This chapter is just fluff with a small link into the next and most likely final bit of this story :) 2 Months Later
Looking up from the paper he'd been thumbing through, Robbie declared, "I was thinking-"
"I'm suitably terrified," Jackie interrupted him, grinning at him as she crossed the room and handed him a wineglass, which he placed down at the side of him.
In retaliation to her remark, he yanked her down onto his knee, her wrist jerking and sending her drink flying, splashing up her arm, causing her to let out a squeal of surprise. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her backwards so that her back was pressed against his chest. "As I was saying," he continued, smirking at her as shook some droplets off her wrist. "I think we should go out for a change."
Jackie looked over her shoulder at him, feeling slightly affronted, she replied, "We go out."
"Yeah, with Stuart and the Boss, it's not the same thing. I think that we should go out just the two of us."
Relaxing back against him and leaning her head on his shoulder, she met his gaze. "What did you have in mind?"
"Drinks, dinner." His fingers traced lightly down her arm, eliciting a trail of goose bumps to pop up across her skin, before he linked his fingers with hers. "Thought I could wine and dine you, show you my legendary charm."
"That sounds nice," she admitted, her lips brushing across the shell of his ear. "But what exactly is it in aid of?"
His head dropped into the crook of her neck, his free hand slipping under her top and brushing against the thin, sensitive skin that covered her hip bone. "I just want to treat you for a change." He placed a small kiss to her where her pulse beat steadily under her skin. "You are far too suspicious," he smiled.
"Hazard of the job."
"Uh huh." He trailed his hand down to her thigh and gave a soft groan. "I wish you'd wear skirts from time to time, make things easier."
She laughed lightly. "I've learned from experience that it's easier to run in trousers, but since you're going to take me out I promise that I'll wear a skirt or a dress."
"Good, I like your legs." He leaned forward slightly and caught her lips in a gentle kiss, his fingers deftly undoing the top button on her trousers. "In fact," he breathed lowly. "I think I'd like to see them again."
A smile played across Robbie's mouth as he watched Jackie apply her lipstick carefully and blot it slightly. She hadn't noticed he was there yet and he quite liked that, it meant that she was comfortable with his presence, mind you they had spent enough time together. Not every single second - because that would be obsessive - they were able to tell the other whenever they needed space and no offence was ever taken.
He wasn't sure why they worked so well, but they did, which was all that really mattered he supposed.
Jackie jumped at the wolf whistle that shattered the silence of her bedroom, whirling round she shot a somewhat half-hearted glare in Robbie's direction. "Don't scare me like that," she scolded him.
He leaned back against the door jamb, his eyes running over her lazily. "You always did scrub up well."
She smiled and shook her head. "I hope that wasn't an example of your so called charm."
"Night's not started yet," he replied easily. Stepping forwards, he slid his hand over her hip. "I like your outfit."
"Meets with your approval then?"
"Oh yeah. I especially like this slit up the side here." As if to prove his point he attempted to move his hand in that direction.
She caught his hand, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Later," she told him.
"Spoilsport."
Smoothing her skirt back into place, she promised him, "I'll let you hold me to it."
As they walked to the taxi rank, Robbie wrapped his arm around Jackie's waist, pulling her into his side. "So?" he asked. "Was I suitably charming?"
"Oh gold star definitely," she laughed.
"I thought so." She slapped his arm lightly at the over confident reply, leaning her head on his shoulder as they waited for another taxi to arrive. "You warm enough?" he asked in mild concern.
"I'm fine," she assured him. "Thank you, for tonight, you were right it was nice to get out just the two of us." Leaning forward she kissed his lips lightly, smiling when his arms tightened around her.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek and without giving his next words much consideration told her, "I love you, Jackie."
She inhaled sharply and for a brief second he thought he'd spoiled everything by saying completely the wrong thing. Then her smile widened and she replied softly, "I love you too."
The sound of the taxi approaching broke the resulting kiss and pulled them apart momentarily, as they both stepped into it's relative warmth. But the moment the door was closed she was settled back into his side again and for once everything was right and it felt like nothing could go wrong.