A/N: This was written purely because I wanted something fluffy to cheer me up and I love Nick and Yvonne, they're just so perfect. Their rather sweet interactions (especially at the beginning!) in last week's episode got me thinking "what if..." and this is one of the results of that thought.
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Those Killer Heels

Nick Jordan leant against the lounge doorway, watching with an amused smile as Yvonne Rippon slowly removed her heels. It had been a long, hard day for them both and he'd noticed that she'd been looking more and more pained as the day wore on. She would never admit it of course but Nick was fairly sure that the pain she'd been experiencing was down to the heels she insisted on wearing all day.

He continued to watch her silently for a few more moments before finally entering the lounge and moving over to the sofa, sitting down beside her. She glanced at him, shooting him a tiny albeit rather sleepy smile as she pushed her heels to one side and placed her feet down on the rug, immediately curling her toes into the soft chocolate coloured deep pile rug that sat in front of the sofa.

"Sore?" Nick questioned, patting his lap when she nodded. "Come on then, let's have a look."

She frowned, confused as to his motives but soon decided it was easier to do as he said. She settled back into the sofa, lifting her feet and placing them on his lap gently. He shuffled back so he was sitting on the sofa comfortably before he turned his attention to her feet. He began to gently rub the heel of her left foot, moving his fingers in firm but soothing circles.

"You're good at this." Yvonne murmured sleepily, allowing her eyes to flutter closed, the massage beginning to do the trick and relax her.

A small smile appeared on his lips at her words as he shifted his attention from the heel of her left foot to her toes, frowning as he noticed a raised lump that had formed on her big toe. "Does this hurt?" He asked softly after seeing that upon closer inspection it turned out to be a simple but probably painful blister.

Yvonne opened her eyes and shifted so she could see what he was looking at. She shrugged. "A bit, I didn't really notice it." She replied quietly as she settled back into the sofa again, resting her head against the arm of the sofa, closing her eyes again. Nick resumed gently rubbing her feet, a peaceful, comfortable silence falling over them.

"It's those killer heels you wear," he said with a grin, breaking the silence a few moments later. He applied more pressure to her foot, expertly massaging out the strains and stresses of the day.

"Mm, probably." She agreed, not having the energy to even think about disagreeing with him. She kept her eyes firmly shut, allowing herself to give into temptation and drift off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he was right there. A small smile crept on to his face again as he heard her sleepy reply. If all it took was a simple foot rub to make her this agreeable when she was this exhausted then he was certainly going to indulge her more often.