This was his favorite part of the day.
Long after the last report was written and form signed they were home. He was lying in the dark, listening to her taking her time in the shower before coming to bed. He knew this was part of her nightly ritual—her way of washing away the stress and daily horrors of the job. He heard the water stop and after a few minutes she entered their room wearing nothing but one of his button down shirts.
She slid between the sheets and he pulled her close to his bare chest, inhaling her softly sweet clean scent. More than anything he wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her from facing life's demons. He knew she didn't need him to protect her from the world, but knowing something didn't keep him from wanting it any less.
She pressed her lips against his and whispered a joke that only they understood. His laughter rumbled in his chest as she toyed with the waistband of his boxers and he traced the soft curves of her body under her clothing.
They'd go out again tomorrow and face the anger and hatred in the world, but until then it was just them—alone against the darkness.