A/N: So it's Sunday morning. I write Rian fluff. I am not sorry.
Chapter 3: Pancakes
Iain folded the sports section to one side and looked down on his girlfriend smiling. Nuzzled into his bare chest her face was a picture of concentration, totally lost in an article in the magazine supplement. They were few and far between, but Sunday days off with Rita had fast become his favourite thing.
Reaching his hand down he gently stroked the smooth skin of her leg before stopping on the fabric of her shorts and giving her bottom a little pat.
"Right you! As much as I would love not to move from this sofa all morning I'm bleeding starving"
"Mmhhmm" mumbled Rita without looking up.
"Rita, you lump, you need to move or we are both going to die of hunger. We cannot survive on kisses alone."
The blonde woman sighed and set her magazine aside. As if to attempt to disprove the theory Rita tilted her face to Iain's and captured his lips softly with hers
"Shame" she whispered and then looking up at Iain through her lashes she used her best pleading voice and simply uttered
"Pancakes?"
"You want me to make you pancakes? Right, come with me! It's time you learned how to make them yourself"
"Oh Iain but you're so good at making them and they're so yummy"
Iain heaved himself up off the sofa somehow untangling their limbs and scooping Rita up at the same time.
"Flattery will get you a lot of places…" He chuckled carrying her into the kitchen "but today you are getting a lesson from the master"
Rita stuck her bottom lip out as he plonked her unceremoniously on the kitchen worktop.
"Don't sulk! C'mon you're Rita Freeman, Little Miss Independent, fearless ruler of Holby City ED, it's ridiculous that you don't even know how to make your favourite breakfast"
"Well why have a dog and bark yourself?" Rita offered.
"Oh really? So you're comparing me to a dog now are you?" Iain's green eyes twinkled as he looked at her. Rita giggled.
"Well you're very obedient, fetch things for me and… you've got a lovely long tongue"
"So what you're basically saying is I'm your pancake-making sex slave? Mmm… I like it" Rita had captured him with her legs and pulled him in so they could share another kiss. Eventually Iain reluctantly pulled away.
"This is not going to get us fed missy. Watch and learn"
Rita sighed and watched Iain gather the ingredients and equipment he needed, shaking her head at his running commentary as he tried to educate her.
She hopped down off the surface and wrapped her arms round his waist, her fingers playing with the waistband on his grey sweats.
"Rita you're not concentrating!" scolded Iain
"I'm trying" she pouted spinning him round to face her "but I'm getting very distracted" She dipped her hand into the flour packet and dabbed little dusty clouds across his chest "I mean I need to help you clean this mess of you for starters" she trailed her hands over his torso, dispersing the flour.
"Rita this is serious! What will you do if you need pancakes and I'm not here?" Said Iain exasperated.
"Ah see I've just thought of that" said Rita smiling up at him "that won't happen if…" She paused and bit her lip.
"If what?" Iain questioned.
"If you move in with me?"