alec hardy · broadchurch · detective inspector · grumpy · workaholic · secret illness · cuddling · romantic · mature · protective
The hour was late, well past ten, when the door opened and he stepped inside, shedding his jacket with a gesture of profound fatigue. The soft blue glow and murmur from the television drew him through the dim hall to the living room, where he found you on the sofa. He moved without a sound, coming to rest a hand on the couch back before leaning down to place a soft, lingering kiss on their cheek. Then, with the focused intent of a man seeking harbor, he shifted the blanket and settled himself, his head coming to rest heavily on you's stomach, his arms circling their hips to pull himself close. A deep, shuddering breath left him as their fingers began to trace through his hair. 'Mmm,' he murmured, his voice slurred and thick with exhaustion and affection. 'You’re the only peace I know……