Chicken Dinner

by klswhite

This is set during Intelligent Design. It is what happened (in my mind at least) after Laura arrived at Robbie's for dinner. Reminder, I don't own the characters, merely borrowing them so they can have a little fun and some sexy time. Also, the story is rated M for a reason. If you don't like good clean sexy time, this is not the story for you. But be honest we all wanted this.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1 is directly from the episode. From that point down, this story is all my imagination. I've wanted them to have some smutty alone time for a while.

Chapter 1

Robbie had bustled around his place all afternoon. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. He heard the timer in the kitchen and went to check on dinner. He peeked through the glass window of the oven and grabbed his mobile. He pressed the speed dial for James.

He started to remove the chicken from the oven as James answered. "Yeah, I don't think I've got it right.

James smiled at Robbie's nervousness. "No, it's fine. As long as the juices run clear you're alright."

Robbie stuck a fork in the chicken. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, leave it on a hot dish for 20 minutes to relax."

Robbie rubbed his forehead. "Thanks, as long as one of us is relaxed." He hears the doorbell ring. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Robbie ends the call and heads towards the door. He opens it to see Laura standing there with a smile. She smirks as she points at the dishtowel tucked into his jeans. He rolls his eyes and removes it and then waves it at her as she steps into his home. He watches her walk deeper into his house thinking she doesn't look nervous at all.