FIC: Welcome Home
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cloudy_ficTitle: Welcome Home
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Archer/Reed
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual talk
Summary: Malcolm returns home after a trip to his sister's.
Author's Notes: Ignores canon factoids, mostly. Also, incredibly sappy. I mean really pointless fluff.
Commander Malcolm Reed shifted his daughter, Moira, from one hip to
the other and entered the lock code into his front door. The movement
woke the ten month old, who yawned sleepily. Malcolm smiled at her
and bounced his hip slightly, earning a gurgling smile from the little
girl.
"You're so tired, aren't you, my love? We're home now," he
whispered. Her eyelids drooped at the sound of his voice and it
wasn't long before she was asleep again, her head falling forward onto
his shoulder. He stepped through the open door carefully and set his
bag on the floor. The house was dark, not a surprise considering the
late hour. Malcolm made his way instinctively towards the light
controls and turned them on. Bright light flooded the room, nearly
blinding him.
He groaned and silently cursed himself. He hadn't meant to turn on
the highest setting. The sudden illumination reawakened Moira and
this time she wasn't nearly as calm about it. Malcolm braced himself
for the inevitable wailing. He couldn't blame her. They'd been
traveling all night long and though it was on a comfortable private
shuttle, it was still a lot for an infant.
He lowered the lights a few settings, while at the same time rocking
Moira gently and murmuring soothing nonsense words in her ear.
Footsteps echoed along the hallway that led to the kitchen. A moment
later, a very welcome sight greeted Malcolm's eyes.
"Malcolm? What are you doing?" Admiral Jonathan Archer walked into
the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He looked positively
adorable, dressed only in a pair of striped pajama pants, his hair
sticking out at odd angles. Malcolm had only been gone for four days,
but he'd missed Jon powerfully.
"Walking in noisily, what are you doing?" He smiled tiredly at the
other man. This was the first moment since setting off on his journey
that leaving early from his sister's home seemed as good an idea as it
did when he'd first had it.
Chuckling, Jon walked over to his lover and his daughter. "I can see
that," he said, taking Moira from Malcolm's arms and planting a kiss
on his lips. "I meant, what are you doing here now? You weren't
supposed to leave until tomorrow."
Moira's crying trailed off as she reacquainted herself with Jon's
shoulder. Malcolm put an arm around the other man, leaning into him.
Jon pulled him closer with his free arm and Malcolm nuzzled his face
into Jon's other shoulder. Like father, like daughter, he thought,
smiling against his lover.
"Moira missed you," he mumbled. "She insisted on coming home early."
Malcolm felt laughter rumble deep in Jon's chest. "Well, thank you,
Moira," he said to his daughter. "I missed you, too." He rubbed a
hand down Malcolm's back. "And I missed you as well, Commander," he
added. Malcolm looked up at Jon, intending to tell him how he just
couldn't wait another day to be home, but he didn't get the chance.
Soft, familiar lips met his and Malcolm melted into the kiss, reveling
in being near the two most important people in his life. It was like
a cocoon, a warm circle that nothing could ever break. Malcolm had
never felt safer or more loved in his life and he never wanted the
feeling to end.
Suddenly Moira sighed heavily and Jon and Malcolm's kiss ended in
laughter.
"I think it's about time to put this child in an actual bed," Malcolm
said. "She slept alright on the shuttle, but it was a bit bumpy here
and there."
"I'll take her. You go on to bed."
Malcolm nodded, pulling reluctantly away from Jon's arms to gather up
the bag. He leaned over to drop a kiss on Moira's head.
"Good night, angel. I love you." Moira responded with a giant yawn.
Jon smiled at her. "She's really good at that. So talented at so
young an age."
Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Just put the child in bed, Jon. We'll
discuss her prodigy chances later."
Jon pecked him on the lips again and led the way out of the kitchen
and up the stairs. Malcolm followed him wearily, keeping an eye on
his own feet so he wouldn't stumble and thinking longingly of the
large bed that awaited him in their bedroom. Maddie had provided him
with very nice sleeping arrangements, but he'd missed the unique Jon-
smell that always seemed to linger in his own bed. He heard Jon
whispering something unintelligible to Moira and looked up. He was
rewarded for his effort by the sight of Jon's delectable bare back and
rounded bum. It was so good to be home.
They walked into the bedroom, Jon continuing on to the connecting room
where Moira slept and Malcolm stopping to flop onto the bed. He knew
he'd have to get up soon to change out of his traveling clothes, but
for now, he allowed himself a moment to relax and soak up the heat
radiating from Jon's side of the bed. He heard Jon knocking about in
the other room, changing their daughter for bed and softly singing
some sort of nursery rhyme Malcolm had never before heard until they'd
adopted Moira. She seemed to like it though, which Jon insisted was
due to his lovely singing voice, but which Malcolm privately thought
had more to do with the silly faces that always accompanied it.
He listened for a few more moments before finally forcing himself off
the bed. He stripped down to his boxers and placed his other clothes
neatly in the hamper. Fatigue was no excuse to be messy. Sighing
contentedly, he settled onto the bed, burrowing deeply under the
covers. He'd almost dropped off to sleep when Jon finally walked out
of Moira's room. Malcolm watched him through half closed eyes as he
turned on the monitoring system that let them hear Moira in their room
and slid into the bed himself.
"How was your sister?" Jon asked, pulling Malcolm into his arms.
There were a few moments of adjusting before Malcolm found the perfect
position, his head nestled in the juncture of Jon's neck and
shoulder. He raked his fingers through Jon's chest hair, enjoying the
warmth of his bare skin. Malcolm didn't understand how Jon always
seemed so warm, but he wasn't going to complain.
"Good. She wished you could have come. How were your classes?"
Jon stroked a hand up and down Malcolm's back at a leisurely
pace. "Not bad. I think I might have been a little grumpier than I
should have been, but I didn't leave permanent scars on any of the
students."
Malcolm chuckled, sending a puff of air over Jon's chest. He noted
with some interest that it caused Jon's nipples to become erect. He
grinned. After all, it had been quite some time since they'd been
together. He gauged his level of sleepiness and decided he wasn't all
that tired. His hand continued to gently rub Jon, but he let it stray
further and further down his lover's body. Jon's breathing hitched as
he realized what Malcolm was doing.
"Malcolm..." he murmured. Malcolm lifted his head up slightly and
kissed Jon right below his ear.
"I missed you, love. So much," he breathed. Kissing along Jon's neck
was like turning a key in an old-fashioned lock, the thing that always
snapped Jon's control. He flipped Malcolm over and eased down on top
of him.
"I love you," Jon whispered. Malcolm gasped slightly as Jon pressed
his growing erection against his own.
"I love you." A mixture of desire, love and gratitude swirled through
Malcolm. He was home, his beautiful daughter lay asleep in the next
room and the most wonderful man he'd ever known was nibbling along his
jaw line. Everything was right in the world.
There was just no doubt about it. He never wanted the feeling to end.
END
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Archer/Reed
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual talk
Summary: Malcolm returns home after a trip to his sister's.
Author's Notes: Ignores canon factoids, mostly. Also, incredibly sappy. I mean really pointless fluff.
Commander Malcolm Reed shifted his daughter, Moira, from one hip to
the other and entered the lock code into his front door. The movement
woke the ten month old, who yawned sleepily. Malcolm smiled at her
and bounced his hip slightly, earning a gurgling smile from the little
girl.
"You're so tired, aren't you, my love? We're home now," he
whispered. Her eyelids drooped at the sound of his voice and it
wasn't long before she was asleep again, her head falling forward onto
his shoulder. He stepped through the open door carefully and set his
bag on the floor. The house was dark, not a surprise considering the
late hour. Malcolm made his way instinctively towards the light
controls and turned them on. Bright light flooded the room, nearly
blinding him.
He groaned and silently cursed himself. He hadn't meant to turn on
the highest setting. The sudden illumination reawakened Moira and
this time she wasn't nearly as calm about it. Malcolm braced himself
for the inevitable wailing. He couldn't blame her. They'd been
traveling all night long and though it was on a comfortable private
shuttle, it was still a lot for an infant.
He lowered the lights a few settings, while at the same time rocking
Moira gently and murmuring soothing nonsense words in her ear.
Footsteps echoed along the hallway that led to the kitchen. A moment
later, a very welcome sight greeted Malcolm's eyes.
"Malcolm? What are you doing?" Admiral Jonathan Archer walked into
the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He looked positively
adorable, dressed only in a pair of striped pajama pants, his hair
sticking out at odd angles. Malcolm had only been gone for four days,
but he'd missed Jon powerfully.
"Walking in noisily, what are you doing?" He smiled tiredly at the
other man. This was the first moment since setting off on his journey
that leaving early from his sister's home seemed as good an idea as it
did when he'd first had it.
Chuckling, Jon walked over to his lover and his daughter. "I can see
that," he said, taking Moira from Malcolm's arms and planting a kiss
on his lips. "I meant, what are you doing here now? You weren't
supposed to leave until tomorrow."
Moira's crying trailed off as she reacquainted herself with Jon's
shoulder. Malcolm put an arm around the other man, leaning into him.
Jon pulled him closer with his free arm and Malcolm nuzzled his face
into Jon's other shoulder. Like father, like daughter, he thought,
smiling against his lover.
"Moira missed you," he mumbled. "She insisted on coming home early."
Malcolm felt laughter rumble deep in Jon's chest. "Well, thank you,
Moira," he said to his daughter. "I missed you, too." He rubbed a
hand down Malcolm's back. "And I missed you as well, Commander," he
added. Malcolm looked up at Jon, intending to tell him how he just
couldn't wait another day to be home, but he didn't get the chance.
Soft, familiar lips met his and Malcolm melted into the kiss, reveling
in being near the two most important people in his life. It was like
a cocoon, a warm circle that nothing could ever break. Malcolm had
never felt safer or more loved in his life and he never wanted the
feeling to end.
Suddenly Moira sighed heavily and Jon and Malcolm's kiss ended in
laughter.
"I think it's about time to put this child in an actual bed," Malcolm
said. "She slept alright on the shuttle, but it was a bit bumpy here
and there."
"I'll take her. You go on to bed."
Malcolm nodded, pulling reluctantly away from Jon's arms to gather up
the bag. He leaned over to drop a kiss on Moira's head.
"Good night, angel. I love you." Moira responded with a giant yawn.
Jon smiled at her. "She's really good at that. So talented at so
young an age."
Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Just put the child in bed, Jon. We'll
discuss her prodigy chances later."
Jon pecked him on the lips again and led the way out of the kitchen
and up the stairs. Malcolm followed him wearily, keeping an eye on
his own feet so he wouldn't stumble and thinking longingly of the
large bed that awaited him in their bedroom. Maddie had provided him
with very nice sleeping arrangements, but he'd missed the unique Jon-
smell that always seemed to linger in his own bed. He heard Jon
whispering something unintelligible to Moira and looked up. He was
rewarded for his effort by the sight of Jon's delectable bare back and
rounded bum. It was so good to be home.
They walked into the bedroom, Jon continuing on to the connecting room
where Moira slept and Malcolm stopping to flop onto the bed. He knew
he'd have to get up soon to change out of his traveling clothes, but
for now, he allowed himself a moment to relax and soak up the heat
radiating from Jon's side of the bed. He heard Jon knocking about in
the other room, changing their daughter for bed and softly singing
some sort of nursery rhyme Malcolm had never before heard until they'd
adopted Moira. She seemed to like it though, which Jon insisted was
due to his lovely singing voice, but which Malcolm privately thought
had more to do with the silly faces that always accompanied it.
He listened for a few more moments before finally forcing himself off
the bed. He stripped down to his boxers and placed his other clothes
neatly in the hamper. Fatigue was no excuse to be messy. Sighing
contentedly, he settled onto the bed, burrowing deeply under the
covers. He'd almost dropped off to sleep when Jon finally walked out
of Moira's room. Malcolm watched him through half closed eyes as he
turned on the monitoring system that let them hear Moira in their room
and slid into the bed himself.
"How was your sister?" Jon asked, pulling Malcolm into his arms.
There were a few moments of adjusting before Malcolm found the perfect
position, his head nestled in the juncture of Jon's neck and
shoulder. He raked his fingers through Jon's chest hair, enjoying the
warmth of his bare skin. Malcolm didn't understand how Jon always
seemed so warm, but he wasn't going to complain.
"Good. She wished you could have come. How were your classes?"
Jon stroked a hand up and down Malcolm's back at a leisurely
pace. "Not bad. I think I might have been a little grumpier than I
should have been, but I didn't leave permanent scars on any of the
students."
Malcolm chuckled, sending a puff of air over Jon's chest. He noted
with some interest that it caused Jon's nipples to become erect. He
grinned. After all, it had been quite some time since they'd been
together. He gauged his level of sleepiness and decided he wasn't all
that tired. His hand continued to gently rub Jon, but he let it stray
further and further down his lover's body. Jon's breathing hitched as
he realized what Malcolm was doing.
"Malcolm..." he murmured. Malcolm lifted his head up slightly and
kissed Jon right below his ear.
"I missed you, love. So much," he breathed. Kissing along Jon's neck
was like turning a key in an old-fashioned lock, the thing that always
snapped Jon's control. He flipped Malcolm over and eased down on top
of him.
"I love you," Jon whispered. Malcolm gasped slightly as Jon pressed
his growing erection against his own.
"I love you." A mixture of desire, love and gratitude swirled through
Malcolm. He was home, his beautiful daughter lay asleep in the next
room and the most wonderful man he'd ever known was nibbling along his
jaw line. Everything was right in the world.
There was just no doubt about it. He never wanted the feeling to end.
END
