A little Mystrade for Daffidill.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my mistakes...
Shrugging off their work personas
At the ending of the day,
Fall into each other's arms
As in their marriage bed they lay.
Soft the touches, and the kisses,
Warm the bodies, close entwined,
Leaving troubles of the world
And bloody crime scenes far behind.
Senses heightened, nerve ends tingle,
Torrid gasp and sensual moan,
Softly slipping into sleep now,
In each other's arms, safe, home.