closed] [pulling your puzzles apart

[sasspot]

Noah and Sarah head back to their loft after the night at the bar where they see friends (and not so friends), and Sarah heals him from the fight he'd gotten into earlier in the night, and they dance and talk about a future they can both see, and have incredible sex in the bathroom. It's already been a fantastic night in Noah's opinion, but there's always something special about coming home.

It's what the loft is to him now.

It's home.

He can't remember the last time he felt like he had a home. Maybe when he was really little.

He unlocks the door, holding the door open for him as he reaches for her hand to lead her inside, with that smirky, self satisfied look on his face. There's the feeling of the pick against his chest, and it still fills him with indescribable warmth.

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[revenant]

Her heels in hand, Sarah steps inside and immediately shrugs out of her jacket. Not even her run-in with Faye could spoil the evening, that's how good of an evening it was. The second she's in the loft, it really does feel like home. It didn't feel that way until him.

"What?" she asks, soft and demanding - somehow both in one.

The door is closed behind them, and Sarah turns in place, reaching for him with her arms. A curious little expression has set into her features, and it's not without font amusement. She tugs him in closer, her smile widening at the sight of his mussed up hair. "You've got that face."

It's a self-satisfied face, but it's something else, too. There's something on his mind.