Authors note; It would be nice if someone would let me know what they think. This isn't a scene that needed changing, I've simply verbalised their feelings and what they might have been thinking in this very loaded scene. As always, I love Roz and Ian together. They're just perfect.

"A shared Moment."

Roz hated family gatherings as much as she loved them. Even after all these years it was hard to see Ian.

He was still with Hannah and they had a daughter. Things had moved along nicely, except Ian had never asked Hannah to marry him.

He was strangely aloof from his own family and Roz ached with the knowledge that maybe she had broken him permanently.

Ian had been happy with her, he'd loved his job and her.

Their relationship had been full, loving, sensual and exciting.

Roz now knew that her being worried about holding him back and Ian losing interest in her as she aged had all been wrong.

Ian would have been very happy and content with her, come what may.

As long as they were together, he had asked for nothing else.

Both boys were coming to spend the long weekend with them, bringing their women and children along too.

Roz braced herself to hide all the emotions Ian made her feel, she would shield her gaze and act like the perfect grandmother.

It would never do for Hannah to see just how much the air crackled with electricity every time Ian and Roz were in the same room.

They were on the beach, it was late afternoon and the day had been filled with sunshine and sea water.

The girls were swimming, Lil and Tom frolicked in the surf with the children.

Roz sat on top of a sand dune watching her family from behind her sunglasses, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Ian sat beside her, not two feet away.

Her gaze was drawn towards him, thankfully she could hide the fact behind her shades.

The years had only added to his allure, he had not changed much at all.

His body was just as hard and muscular, a surfers body. His dark blond hair slightly too long and as messy as always.

His handsome face was slightly sullen as it usually was these days.

Roz could remember all too clearly how it felt to tangle her fingers in his hairs messy length, his hard body between her thighs, his mouth on hers devouring every blissful sound she made.

At that thought heat flooded her body, the runoff pooling between her legs.

Instantly she was aroused and deeply embarrassed.

Why couldn't she forget him?

Ian took a swig of his beer, the bottle dangling loosely between his fingers, his gaze on her.

"Take off your glasses." Ian said abruptly, breaking the silence. "I don't like you hiding your eyes from me."

Roz froze, like a deer cornered by headlights, her heartbeat wild.

She didn't want him to see her eyes, they'd always revealed too much about how she felt.

Ian knew her too well, even after all these years. She'd carefully hidden behind her sunglasses for the entire day, how like Ian to challenge her about her crutch.

Without waiting for permission, Ian reached over, closing the space between them and lifted the glasses off her face.

Roz stared at him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation as the warm beach air came alive with electricity.

For a moment Roz let her guard down and she smiled at the boy she still loved, allowing all her yearning to show itself in her eyes for a brief moment before she slid the glasses back onto her face and turned away from Ian's all seeing eyes.

Ian didn't say a word, he didn't have to, because in that small exchange, all he'd suspected had been confirmed.

Nothing had changed.

Roz still wanted him just as he wanted her.

They were perfectly in tune in this shared moment, invincible.

Ian took another long sip of his beer, his face for once at peace, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

It had been a long time since he'd smiled like this.

Roz was still his, just as she was his.

Nothing and no one could change that.