She's about to pull the hem of her favored black shirt down over her midriff when a set of arms snakes around her waist and makes the aforementioned activity rather difficult.
"I don't remember giving you a key," she grits, miffed by the liberties he's taken, but not quite enough to reach for the pistol on the sidebar. Or push him out of her way.
"Had one made," Roy drawls against the side of her neck. He hasn't shaved, and smiles at her shiver when his stubble abrades the hinge of her jaw. "Figured it'd be easier than waiting for you to let me in all the time."
"That was one night."
"It was twenty-three degrees outside."
"I'd gone two full days without sleep."
"It was snowing."
"And I was off-duty—"
"Extreme wind chill."
"—for the first time in over a month. Forgive me for not jumping to attention the second the doorbell rang."
"…It's still easier."
"You are insufferable."
"But you wouldn't have me any other way."
She turns in his arms and kisses the smug smile off his face. "Wouldn't I?"