He buzzes her in, she climbs the stairs and opens the door.
He is waiting there in boxers, kneeling in position, his hands clasped behind his head. He looks up at her expectantly as she enters, doe-eyed and sweet. She tilts his face up to her by his chin, leans down to kiss his mouth, he opens immediately to her, reaching up to stay connected to her lips as she stands. His face breaks out in a broad grin as they separate.
“Hello Ma’am!” He is all but bouncing, she imagines his tail wagging enthusiastically, it makes her smile.
She divests herself of her bag and coat and leads him to the couch, she is tired, it shows. She flops down, he kneels before her and reaches for her boot, undoing the zipper and pulling it gently from her foot, first one, then the other. He strokes her foot and calf through the short stockings she wears, then pulls them off also. She sighs, rests her feet on his thighs and he kneads them for her. They talk quietly about their respective days, she leans forward, her eyes on his, he reaches for the offered kiss.
She is glad to be home.