hot," was all Iris said when they took a moment to get in the shower.

Ashton scoffed, "an honor coming from the most beautiful woman—" and Iris put her lips back on his.

They spent more time making out than actually showering, but that didn't bother them. All that mattered in that moment was each other.