A/N: So hope this is a good introduction of a certain husband you were curious about… And ooh. Got a mention of a second prompt.
Ilsa brought home a thick stack of files from work and a portable computer to lay out on the dining room table in their small, but comfortable apartment. Some investigations seemed to stretch beyond working hours, and her husband was used to simply not having her home when that happened.
She might have had justifiable cause for staying at the office.
“Ilsa,” he said softly behind her.
“Hasheni.” His name was more a statement in her mouth than hers had been in his.
“It is late.” He trailed his fingers through the thickness of her black curls as he came around to stand at her side and look her in the face. “You should rest.”
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, a greater concession that he usually gained from her. “Jarod has gone through these pay statements twice.” She straightened. “They don’t add up.”
Hasheni had always handled their own taxes and household income. Ilsa had the skill but rarely the patience for it. He leaned down and kissed her, surprising her for a moment, but he did not let her go far after. “I will look them over in the morning.”
She hesitated, then wordlessly accepted the bargain.
He did not admit relief as he tugged her toward the bedroom that it had worked.
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Homework
Ilsa brought home a thick stack of files from work and a portable computer to lay out on the dining room table in their small, but comfortable apartment. Some investigations seemed to stretch beyond working hours, and her husband was used to simply not having her home when that happened.
She might have had justifiable cause for staying at the office.
“Ilsa,” he said softly behind her.
“Hasheni.” His name was more a statement in her mouth than hers had been in his.
“It is late.” He trailed his fingers through the thickness of her black curls as he came around to stand at her side and look her in the face. “You should rest.”
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, a greater concession that he usually gained from her. “Jarod has gone through these pay statements twice.” She straightened. “They don’t add up.”
Hasheni had always handled their own taxes and household income. Ilsa had the skill but rarely the patience for it. He leaned down and kissed her, surprising her for a moment, but he did not let her go far after. “I will look them over in the morning.”
She hesitated, then wordlessly accepted the bargain.
He did not admit relief as he tugged her toward the bedroom that it had worked.