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He pauses on the threshhold of his bedroom; someone's been here. No signs of forced entry when he unlocked the front door, nothing of value missing, no alarms tripped…but someone's been here.
He glides noiselessly into the room, finely honed instincts (even more finely honed now that he knows how frequently Eurus slipped the surly bonds of Sherrinford in order to wander among mere mortals like himself) telling him it's safe. No one's here now, but someone has been here.
His eyes take in all the myriad details that help him reach such rapid conclusions - ah. There. The wardrobe door is the slightest bit ajar. He hesitates only a brief moment - should he seek out his handgun first, call for backup? - then shakes his head. No. He opens the wardrobe, scans its contents, and the tension in his body eases as he notes the missing articles of clothing.
"Ah, there you are, darling."
He turns, smiling, at the woman now standing in the bedroom door. A woman wearing a pair of perfectly tailored trousers, matching waistcoat, and of course, jacket. All in a deep, smoky grey - and all belonging, not to her, but to him.
He smiles, moving across the room at the same rate she does, until they meet by the bed. "I take it you got bored waiting for me? Not that I expected you this evening," he adds, not quite chiding her.
She raises an eyebrow. "Why should you have been expecting me? You know I don't want either of us to become bored, darling."
The repetition of the affectionate nickname sends delightful shivers down his spine as he takes her in his arms. "Anthea, my dear, if there's one thing you and I shall never be, it's boring."
He kisses her, breathing in the smell of his own cologne subtly dabbed behind her ears and - he lowers his head, sniffs appreciatively - between her breasts.
As he slowly, lovingly removes each item of his 'missing' clothing from her body - she's even wearing a pair of his socks although not, thank goodness, his underwear, he much prefers seeing her in the frilly, lacy scraps of fabric she favours - he can't help but feel humbled at how fortunate he is to be loved by such a woman.