The pale golden sun was just rising in the sky, pushing rays of warmth through the curtain and settling themselves across the couple in the bed, reminding them that it was morning and they were to get up to face the bright Los Angeles summer day.
He rolled over, trying to block the sunlight from his eyes, trying to sink back into the oblivion of sleep, to go back to the land of dreams, where he was safe from the world he saw through the eyes of his job. But it was no good, the sunlight had forced him awake, and all he could do was obey the glare and open his eyes, rubbing the last remains of sleep away, sweeping away another night's sleep.
Slowly, his eyes came into focus on the woman laying out next to him, still asleep, her back curled into his chest, her head resting on his chest. She looked peaceful, like an angel, a halo of warm sweet summer sun highlighting her hair, which was gathered around her head in a little circle, reflecting the light so that her honey blonde coloured hair shone like a beacon in the night, calling him on, beckoning him further into her reach.
But there was no need for a beacon, he was already in her grasp, he was already intoxicated by the love he had for her, and the love she had for him.
It had been 8 months since she had moved in with him, 4 months extra since they had first started dating, and those 12 months had been so perfect, so blissful. Sure they had had their problems, what with both of them working in law enforcement having to face people who hurt people, killed them, abused people and generally put hatred and fear into the world, but they looked out for each other, and knew that their co-workers would look out for them as well, that was the whole 'brotherhood' of law enforcement, you protected fellow officers, whether they were homicide cops, CSIs, assistant coroners, traffic wardens, you looked out for each other. It was an unspoken rule about the place.
He smiled down at her, at her smiling lips and gently stroked her hair. The two of them had the whole day off, which was a blessing, as it meant that he didn't have to go and interview some person about some crime, and she didn't have to go and interrogate suspects, making them talk and closing their case.
They could (and would) just lie in bed, enjoying each others company.
She gently opened her eyes, the sensation of someone moving her hair about stirring her out of her gentle sleep.
Her eyes fell on him and she smiled slightly, closing her heavy lids again, nestling closer to him, allowing her heat to be shared with him.
She didn't need to get up; she would just lie there, content and allow him to run his hands through her hair. She liked the feeling; it was relaxing, sleep welcoming.
As Brenda fell back to sleep, he leaned closer to her and gently whispered, nuzzling her cheek slightly as he said, "Mornin' Mrs. Flynn."
She just smiled in her sleep.
She liked being called that, and he liked knowing that she was called that. He was the only one allowed to call her that. It was their secret.
He closed his eyes and feel asleep again.
The sunrays moved on, leaving the happy married couple to sleep, though pausing to light up the new wedding bands on the couples fingers, sending the vow of love they had made into the already busy Los Angeles morning.
