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Fire At Midnight	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: HI, so I wanted to write this tooth-rotting fluffy piece to prove that I am capable of writing reader inserts that I are not smut. I obviously do not own any of the real people mentioned in this story.

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The flight home was not as bad as it normally was. Robert held my hand during turbulence. I could tell by the way he squeezed my hand that it was more for his reassurance than mine.
It had been a long tour; more for him than it had been for me. The thought of being back home in our bed with him relaxed me. I smiled softly at the thought of Strider’s face when he saw us again after the months we’d been away.
When the plane finally landed, I helped him load our luggage into the car before he began making his way back to the farm. I offered to drive because it was a long drive, and he hardly slept on the plane. I didn’t want him to fall asleep while driving. He said no because he was a good driver, and that I wasn’t. I rolled my eyes and watched the countryside pass by us.
He stopped by our neighbour’s house to pick up the dog, whom they were dog sitting for us. Strider’s blue eyes lit up with joy as he bounded toward Robert, licking his face. He laughed and wrapped his arms around the collie before thanking our neighbour and leading the dog to the car. Strider jumped in through the driver’s seat before attacking my face with licks.
I laughed and pet him behind his ears. “I’ve missed you too, Strider…”
When Robert got back into the car, Strider took that as his cue to get into the backseat. He watched us both eagerly with his tongue hanging out as we drove to Jennings Farm.
When our house came into view, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It felt good to finally be home. A dreamy feeling washed over me at the thought of what it would feel like to make love to him in our own bed after all of these months. No rush to get out of our hotel room or dressing room for fear that the band’s road manager may yell at us for being late. We could just lay in bed all day, lazily getting lost in warm embraces and passionate kisses.
I could tell that Robert was feeling the same way as he pulled into the driveway. He had a content smile on his face as he parked the car. He turned to me and kissed my cheek softly. He told me to go in with Strider while he went out to the barn to feed the goats and horses; they would  be happy to see him, too.
I took Strider in and gave him his favourite dog food, which he gobbled up happily. He looked up at me with his blue eyes and a wagging tail as if begging for more. I supposed they didn’t have his favourite kind of food at the neighbour’s. I gave him another scoop and pet him behind his ears as he ate and wagged his tail.
Robert came into the house a few minutes later. I was in the kitchen with Strider. He came up behind me and gently placed his hands on my hips. I leaned back against him, pressing my back into his chest as he pressed a kiss to my neck. I closed my eyes, imagining what tenderness awaited us in the bedroom later tonight.
I wasn’t in any hurry. We had all night, and the atmosphere was a lot more content than it had been while on tour. He had had his hands all over me, randomly pinning me against walls or doors to alleviate the constant horniness he felt. I certainly never complained, but this was a much more pleasant feeling; being held by him, feeling a more emotional connection with him as we watched  Strider gobble up the food he was given.
The two of us heated up some leftovers for dinner, and we ate quietly together as Strider played with his rubber ball we brought back for him.
After dinner, Robert and I were curled in front of the fireplace. The heat of the flames combined with his warm chest as I rest my head against him pulled me into a drowse. He pressed his lips to my forehead and ran his hand through my hair.
“I’ve missed being here with you,” he whispered softly, his voice causing his chest to rumble against my ear.
“I’ve missed it too,” I mumbled drowsily. “I’ve missed Strider, too.”
Strider was asleep on the floor beside us. Robert reached over to pet him behind his ears.
I rested my head on Robert’s chest, gently trailing my fingers up his chest and up his neck. I moved back down to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal part of his chest.
I looked up at him. He looked so sexy in the dim glow of the fireplace, his golden blond curls shining while his tanned skin looked like gold. I ran my fingers down his chest again. He let out a soft sigh as I ran my hands over the light bit of chest hair. I ran my fingers down and stroked his nipple, causing him to giggle.
I sat up and gently kissed his lips. He smiled against my lips and kissed me back. He took my hand in his and pressed a small kiss to my palm. He continued to hold my hand in his, tangling our fingers together as if he were tangling together our souls. My hand felt so tiny in his.
We sat in front of the fireplace for an amount of time that seemed to be immeasurable. Robert held my hand in his, occasionally pressing a kiss to my palm. I rested my head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling like I could melt into him.
Finally, Robert sat up and I looked up at him.
“I’m going to make us some tea. You go up to the bedroom and wait for me, okay?” He leaned in, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss my lips up he instead nipped my earlobe. I felt my stomach turn into knots as my face flushed.
I got up and made my way upstairs to our bedroom. Strider followed me, plopping down in his dog bed once he got there and falling asleep almost immediately. I yawned and got undressed, slipping into bed, Robert’s scent still lingering in the sheets, even after the months we had both been away. I felt my body sink into the mattress, ready to fall into a warm sleep, when he came into the bedroom with a tray of tea.
He set the tray down on the night stand before pouring us each a cup. I sat up in bed, pulling the covers up around me. He saw that I was already undressed, and I saw a small smirk come across his lips as he handed me my cup.
I sipped the hot tea, the chamomile relaxing me. Robert disrobed and slid into bed beside me. I tried getting a glance at his body before he covered himself, but all of that vanished from my mind as he pulled me close to him, pressing us together as I felt his naked warmth from my head down to my toes. He set our cups of tea to the side so that he could kiss me passionately without spilling the tea on the sheets.
My hands reached up to run through his soft hair as he kissed me deeper, taking his time as our bodies lay lazily against each other. He murmured softly as I rubbed his scalp, his tongue slipping past my lips. I opened my mouth to welcome him.
We eventually had to pull apart for air. He sipped his tea as I clung to him, resting my head against his chest. I didn’t want to be separated from him.
I rest my head on his chest and looked up at him, lazily running my fingers through his hair as I felt his heart beat against my ear. I felt his fingertips trace patterns down my back as his breathing slowed. I closed my eyes, feeling myself sinking further into his warmth, the warm glow of the fireplace having nothing on his warm embrace. I felt his arms wrap around me and his lips touch my forehead once more before reaching over to turn the lamp off.
His arms encircled my waist as I snuggled closer to him, focusing on how warm he felt and how he smelled. I basked in the feeling of his warmth all over me, finally in the comfort of our own bed before our breathing became steady and we both sank into a warm, much-needed sleep.
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