DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the characters mentioned apart from the creation of Roxie, who will be appearing in all of my up and coming stories.
RED, RED WINE
Colours had never been a factor before in Robbie's life, it was only after when he met Roxie that he discovered that the world was a brighter place. He felt young again, he felt wanted, adored and so loved. For a woman half his age, she showed him things in life he never thought were possible, she took pleasure in the simple things in life, the dawn chorus of the nesting blackbirds who had taken up residence in a tree opposite his apartment, she loved to feed the birds at the local park, she took pride in ironing his shirts and restoring him back to his health by regular low-fat vegetarian meals, she enrolled them both into the local gym together so they could work out at the same time, she kept house far cleaner than any other woman he knew. Not even Gabby was this house proud.
Roxie was a thinker of this world, a psychotherapy student who in Robbie's disbelief wanted to help him because she wanted to be with him, not just for one night but for the whole of eternity. She wanted to be with him because she cared and loved him, and accepted him for the man he was and the man he was going to become. Roxie had introduced Robbie to so many things that the detective inspector had failed to notice that was wondrous of life, one of them being the pleasures of waking up to the same woman instead of a nameless one night stand. Their love-making was even more potent than Robbie had thought possible because for the first time since Gabby, he had given both his heart and soul to a relationship - all too often he would end an affair when the other half started to get too close for comfort, Roxie made him realise it was his way of putting up a safety barrier, to prevent him for having further hurt, rejection and dejection in life, when Gabby left him and took his only son Jamie with him, she left behind a very embittered Robbie Ross who then viewed women as only sex objects, things for the taking not for the keeping.
After a busy day working on a particular case the old Robbie Ross would have gone home, showered and then gone straight back out again. His apartment was never a true home, not until Roxie came to live with him, the black leather sofa was now adorned with splashes of pink in the cushions, the kitchen cupboards were stacked with wholesome food products, the freezer was now the beholder of healthy plated up meals and soups for Robbie to microwave. He appreciated his new way of life with a woman who was petite in height but who had a giant heart. With her peaches and cream complexion, bohemian dress sense, titian hair and rosebud lips, Roxie was indeed the woman for Robbie who taught him that there was more to life than red, red wine.