I've just read this section and wanted to say how much I'm enjoying this fic, and I especially like the image you create of them both together, in a confined space like a cottage (I've always liked the idea of B & D in confined spaces!). And I just love lines like these:

Even when they had exhausted conversation and gone about their duties, silent as falling shadows, the sounds of Doyle had called to Bodie. He would lie on the bed, eyes closed, and listen to the hush of his partner's breath, Doyle's sighs, the rustle of his clothes as he had moved around their cramped quarters, the clip of his boots against the hardwood floor. All had disclosed secrets about Doyle's moods, his thoughts, his actions, and Bodie had hungered for such information, eager to take anything Doyle had been willing to share, no matter how unwittingly.

Lovely image of them together, with Bodie almost mesmerised just by Doyle's physical presence. I'm looking forward to reading the rest!

Many thanks for sharing your work.