"Sigh"
The blonde detective threw her work bag on the apartment floor. The days seem to coincide with the nights, days with the weeks, and months with the years. She loved what she did – full-fledged, but she couldn't help but to feel weary. Her eyes scanned the counter.
Wine, good.
A smile spread softly against her delicate features, feeling like a wino from the happiness of seeing a chilled bottle of liquor waiting for her. She also smelled candles in the bathroom, which meant a certain someone was waiting for her. She felt the stress melt from her as she scooped up the wine and glasses and made her way into the bathroom. The marble tiling seemed to gleam under the dimmed lights, and the candles flooded the room with a soft glow, as well as the soft aroma of eucalyptus. Her eyes landed on her partner, laughing to herself. Such a typical "Nick" move. With all the trouble with Kim, work, and every other harsh reality, she had him – and now a nice bubble bath going.
"I figured you'd be home soon."
"I didn't think you'd be here."
"Hey... We date at home, work at work. It's the agreement."
Nick whispered Spanish softly into Amanda's ear, gripping her waist as she giggled softly. She felt like an immature schoolgirl, getting her first kiss, but Nick had that effect.
"Get undressed."
Amanda cooperated, thrilled to have an intimate night catered to her. She bashfully watched as Nick took in her every move, marveling at every part of her as if he hadn't seen her in that light before. She gasped quietly as his lips found her neck, his hands trailing down her backside to rid her of her bottoms. Nick was a lot of things at times, but one thing she couldn't deny is his power as a lover. It was something she craved; it was always needed.