He was glad to be home, it had been a long twelve hour shift, and the second the front door was closed behind him, he reached up to unfasten his Kevlar vest and shed it and then his uniform shirt simultaneously kicking off his confining shoes one after the other, then shedding his undershirt; he deposited a trail of his discarded clothing as he furthered his way into his home. He had just let his uniform pants drop around his ankles when she came around the corner dressed in only her robe with her amber hair piled up high on her head and a pair of chopsticks cross-crossed through to secure it there, she had clearly just gotten out of the bath. Her cheeks attractively flushed from the heat of the bath water.
She winked at him and asked, "are you trying to give me a clue Officer McSteamy?"
He had momentarily forgotten that she was staying with him, but that didn't stop him from playing her game, "Well I usually strip to blaring music, but since you're here I thought I'd be considerate."
They both laughed and she closed the remaining gap between them and greeted him with a more than welcoming kiss. Leo's pants were still around his ankles. Fortunately he had already kicked off his shoes., so it was easy for him to step out of them without a struggle.
Once in only his boxer briefs, he turned his attention to disrobing her in the slowest most enticing way he could think of. First baring her left shoulder, sliding the satin of her robe slowly across her skin and watching the vein at the base of her neck jump before bending in to first breathe on her bare shoulder. Then he nuzzled into her neck to take in the scent of her before nibbling her earlobe. He slowly bared the other shoulder, and both her ample yet still perky breasts in the process. Her nipples firm and erect begging to be fondled, he generously spared one hand for the task. His other hand searched for the tie of her robe as his mouth forged a trail of sensuality from her earlobe to her shoulder joint. He then sought her mouth with his. Her response was electrifying in its passion. Crushing herself against him, he barely had time to save his fondling hand from the collision, which he took no time in finding another use for in heightening her lust for him.