musicalluna | 004 Dark - One Hundred Reasons

Title: 004 Dark - One Hundred Reasons
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassiter/Polly
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: One of my responses for my 100 themes collection revolving around Lassiter and Polly.
A/N: OMJ. I had no idea what to do with this one, and then I just sort of went with the idea of Lassiter coming home after dark and...I think this is my favorite Lassie/Polly thing so far. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or it's characters.

It’s long after dark when he arrives home.

He’s completely spent and he toes off his shoes in the front hall without bothering to see where they land. His briefcase gets pushed onto the bar counter as he passes it moving down the hall, his stocking feet quiet on the carpet.

It was a hell of a day and the darkness is soothing, though he’s glad he has enough experience moving down this hall to know where to go without turning on the lights.

The bedroom door is cracked open when he reaches it, and he pushes inside quietly, long fingers kneading the inside corners of his eye sockets, which ache with weariness. Shirt and pants drop to the floor as he shuffles toward the bathroom, trailing after him in a way he knows she’ll scold him for in the morning. It’s too late now to care though.

He brushes his teeth in the dark, lethargically, and probably less thoroughly than he should, but again, he’s beyond caring. Minty fresh yawns accompany him all the way to the bed and he sits at the edge exhaling a quiet sigh of relief. His knees and soles ache from being on his feet all day and it’s like heaven to finally get off of them. He peels off his socks, dropping them on the floor beside the bed before lifting the covers and sliding in between. She’s lying on the other side of the bed, faint light peeking in from between the curtains describing her figure in the darkness. She’s beautiful, chest rising and falling slowly and completely unaware of the unpleasantness he has just come in from. The sheets are cool against his skin and sleep has already begun moving in on him as his head hits the pillow, his arms stretching out to pull her close.

She makes several halfheartedly grumpy sounds at having been roused and he smiles faintly into her hair, laying a light kiss behind her ear as he tangles his legs with hers.

“You’re home late,” she mumbles, snuggling back against his chest and squeezing his hand.

“It was a circus,” he mutters in return and when she makes a non-committal noise back at him, he knows that that’s enough of an explanation. He likes that she doesn’t need the gritty details of his professional life, that she’s content with being blissfully unaware of all of the blackness in the world that he sees on a day to day basis. She lets him protect her, and he takes that responsibility very seriously.

As long as he’s able, the night will be the deepest darkness she will ever encounter.