Your much needed dose of Riain fluff. I've got millions (maybe not quite so many, but there are a lot) of Riain fics that I have to write (all one-shots) so I will be trying to upload as much as possible.
Rita was waiting for Iain to get back from 5-a-side football, which he played three times a week with a local club, as she was preparing dinner for them both. Their cat, Tiger, was able to smell chicken cooking and was skulking around the kitchen waiting to be fed.
"This isn't for you. Me and Iain are going to eat it, you've got cat food." Rita enjoyed speaking to her cat as if she were having a conversation with a normal person, as it made her feel less lonely when nobody else was there, but she was only met with a dissatisfied meow. "When you start getting a job and providing money, then I will feed you more expensive food, but you're a freeloader."
Meow.
The radio was on as Iain walked through the door, inhaling the scents of his dinner being prepared. "Hey babe." He called to Rita, who had picked the cat up and was now dancing with him.
"The cat isn't a toy." Iain reminded Rita as he walked through into the kitchen.
"He likes it."
"He doesn't." Iain watched his fiancé and their cat dancing to 80's music, Rita's favourite. "I'm going to have a shower. What's for dinner? It smells great."
"It's chicken breasts, chips, vegetables, and red wine." Rita used to struggle with alcohol and it had been a difficult journey to recovery; she had spent over a year avoiding alcohol completely to avoid falling into its grips again, but then she realised that, as long as she drank in the house with other people, not alone or in public, that she was able to control her intake responsibly. Learning to drink again, but without over-doing it, was part of her recovery, and she was very proud that she had made it that far.
"Lovely." Iain went up to shower as Rita finished preparing the meal, freeing the cat from her hold.
"So, did you win?" Rita had finished eating her chicken and chips, whereas Iain had already finished his entire meal.
"Yeah, of course." Iain quipped, admiring Rita who sat on the opposite end of the sofa to him whilst they ate and watched TV. "I've got the body of David Beckham."
Turning to look at Iain, Rita raised an eyebrow as she looked him up and down. "Well, give it back, you're ruining it."
After their meal the couple were spooning in bed with Tiger, who had decided to join them since it was a particularly cold night.
"Reets, I really love you." Iain whispered into Rita's ear, knowing that she loved it when he did that.
"I really love you too babe." Rita turned her head to kiss Iain, minding not to move too much or she would disturb Tiger, who could be very grumpy at times.
Just a short one-shot that I wrote very quickly. I would love to regularly update as many stories as possible, but with me being so busy I don't like to make any promises. I will be starting sixth form in September, so will obviously have less time than I do at the moment, so I plan to upload/update stories as much as possible before starting sixth form.