Hey so this is my first ever fic and I decided to just go for it and try and write a one shot about Rita and Iain, my current favourite couple on Casualty!
I hope you like it, and if you do, I would love to know any ideas or suggestions for new fics or ways I could improve this one! Thank you :-)
Iain made his way through the ED once his shift had ended in search of the petite blonde nurse he had been spending so much time with recently. He made his way to her office and knocked on the door, smiling to himself when he saw her, clearly exhausted, piling up a wad of paperwork.
"Nearly ready?" he asked as he entered.
"Yeah, will be in a sec, just finishing off this paperwork," she sighed, "endless paperwork".
"It's not nice out anymore," he said looking out of the window, "last shout was a bloody nightmare! Got soaked me and Jez did, never mind the poor fella who'd slipped!"
"Well, they don't say April showers for no reason!"
He watched her scan and sign a few more pieces of paper, thinking about how he should never have believed the weather forecast, and should have brought a jacket. Instead, he had trusted the spring weather and just had a shirt over his t-shirt.
"Right, come on then mister!" Rita said, tapping his arm, "lets brace the weather!"
They said their goodbyes to the staff they passed, and wished them, smugly, a good day tomorrow, as they both had it off.
As they approached the automatic doors leading out into the pouring rain, Rita slowed a bit, only now realising how much of an understatement, 'it's not nice out' was.
"Oh come on you wuss, it's only a bit of water!" Iain tugged on her arm, "the quicker we get out, the quicker we'll be in the dry."
Rita firmly put her arm through his as they got pelted by the rain. Heads down, they walked swiftly, well as swiftly as they could, in a hope to get to Rita's before they drowned.
"I'm going to freeze Iain. And then die from water in my lungs." Rita complained, having made it past the Hope and Anchor and round the corner.
"I think that's what most people would call drowning Rita. How have you lived in England all your life?" Iain chuckled.
"And I will hold you personally responsible Mr Dean." She elbowed him in his side.
The raindrops were mercilessly lashing down onto the grey pavement in front of them, there was no point in trying to hop over puddles, as it just seemed to be one big lake. Good job she hadn't worn her new boots, Rita thought, thanking whatever had made her wear her old red converse. Her hand was clasped in Iain's, in the pocket of her brown leather jacket, the rest of their bodies were numb, or very nearly numb.
As Rita began to moan another complaint, Iain gave in. "Okay, that's it." He stopped just in front of Rita picking Rita up, piggy back style.
"Hey! Iain that's not funny!" She hit him on the back, "Put me down!"
"I'm sorry, but we'll get to yours much quicker this way," he said as he started to run along the wet pavement, sending splashes of water up behind him. "I carried rucksacks way heavier than you in Afghanistan, sometimes carrying people in my arms as well! Trust me, this is no problem."
Rita relented.
When they eventually turned onto Rita's street, Iain gently put her down, after leaning forwards making her panic a bit too much. She hit his chest, slightly annoyed, and got her keys out of her bag with difficulty with her completely numb hands. In the end, Rita held her bag open while Iain searched for the keys, both of them getting more wet by the second, not that they could get much wetter. Iain finally found them and managed to unlock the door, both of them bursting to get out of the storm.
Once Rita shut the front door, they both looked at each other and stood dripping onto her wooden flooring, laughing at just how sopping they were, not knowing what to do. Rita bent down to take her shoes off, and Iain followed suit, peeling off his shirt that seemed stuck to his arms. He then attempted to take his grey socks off, the left one with 'Monday' written in yellow, the right one said 'Saturday' in blue.
"Oh come on Iain, you don't even know the days of the week!" Rita teased, "It's Friday you goon!"
Iain lost his balance, and tried to catch Rita to steady himself, but underestimated her size sending them both into a soggy heap on the floor.
"Shit sorry, lost my balance."
"Yes, thanks, I realise that." Rita replied, trying to shift him off her a bit, so she could actually breathe. He rolled over, realising she was struggling, so she was sat on his thighs, with him leaning against the wall. She brushed her hand through his wet hair and leant forwards to kiss his lips softly. He wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her back, but paused when he felt her shivering.
"Christ Rita, you're freezing!" He exclaimed, "You've still got all your wet clothes on, come on lets get them off"
"Oh smooth Mr Dean." Rita replied sarcastically, "Is that what you say to all the ladies?"
He looked at her, winked, and took off his own t-shirt, throwing it next to his socks and shoes.
"I think a hot bath sounds like a plan to me, yeah?" Rita asked standing up.
"Agreed, come on then." He smiled up at her.
Rita was sat between Iain's legs, with her back against his toned chest, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her arms as he kissed the side of her head softly. She shut her eyes, appreciating the pure happiness and warmth she felt. Iain had put his boxers on the warm radiator to dry, as he didn't have any other dry clothes with him. There was a pile of wet clothing next to the toilet, and sopping shoes downstairs by the front door, the floor wet too, but she didn't care.
"Bit of a hectic day to be honest," Rita sighed.
"Aye, I'll tell you what, I'm glad my shift ended just as it was starting to rain, we get so many more shouts when the weather's bad."
"Poor Jez, he'll have an eventful night, I hate Friday night shifts." Rita said, thinking about all the vomit and slurred arguments.
"Mmm," Iain murmered, "you a bit warmer now?"
Rita nodded, and leant into his back more, relishing in the feeling of having strong and caring arms around her.
They sat there, soaking in the hot soapy water, the scent of oranges and each other's skin in their nostrils, in the comfortable silence, knowing it was just the two of them, sharing this seemingly normal, but precious time together.
"Right," Iain sighed after a while, "as lovely as this is, I think I'd much rather be dating a beautiful woman than a prune."
Rita smiled, "I forgot the towels, they're in the bedroom, we're going to make the floor even more wet."
"I'll get them, don't worry. Just one set of wet footprints can't be that bad." Iain got out of the bath, trying not to kick Rita. "The basket by your drawers yeah?"
Rita nodded, smiling, suddenly missing the warmth of his body behind her.
He came back, holding 2 big bath towels, and wrapped one around Rita's pale, dripping body, kissing her forehead. "You're so beautiful, you know that," he whispered against her skin. She wrapped the towel around his body, cocooning them together.
They stood like that for a while, holding each other until Iain said, "You know what, I could murder a brew right now!"
"Ooh yes please," Rita said, realising that was just what she needed. "You go make them, and I'll put my pj's on."
She sat in bed, waiting for Iain to return bearing tea, with the news on the television. She smiled as she heard him clattering around in the kitchen, whistling to himself.
"Here we are Madame" he said, putting a steaming mug of tea down next to her and getting into bed beside her.
"Mm, thanks," She said, taking a sip and sighing with the sensation of hot tea going down her throat.
They chatted about their days, patients and life until Rita yawned loudly.
"Sorry, am I boring you?" Iain joked. "Come on, lets go to sleep."
They got out of the warmth of the duvet and went into the bathroom to clean their teeth. Iain kissed Rita's cheek, with toothpaste all around his mouth, causing Rita to shout at him, and smear moisturiser on his chest.
Laughing, he spat and rinsed his mouth out, and picked her up, carrying her to bed, telling her to switch the lights off with her toes on the way.
"I'm so glad we've got tomorrow off," she whispered into the darkness, hearing nothing in response, she assumed Iain was already gone, his arm around her stomach, holding her against his chest. "Night Iain", she smiled.
Okay, so that was it! It was originally going to be a oneshot, but I'm kind of thinking about maybe doing a chapter about their lazy day off? But I'm not sure, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it!:-)x