Author's Note: This is a kind of bizarre epilogue to Making a Point, fuelled by a glass too many of wine on the author's part. It is completely without plot, characterisation and merit. Essentially, it's Robbie and Laura having some fun. It's not particularly adventurous fun, but it's the kind of fun that two grown up, consenting people might have. Therefore, if you're not into slightly risqué Robson, I would definitely give it a miss!

If you fancy reading, it's set after Robbie and Laura return to her house after their romantic interlude at the end of my story Making a Point, but it is completely superfluous to the story (so you don't need to have read it), hence why I am not adding it as an extra chapter. In fact, I will most probably delete it as I'm not sure this kind of writing is my thing. Still, I wrote it so I thought I might as well post the first bit for now.

"So…" Robbie's reticence had evaporated over the course of the walk home, replaced by something more demanding: an urge that had settled deep in his chest.

He looked at Laura in the dying light that snuck beneath the lowered blinds in her kitchen. He was leaning back against the counter, attempting to look relaxed. She was trying to busy herself with opening the patio doors to let some air into the otherwise stuffy room.

"So?" Laura turned, her expression dancing somewhere between amusement and nervous anticipation.

"Can I ask you to come here?"

Laura smiled. The breeze wafted in from the open doors, but she knew it wasn't the reason for the goose bumps flaring over her skin. She nodded, noting with delight the newfound familiarity between them.

She crossed the room and stood in front of him, the heady sense of expectation rising in her chest. Robbie didn't speak, but looked at her with a force that was almost physical. She rolled her eyes self-consciously, grinning up at him.

"What?" He half-laughed, half-whispered. Oh, how she loved this new gentle, hushed tone of his voice. He had yet to touch her.

"You're staring at me, Robbie."

"I'm not. I'm admiring you."

"Yeah… well, it's a little disconcerting."

He laughed, jovially, through his nose, but maintained the potent eye contact.

"Well, what else would you like me to do?" He murmured.

Laura felt her breath stall and hoped that her expression didn't convey the brazen honesty of the answer that flashed through her mind. Yet, evidently she managed to communicate something of her wish to Robbie: he stepped towards her, finding her hands and taking one in each of his. A slight, fizzing ache began to settle inside her.

He led her to the heavy oak kitchen table, upon the surface of which he sat down before pulling her in gently towards him. They had no jackets to separate them this time, and she felt the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt as he drew her closer. His lips found hers, easily this time, and more purposefully. She noted the taste of him and the gentle rub of his stubble as he urged her to open her mouth further, nuzzling his chin against hers.

She slid her palms over the cotton covering his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, acknowledging the strange, yet stirring sensation of her chest pressing against his. The kiss was slow, yet laden with expectation: the welcome warmth and tenderness of the gesture being gradually offset by the rise of a more basic instinct that seemed so new between them, yet simultaneously so familiar. Eyes closed, noses filling with more potent versions of well-known scents, they enjoyed the moment, each only too aware of the effects their action was awakening elsewhere.

His arm slipped further around her, drawing her in against him as he sat on the table, aligning their torsos, but stopping short of the place on his anatomy that she found her thoughts involuntarily drawn towards. She adjusted her stance to enable the contact that would assuage her curiosity and she was not disappointed. Even through their clothing she felt an unmistakable heat, an unmistakable firmness.

He withdrew his lips immediately, and looked at down at her through half-closed eyes. His expression was apologetic and she could see the words forming on his lips. She smiled in reassurance and, emboldened by the responses she could feel in her own body, she placed a gentle but firm hand over his fly, "It's OK." She whispered.

Robbie smiled briefly, his face flushing, as he closed his eyes to absorb fully the sensation of her touch. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself against the table. He heard the jangle of his belt being loosened and the fall of his fly. He looked at Laura incredulously as she slipped her hand inside his jeans, fondling him through the cotton of his underwear.

"Laura…" His voice was gruff and barely audible. Again, it was an unfamiliar quality that sent a thrill through her. "Wait," his hand caught hers and she paused, looking up at him enquiringly.

He smiled and withdrew her hand from its resting place, kissing her gently. "If you carry on like that… well, let's just say, you won't be waiting very long for a result. And I want us to do this together."

Tentatively, he stood, swinging her round and pressing her back against the table, his lips finding hers again, his hand supporting her lower back as he pressed her downwards so she lay back against the tabletop. His eyes left hers and trailed longingly to her chest. He began to unbutton her dress, pulling the slippery fabric away from her, exposing first her bra and then her stomach. He paused in undoing the dress to the hemline, unable to resist the pull of the parts of her that he had revealed. His palm pressed firmly into her stomach, before sliding upwards over the lace of her bra. The warmth of his grip on her breast had the same effect on her as she'd evoked in him only moments earlier. She felt herself press involuntarily towards him, rubbing the tight nub of her nipple against his palm through the thin material that separated the two. His fingertips grasped at the lace, tugging it gently downwards and exposing her skin. He broke their kiss to look at what he had uncovered, and then his lips were gone from hers, drawn inevitably towards the breast that felt raw and dense beneath his touch. She watched as he licked it, tentatively at first, before taking it roughly into his mouth and sucking hard, the slight tugging pain sending shards of sensation skittering through her nervous system, flooding mainly downwards towards a place he had yet to reach.

He took his time, exploring her skin, tasting her, touching her; causing her to build up a gentle rhythm of her own as she lilted up from the table to meet the contact of his lips and hands. He'd unbuttoned the front of her dress further, exposing the lace waistband of her knickers, but his attentions kept returning excruciatingly northwards. She could feel the steady thrum of her insides build, resonating outwards from the growing warmth between her legs. She sensed the evidence of her own excitement in her underwear and for a fleeting moment felt embarrassed, before she heard Robbie draw up a chair and take a seat in front of where her legs hung over the table.

In spite of herself, she gasped as she felt Robbie grip her beneath her thighs, spreading her legs so that her knees fell either side of him. Robbie returned his attentions to the buttons on her dress, continuing now to the hemline, so that the dress fell away from her on either side. She felt alarmingly, yet exhilaratingly, exposed, lying half-dressed on her kitchen table, legs splayed. His face was inches from a place she'd only ever fantasised it would be. She was vaguely aware of her shallow breathing, the anticipation and the thrill being too much for the normal function of her lungs. She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch him. Robbie began to trace the lace frill of her knickers with the tips of his fingers, first round the waistband then at the top of her legs. The touch was light at first, but then increased in pressure, driving her slowly to the point where she was worried she might make audible the building pleadings of her mind. Then he lowered his head and kissed her between the legs through the cotton of her underwear. He pressed his lips against her and inhaled deeply and, for a brief moment, she thought that this act alone might be enough to send her over the edge. Mercifully, she held off and scrambled desperately upwards…

"Robbie… wait…"

He looked up, startled, "Sorry… is this too much? Do you want to stop…?"

"No. DEFINITELY not… I just wanted to…" She slid down from the table into his lap, straddling him. "I just wanted to slow it down… you said we were in this together…"

He laughed softly and cocked his head to one side, his expression unashamedly divulging the wonderment he felt at having her finally so close. He looked at her deeply and with an almost aching tenderness, reaching a hand up to her face to trace the line of her jaw with his thumb. She nuzzled her cheek against his palm, directing the pad of his thumb to her lips. She kissed it before taking it gently into her mouth with her tongue.

The breath left his chest audibly and she turned her attentions to his lips and neck before beginning to undo his shirt. She drew apart the buttons exposing his chest, looking up to register a slight self-consciousness in his expression.

"Not exactly Brad Pitt, I'm afraid." He mumbled, surveying apologetically the slight excesses of his chest and stomach.

"Shhh." She kissed him into silence, trailing a firm touch over his torso. "You are just as lovely. Besides…" She shrugged off her dress, which was still attached at the shoulders, and began to unclasp her bra. Robbie watched, mesmerized, as she shook off the straps and let the garment fall to the floor before straightening her back and looking down at herself, "I'm not exactly Angelina, either."

He smiled, unable to withdraw his gaze from what she had exposed, "Laura… you are perfect."

She laughed, throwing back her head as Robbie took firm hold of what he wanted, urging her breasts upwards, creating a delicious friction, but her spine caught somewhat awkwardly against the edge of the table.

"Um... shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?" She murmured through an onslaught of kisses.