"I'm home!"

"In here!"

"I know...I can see you..."

Martin lumped his bag by the door and wandered around the couch, slumping down next to his girlfriend, trying to hide his interest to what had captured her attention and distracted her enough to forget the front door opened onto the living room with a perfect view of their flat screen TV, a fact he had disputed early on for fear of theft. But still, Holly wasn't a woman to be argued with...

"How was work?" Martin looked at her quizzically...

"You never ask me about work..."

" Yeah..." Home and Away continued to blare out of the screen... Martin paused it.

"Hey!"

"Ok, explain." She shifted around, crossing her legs to face him.

"Ok, I was bored..."

"I assumed."
"...and I saw the box set, you know the one Ollie and Lauren bought me last Christmas...well I kinda..."

"Gave in?"

"It was staring at me!...And you weren't here and..."

"So this obsessive behaviour is my fault now?"

"No!" She swung her leg over to straddle him as he smirked in victory. She leant in close. "And making me trip over my words isn't gonna get you into my good books..."

"Oh well...I'll just have to settle with you here." He snaked his arms up her thighs and to her waist, before dipping to his right, bending over and kissing her strongly on her lips. She lost herself in his embrace for a moment before pushing him lightly off.

"End the..." She took a second to gather her words, "...the...um...let me finish this episode. Then we can do anything you want." She looked up at him the most menacing doe eyes she could muster. He consider it for a second. "Did I mention I bought you a present?" Her hand slowly gasped his and guided it down to her jeans. Lightly tugging them an inch down she revealed a thick band of purple lace. Grazing his fingers over them delicately, he decided. Slowly descending down to her neck, he sucked and nipped at her skin all the way up to her ear.

"Anything?..."

She gasped her breath.

"Aha..."

"Ok then." He yanked her back up and she cuddled into his side, dangling her legs over his, his hand protectively placed on her thigh. Pressing play, she leant down, reaching to grab the pilot's cap that had landed on the carpet sometime during the previous events. Propping it up on her head, the corner of his mouth turned up as he began circling his index finger on her leg.