In response to this anon request on tumblr via casualtyconfessions
"can someone please write a fanfic about why Iain's best option was to wear the apron on Saturday, and not his underwear (which he had left at Rita's)?! I'm in desperate need and will love the person who does forever ?"
Chapter 1: A brief encounter
"Reet! I can't find me pants what've you done with them?"
As usual the pair were rushing to get ready for the morning shift having eeked out every last possible moment under the duvet together since the alarm had sounded.
The blonde woman's head appeared round the bathroom door, toothbrush in mouth.
"Oops" she spluttered, her mouth full of foam.
Iain stopped his frantic searching and looked at the petite nurse.
"What do you mean 'oops'?" He asked slowly.
"I possibly picked them up with the wash I've just put on?" she ventured, looking apologetic.
"Oh nice one Dame Wishy Washy" Iain turned on his heel and bounded down the stairs towards the kitchen with Rita in tow. They both stopped and tilted their heads to observe the cycle of the machine. Iain sighed as the waistband of the missing pants spun into view amidst the soapy water.
"Sorry babe, looks like you're going commando today" Rita said looking up at the man smirking.
"Aw I can't do that! Me work trousers are too scratchy!" Iain stuck his bottom lip out in a sulk.
"Only one thing for it then matey. You'll have to wear a pair of mine. C'mon, you know you want to!" Rita grabbed a pair off the pile of clean washing on the table, grinning mischievously "Here you go. These are quite stretchy"
"Yeah. And lacy. And bright pink"
"You'll probably find they are quite supportive" Rita collapsed in giggles at the look of horror on Iain's face.
"I know you, you're gonna take great pleasure telling everyone what I'm wearing aren't you? I'll never live it down if the likes of Cal and Max find out!"
"Look, if you don't get them on and get dressed we're both going to be late. How about if I go commando then we've both got a secret?" She winked and gave Iain a playful smack on the bum before rushing off to finish getting ready.
Twenty minutes later the pair were kissing a discreet goodbye outside the ambulance station.
"You're right you know, these are actually quite comfy" he said giving Rita a little wiggle as he turned to head off.
"Yeah well, you might not be saying that after 8 hours. If you start to suffer towards the end of the shift just remember…"
"Remember what?" He asked heading backwards into the station.
"That I'm not wearing any" she mouthed. She bit her lip and gave Iain a smile before making her way to the hospital.
Iain shook his head laughing as he turned and wandered towards the staffroom.
"And what are you looking so happy about?" grumped Dixie. Iain got the feeling it was going to be a long shift.
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"So if I can't make you laugh by the end of the shift I'll clean out the ambo in me skivvies"
"Oh yeah cos I'm dying to see you in your underpants!" Dixie exclaimed
"Well it won't come to that, will it? Because I'm hilarious"
"Alright you're on. It's gonna take a lot to get me laughing today though" sighed the senior paramedic as they arrived at their first shout. "I hope you're wearing decent underpants, kid"
The smile dropped suddenly from Iain's face as he remembered.
"Oh shit" he mumbled under his breath "Iain you moron, what on earth have you just agreed to?" He opened the door and hurried after his colleague.