I've really really enjoyed writing Rita/Iain, but I feel as though I'm running out of steam now with this fic. I don't want to carry on writing chapters that I'm not happy with and you don't enjoy, so this will be the last one. Thank you so much for all of the feedback and positivity, I really appreciate it, and hope you enjoy this update :) x
"Right, come on you." They walked out of the ED together, Iain nodding in thanks to Connie as they left. She had arranged for the two of them to take the next week off, including two weekends, and he knew that this was what Rita really needed. She needed some time away from the memories of the past few weeks, some time to herself to make sense of what had happened, away from the confusion and the stress that came with the nature of the job. They arrived back home twenty minutes later, he took her jacket from her and she went through to the kitchen, taking two mugs and putting the kettle on to boil.
"Iain?"
"Reets?" She saw his head come into view around the corner and she giggled, she couldn't see any of his body. "Come here?"
He moved to where she stood, her back against the kitchen surface. She reached up to kiss him, and he held her gently before pulling her more tightly to him so that she was stood practically on his feet. He rested his forehead against hers for a few moments before speaking, not willing to let go of her just yet.
"What was that for?" The button of the kettle popped, and steam began to cloud the air behind her.
"Thank you." She kissed him again, before pulling away and brushing her fringe from her eyes. He chuckled, and replaced her fingers with his, caressing her hair gently. "Thank you, for everything."
"You're going to be alright, Rita. I promise."
"I'll be more than alright, Mr Dean."
"Oh?"
"Because I've got you."
"Yeah, you have. And..."
"You're not going anywhere." She finished for him, looking up into his eyes and seeing in them a happiness, in knowing that she knew that this was it.
"Exactly." He spoke softly, and kissed her head before releasing her, and taking the kettle.
"I can..."
"You prefer my tea anyway. What is it you're always telling me? Oh yes, that I have the knack. Go on you, find us some biscuits." He grinned as she opened the cupboard door above their heads, having to stand on her tiptoes, to search for the box that he knew he had replenished with custard creams only days ago. He watched as she pulled it down, and she turned to him, eyes lowered. He sighed in mock exasperation, before taking the box from her and rummaging at the back of the cupboard to find a fresh packet. "What're you like? You're an actual custard cream monster, Reets." She grinned at him and took the two mugs through to the living room and sat down, him following through seconds later.
"Open up."
"Iain, what..." She was silenced as he inserted a whole biscuit into her mouth, which she took in her hand and bit, smiling as she ate. She brought her feet up to the side of her and watched as he methodically dunked his biscuit in his drink, and rolled her eyes.
"You're so sensible."
"That's me." He grinned and she hit him playfully, nearly knocking his tea over him.
"Oh god, I'm sorry..." She watched him as he just laughed and put one arm around her, placing his tea down in front of him on the table.
"Don't worry, I still love you, no matter how many custard creams you eat and forget to replace, or how many times you spill tea over me." He kissed her and she smiled again, reaching her hand down to table whilst he was distracted and taking another biscuit from the box. As she pulled away she quickly inserted it into his mouth, watching as his eyes widened in surprise, then laughing as he registered what was going on and ate it, crumbs scattering down his front.
"You know what..." He paused as he flicked the crumbs from his jumper onto the floor. "I think they might just taste better like that."
"Of course they do. That's how I like them."
"I know. And now I'm a convert."
"Well don't you go..."
"I'll buy my own packet, don't worry."
She laughed before leaning into his side again, her mood completely transformed from that morning. And it was down to him, it was all down to him. She owed him so much, but her being happy with him was all he wanted in return.
And now, after everything that had happened, she was pretty sure that they were going to be okay with that.
