Harry Potter One Shots

Canyon Moon // g.w.

summary / in which george comes home to his loving wife and daughter.

word count / 1.8k

warnings / food. pure, teeth rotting fluff.

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You felt soft lips press to your cheek and the flutter of eyelashes on your temple. You had curled up on your couch for the night, and this display of affection was quite nice to wake up to. As slumber still flowed through your veins, you didn't have the consciousness to recognize that it was your husband who had returned from a two week long business trip. But as his low voice carried through your dimly lit living room, you were quickly awoken and sprung into his arms.

"Hello, angel." George chuckled as he hugged you tightly.

You squeezed your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. As your eyes adjusted to your surroundings you slowly gained your consciousness back from your deep sleep. You had put your daughter to bed a few hours prior and fallen asleep on the couch awaiting George's return.

You snuggled closely to him, inhaling his fresh scent that had gone dull in the many tee shirts of his you had worn over the two week period in his absence. George felt his heart swell with your enthusiasm, the late night phone calls and photos being sent back and forth weren't anywhere near the real thing.

As you pulled back to sit in his lap on the floor beside your couch, you kissed him passionately. You sighed against him as your senses were flooded with the touch and feel of your husband in your arms. George smiled against your lips, breaking your kiss.

"I missed you." You mumbled.

George pecked your lips, once, twice, "I missed you, my love."

You snuggled close to him again, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before you buried your head in the crook of his neck. The two of you sat like that for a few moments, basking in each other's embrace after so long apart.

"How are you?" George sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Your fingertips traced over the collar of his shirt as your hands rested on his chest, eyes closing momentarily to listen to the steady heartbeat of the man before you.

""M alright," You kissed his neck, "Better now."

George hummed in response. It was the most pleasant and content you had felt in weeks, sitting in his arms allowed you to be vulnerable, a space where you could truly sit in how much you had missed him instead of busying yourself with tasks as to not let yourself dwell. George knew this, he knew every time you were away for work he felt the same way.

George sat still and comfortable with you in his arms, humming the tune to an old song you once danced to back when you were younger. He let you bask in the feeling of comfort, rubbing your back and pressing slow, longing kisses to every part of you he could reach. As his hand lifted to brush through the ends of your hair, you heard the patter of little feet on the wooden flooring of your home.

Both you and George looked up at the sound, seeing the silhouette of your four year old daughter, Sophia, in her pajamas, rubbing her tired eyes as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom.

"Daddy?" She showed a toothy grin as she saw the familiar brown eyes of her father and rushed over to the both of you.

"Hey there, sunshine." George picked her up as she reached the two of you and settled her in his lap beside you.

She clung to her father, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck as wispy, ginger locks crowned her head messily. Your heart warmed as you watched them reunite, George turned to look at you as tears pooled in his eyes. A snort of laughter left your lips, watching how easily your daughter had him wrapped around her little finger.