A door clicked. Shoes touched the floorboard, then stopped. Leather released, the wood creaked, fabric mumbled, and flesh kissed the ground. Steps grew louder, toward the bed. The outside scent filled the nostrils of the sleeping figure beneath the sheets, she hummed and fought to open her eyes.

A hand touched her arm, a breath caressed her cheek. "Just me, Phryne," the voice conjured a smile at the corner of her mouth. Her hand reached in the dark for his face, and he kissed her palm. "I'll be right with you."

Phryne sighed, easing into the warmth of the bed, holding on to the softness of the pillow. Her ears captured the rustle of fabric, mind wandering through the process of her lover undressing.

She shivered as the covers moved behind her, unaware she had dozed off. Shifting on the mattress, her companion brought his smell and the freshness of one who had just bathed. She released a long hum when he hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder. "Sorry I missed dinner," he muttered. "Long day."

A quiet hum was his only response. It grew into a drawn-out one as he moved, adjusting to her figure, touching their bodies.

"Jack Robinson," she sighed, a smirk on her lips, "are you undressed?" Her body arched, searching for him.

"You looked so comfortable," his hoarse voice spoke volumes, and her grin widened.

With her eyes closed, Phryne turned her head to him. "We could get extra comfortable."

The curve of her buttocks pressed against his groin, Robinson grunted. "You must rest, Miss Fisher."

Her hand slithered beneath the sheets and slipped between their bodies. "I can rest later," she whispered, hold wrapping around him, stroking his length. "Unless you'd prefer to rest, Inspector." She parted her thighs, urged the head of his cock against her opening. "I get quite comfortable with you inside me."

His touch grabbed at her hip, to which Phryne grinned. "Far from me to, ah,..." he slipped home, sighing, "To deny you."

Jack's digits moved. They traced her navel, and drew lines on her belly, up to her breasts. The Inspector took his sweet time, drawing circles around her aureolas, filling his ears with her panting. He played with them, matching his ministrations to the slow movements of his hips.

Phryne arched against him, savoring his chest against her back, the hands provoking her body to distraction. "How domestic," she muttered between sighs. "You getting home, straight into my bed to ravish me. How do you like it, Jack?"

He nuzzled the curve of her neck, panted by her ear. "I'd advise you to be mindful of your words, Miss Fisher."

She laughed, turned her head to him, contorting to kiss the edge of his mouth. "I'd prefer to have my fun, Jack."

"I have a shift early tomorrow, Phryne…" he tried.

"And you're afraid I'll convince you to let me have you the whole night, aren't you?" Her hand reached to trace his side, and she grabbed at his behind, urging him deeper. "You're delicious, Inspector."

He growled and slid out of her, earning a protesting groan.

"Don't be like that, Jack," she smiled.

The detective moved, brought her side down on the mattress. Phtryne blinked her eyes open, smiled as she saw him crawling over her. With slow blinks, she spread her legs, wrapping them around him. She tipped her head, hand reaching to bring him down for a kiss.

She touched their foreheads together. "We could make it quick and dirty, Inspector." Her orbs on his, a groan elongating from her deep in her throat when he entered her a second time. Phryne captured his mouth, nails threading and scratching at his scalp. She trailed his back with wandering fingers, drawing goosebumps from him. Her lips escaped him, pecking his cheek, his jaw, filling his ears with soft whispers.

Her figure arched, burning, taking each thrust.

"My delicious Jack… So good…"

The Inspector grunted, a moan escaping him. He buried his face at the curve of her neck, teeth teasing at her skin, hips faltering in their rhythm. His hand slipped between them, stroking her clit in time with his movements. He stole her mouth and focus, turning to pounding into her to wreck the rest of her control. Phryne clung to her lover, nails threatening to mark him, her breathing ragged.

Her figure tensed around him, then released and eased into his arms. Riding the waves of her pleasure, she caressed his figure, nails provoking at his sides to spur him on. She kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, whispered words filthy or sweet, enough to have him panting and trapping her further in his embrace.

Jack spilled into her, taking her lips time and time over as he eased back into the room. "How is that for domestic?"

She chuckled, pecked his cheek. "I never said it was bad, Inspector. And I did like it very much." She nuzzled his neck. "We should rest, though."

He nodded, eased his body onto the mattress.

"Of course, there's always morning," she smirked.