"I take offence to that statement, love!" Burke complained from his position on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand and a plate with the remnants of his Chinese that he had just shared with her in another. Leaning forward, he placed the plate on a coffee table before looking over to the archway that separated the kitchen from the living area in her small apartment. She was looking around the kitchen for another bottle of wine, her lovely auburn hair falling around her shoulders while her petite figure was hidden by one of his large tee shirts that fell just above her knees.
"What?" She said before making an "a-ha" sound to indicate that she had located the second bottle of wine that she knew she had hidden away somewhere for a rainy day. Walking towards him, she smiled. "Are you saying that we're not too old to still be romantic and cute in this relationship?"
Sitting down next to him on the couch, she tucked her feet beneath her and settled most of her weight against his side as she smiled down at him. This entire conversation had started because Burke had asked if this was it for their romantic life. Were they really that old that they were comfortable enough to spend their Friday nights together curled up in scruffs with a glass of wine and a take away that had tickled their fancy at the time of choosing? Did romance really die when you hit a certain age? She was adamant that it was whereas he did not want to believe that he had missed his chance at properly wooing the woman; the woman of his dreams.
He looked at her, his hand reaching out to stroke up the length of his arm as he smiled. "Definitely! Age is just a bloody number and I sure as hell am not going to let the numbers define the way I feel about you or how I act?"
Laughing, she shook her head at him as she reached out and took hold of his hand so that she could press a kiss to the inset of his wrist. "Matt, I appreciate that. I really do. You realise that we won't be able to be like Robbie and Jackie, don't you?" With her position, their relationship was on the down low. They had obviously told the team because they had worked it out between them all – working with detectives, psychiatrists and a medical examiner with an interest in psychology was the worst at times at like this – but they had decreed that no one else was important enough to know yet. So being all cuddly and close at work was out of the question and the pair of them knew that.
"Jesus Karen, no one could be like Jackie and Robbie! The bloody love they send to each other with a glance is nauseating enough without us two piling it on at the office. Poor Stuart will be banging his head against the wall, secretly downing whiskey from a bottle in the bottom drawer of his desk while sneaking out to see McIntyre more than he does now!" He laughed as laced his fingers through hers and shook his head. "No, I don't want that. I just want the chance to now prove to you that we can be romantic." He leant in and pressed a teasing kiss against her lips, "even if we are old." He whispered against her lips.
AUTHORS NOTE: This has come about because Lee asked me to write her a little something because I believe she's revising (I might be wrong but whose going to grumble when it comes to getting me writing?) so I decided to write her a little something with her favourite pairing. It'll be a little collection of fluffy drabbles inspired off something I saw on tumblr.
