"I'm ho-ome…"
The house is empty, dark, and warm; Daphne drops her bag on the table in the hallway, sheds her coat, hangs it up next to Fred's where the sleeves brush companionably. Her high heels are kicked onto the shoe rack, her tights are yanked off, and she pads barefoot through into the bedroom to get her fluffy socks and comfy clothes to curl up in front of the telly with.
"Fred?" She turns the lights on in the living room as she dumps the tights on her bed and reaches for her fluffy socks. "Freddy? Where are you?" The van's outside. He might have gone to the corner shop, but he'd have locked the door, surely? "Where are you?"
Still no answer. She tugs her top on, folds her arms, and sighs. "Fred, if you're winding me up-!"
A slosh, grunt and gasp from the bathroom, and she strides over to the door and yanks it open to the sight of a half-asleep Fred in a rosepetal-strewn bath, candles around his head, fluffy and freshly-laundered towels on the rack and Daphne's favourite jasmine bath oil still open on the side.
She stands there, laughter bubbling up inside her. "Hello, Freddy. Having fun?"
"Daph!... Erk." He tries to sit up, slides backwards, and ends up causing a tidal wave. Daphne smirks. "Erm. Hi." This time, swimming up, he just about braces himself on the edges of the bath, holding a hand out towards her. "I, uh, drew you a bath, and, uh."
"And fell asleep in it. I saw." She has no hesitation in shedding her comfy clothing and those fluffy socks, watching his Adam's apple as he swallows hard at the sight of her. "I guess chasing monsters brings out the feminine side in you, huh?"
"And catching your long-suffering partner in the bath brings out the evil side in you." Fred tugs her down until she gives in and steps into the bath, settles herself comfortably. "Say, you don't know what they did with the Church Banshee's costume, do you? I could hang it up in the bedroom when it's dark, kinda forget to tell you-"
"You're a jerk, Freddy Jones."
"And you're a danger-prone diva." He kisses her neck, tender and caring. "Are we even?"
"Mhmm… keep doing that, maybe."
Freddy chuckles, rich and throaty, behind her. "As you say, Madame Blake."
And at that moment, the phone rings, and they cause a second tidal wave in their rush to get it, leaving rosepetals strewn like confetti over the bathroom floor in their hurry to save another town from a ghoulish hooligan.