AUTHORS NOTE: So this is just a little filler chapter before the action really happens. Yes. It's awfully short. I don't know where my imagination bunnies have gone but I do intend on finding them.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters

[Sexiness FAIL]

The butterflies were flying around Jackie's stomach that evening as she moved through the bedroom lighting the candles, her breathing slightly faster than normal as she tried to convince herself that she could go through with this. In honesty, Jackie had never felt like a sexy woman. She'd always brushed herself under the title of "Plain Jane" much to everyone's annoyance because they believed that she wasn't. Stuart often said she had the "girl next door" look about her and everyone knows they always turn out to be the ones with the dirty secrets and the sex kitten act hidden away. Jackie had just laughed at him and then changed topic.

But yet, here she was.

She was stood in their bedroom, the lighter flickering in her hand as she wore nothing but a small scrap of lace that hung down her shapely body but yet at the same time it clung to every curve that she possessed and the dark shade of purple lingerie enhanced the pearl white of her skin that Robbie had always adored even before they were a couple. The short brown hair hung around her face in elegant curls as she felt herself wanting to blow out the candles, her heartbeat racing a mile a minute before she just put the lighter away.

Accompanying the piece of lingerie was the latest fashion style of suspender tights, Jenny had dared her to buy a pair for a night out they were going on but Jackie hadn't worn them in the end, along with a stupid pair of high heels that she'd never worn before in fear of breaking her neck. She'd changed the bed sheets to the black silk ones Robbie had bought as a joke when they'd first moved in together, a comment about how her skin would look ravishing against the material, but she'd hidden them on him because she knew how awkward sleeping in silk sheets were.

Hearing the front door open, she took a deep breath before she climbed onto the bed and sat in a position that she believed to be sexy.

Robbie was surprised to see that the house was in darkness. He'd known that Jackie had left some hours before him without even a goodbye so he'd expected her to be here waiting for him. "Jackie?" He called throwing his keys down on the table at the door before starting to walk through the house heading for the kitchen, his hand reaching up to undo the stupid tie he'd had to wear that day for court.

"I'm in the bedroom," she called and he changed his route before moving through to the bedroom and freezing at the doorway as he spied her lying there on the bed. He shook his head, even blinked twice before smiling. This wasn't something he ever saw Jackie doing. She was a little demure when it came to the antics in the bedroom. He wasn't saying that the sex was bad but it was normal. This... This was heaven for him.

"Well don't you look lovely enough to eat," then he noticed something flickered over her face, her position shrinking as she sat up and laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked as he walked over to sit beside her on the bed, his hand taking her chin so that she would look at him because he genuinely didn't know what he'd done to piss her off this time. She smiled as she tried to pull her face free.

"Robbie, if you don't know now then you'll never know." She whispered slipping her shoes off her feet before grabbing hold of her dress robe. "How's Pippa?" She asked causing Robbie to wince at the venom in her tone of voice but before he could answer she'd already moved into the ensuite bathroom that they shared.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a lone tear slip down her cheek as she realised that she shouldn't have listened to Stuart. She'd never be sexy. Who was she even trying to kid? A woman of her age, looks and career could never pull off sexy unless said career was a farce for some stripper woman. Reaching for her hairbrush, she let the tears fall as she brushed out the curls that she'd spent ages on perfecting as she heard Robbie walking around the bedroom as if trying to pace out the answer to her problem.

She'd just need to talk to Stuart about it. It wasn't Robbie's fault.

Not really.

TO BE CONTINUED...