Whipped up in half an hour. Series Two.


UNEXPECTED ROMANCE

"I missed you so much!"

A tight embrace. Holding her like he never wants to let her go, which is the basic truth. Too long they had been apart, each pining for the other, over text messages and Skype calls. Yet now, they were together again.

She pulls away first, laughing as her hair brushes against his face. His eyes light up at her laughter, the tinkling bells resounding in his head. His heart swells and his stomach is fluttering with butterflies.

He leans forward, and her laughter tapers off. Quickly giving the doorway a once over, she relays his actions and their lips connect. Heads bobbing, eyes closed. It is bliss. Their lips had not met for weeks, and they were determined to make up for lost time.

His hands crept round to her back, sinking lower and lower until he slides his fingers over the familiar mound of flesh, which he has caressed a substantial amount of times during their previous passionate snogging sessions. Fingers kneading her backside, he opened his mouth more, allowing her tongue to dart forwards, swirling with his.

They detach from each other's mouths, sucking in oxygen, before smashing their lips against one another. Both wrestled with their tongues, his hands groping her backside wildly now. Her fingers, spaced out on his shoulders, suddenly grip his t-shirt as she retracts her tongue and bites down softly on the flesh of his lip.

He pulls away, right hand flying up to his bleeding lip.

"You bit me! Why?!"

She smirks, tugging him towards her. Resting her head onto his shoulder, she purred:

"Because I like to play rough… Want to play a bit more?"

He shakes his head, drawling: "Later. Need to conserve my energy for the main event. I always win that!"

She snorts. "Always the joker. Should we watch television then?"

He affirms her request with a content noise and sits down on the sofa, manoeuvring her next to him. They clutch hands, her fingers tenderly rubbing circles onto his skin. He smiles at her, eyes tracing every feature of her face, the outline of her jaw, the murky brown of her eyes. She does the same, sliding her fingers free and manipulating her body to a more relaxing position.

Legs thrown over his lap, back of her head nestled against the cushion, she switches on the television with the remote. A quiz show. Neither changes the channel, letting the content wash over them. Well, wash over him. She answers a few of the questions, smiling smugly when they are accounted to be correct.

He traces a finger along her legs, cracking a joke from time to time. She smiles at him after each one, her 'utterly serious face' as he called it, diminishing the smile slightly. Yet, he doesn't mind. He loves her, all the same.

Facing her, he whispers: "I love you, Rose."

She cups the back of his neck with her hand, drawing him in. "I love you too, Ian."

Their lips touch and they are lost to each other, once again.

Fin.