(a/n - I know, I know, I have so many fics to update. But I've been getting back into hi-de-hi and well, Yvonne and Barry... So many feels! And last night I was watching the a night not to remember episode and, well, I reeeally wanted to write some fic for them. I dont know if they've got a ship name, but barvonne seems to roll off the tongue quite nicely...)

Please

"Honestly, Barry, one would think you wanted to be in the chalet with Mr Fairbrother, from the way you're listening so intently."

"I would get a lot more excitement there than I do here nowadays." Barry turned to find Yvonne staring at him, her silky dressing gown pulled tightly around her. His eyes raked over her body, and his mind travelled to a time when he was sure he knew absolutely every inch of it. Nowadays, he wasn't so certain.

"Barry, you're staring into space again! It is such a common trait."

"But why can't we be a little looser from time to time, let our hair down a bit?" Barry cried loudly, earning him a disapproving glare from his wife. She made a tutting noise as he placed the glass back to the wall once more and listened to what was happening. He pulled away sharply.

"It sounds as if Gladys is having fun." He looked pointedly at his wife. "Why don't we?"

"Barry!"

"Please?" Barry looked at Yvonne longingly. It really had been a long, long, time...

"You're going about this the wrong way, dear." She raised her eyebrows. Barry smiled. He might, if he played his cards right, be in with a chance. He walked over to Yvonne, and placed his hands about her body.

"Would you care to dance, dear? See if you can anticipate my every move." There wasn't much room in the chalet, but Barry manoeuvred them around it expertly, pulling Yvonne as tightly as possible to him, their bodies practically moulding into one as they danced together. Yvonne hummed slightly into his shoulder, and Barry hoped she was coming around to his idea. He brushed his hands up and down her back softly, delighting in the fact that she wasn't slapping him away. Her hands began to travel, too. Not far, granted, but Barry was used to that. Her touch upon his chest was enough. For now. He reached up and pulled some of the clips out of her hair, allowing some of her flaming curls to fall about her face and neck. She looked up at him, and Barry knew he was close to winning. He dipped his head down and kissed her cheek gently, his hands resting on her hips. Yvonne whispered into his ear

"Thank you, Barry. Now, it is rude to keep a lady waiting." Barry didn't need telling twice. He rarely saw the flirty and carefree side to his wife nowadays, and he was going to grab this opportunity with both hands. He dragged her towards the bed and leaned across her, inhaling her flowery perfumed scent. Her dressing gown had come loose, and Barry marvelled at her form. The dancing certainly kept her youthful. She opened her eyes, and looked at him.

"Barry, what are you waiting for?"

"I couldn't go on without the magic word, etiquette is so important dear." Barry delighted in his momentary power. Yvonne glared at him.

"Please?"

That was all he needed. Barry dived down upon her, savouring every moment of their rare display of passion. And, he was very glad to discover, they hadn't forgotten the moves to this particular dance.

~finite~

(a/n - yeah, slightly borderline smutty, and I'll put it as a t because, well, I am not sure it is that bad, let me know otherwise. It could have been worse. I had the episode where they throw a party in my head, and I may or may not have a teeeensy character crush on Barry. So, yeah, this appeared. I hope it isn't too bad. I've had writers block and this took about fifteen minutes max. Reviews and favourites are always welcome!)