Nightly Rituals
She stirred when he knelt in the bed. Being a Detective, she had a very light sleep but she'd become used to him, to their nightly ritual and she looks forward to it. She likes how he takes care of her when she is half conscious and too tired to even take off her clothes. So she lets him, because he loves her, and she loves him, and because they can't sleep very well without the other anymore.
He takes her shirt off, trying not to move her too much, he slides his hands trough the openings and she's left bare chested. He can't help but stare for a few seconds, he always marvels at his luck, he must have done something very right to be able to have her now.
He takes off his shirt and boxers and scoots next to her, spooning her from behind and reaches over to the nightstand where she keeps the lube. He's already half hard just by being next to her, that's what she always does to him and she's not even awake.
Carefully, he slides the boxers she's wearing to just below her knees, he loves to see her half naked, with something of his on her. He strokes himself, lathering his shaft with the lube and puts it back before lifting her right leg to drive himself slowly into her ass. Her only movement is to push back into him and grab his hand. He knows what she wants, it's their routine whenever she goes to bed before him, and even when they go together.
He guides his hand to her left breast and holds it, scooting closer so he can sneak his hand behind her neck. She rests her head on his hand and wiggles her ass, feels him filling her even more as he grows harder but this isn't about sex, it's about comfort and trust and connections. He squeezes her to him, she turns her head to kiss his arm and they both fall asleep like they have countless times before.
She awakes sometime before dawn with the need to go to the bathroom. He's soft now but still inside her, so she moves him out of her trying not to wake him but she knows it's useless, they're too attuned to each other. He opens his eyes, gives her a sleepy smile and closes them again but she knows he won't go back to sleep until she comes back.
When she does, she throws the boxers and lays on her side, facing him. They have to always have a connection so she places her leg over his and glides him into her warmth, filling her again. He envelops her in his arms and turns to lay on his back taking her with him so she's all over him now. Legs at each side of him, chests pressing together and her head on his shoulder.
He pushes his index finger into her mouth and she nibbles on it, leaving it very wet. He parts her cheeks and thrusts it into her opening, eliciting a sigh from her and a thrust of her own to get him closer. She feels him throb inside of her, but this isn't about sex, it's about them and their need for each other. And so they fall asleep again like they will countless times after that.