John sighed as he entered your home, his body going limp atop you as soon as he stepped into the bedroom. He didn’t even take his uniform off.

It had been a long day, with too much happening in their small town…he just needed his partner. Uncharacteristically, John wasn’t smoking. He just wanted to sleep.

“Do you want a massage?” Your voice was like an angel’s call, your request even better. He groaned a ‘yes please’, muffled by the fabric of your pyjamas but you understood pretty well.