This chapter involves a flashback of both Laura and Robbie involving when they last had 'funny business' ;), so beware this chapter does hold smut...
Laura sat on the futon near the open window hoping to catch a breeze. The room she was in was horribly warm. She knew that even though she wanted to sleep, it wouldn't happen to her tonight, and she'd probably have to take an elusive valium. Her mind was whirring with thoughts and unresolved questions, but throughout it all, one remained.
She was pregnant. Robbie was dead. Hathaway could be the father.
Shit what a mess!
She sat there thinking of the times they could have had, how everything would have been so very different if Robbie had been there. She found her mind wandering back to the time of when he went and rescued that young lass from the canal boat, the first time they'd held hands. She thought she would lose him that night, and the relief that drowned the fear when he emerged carrying her from the river boat. There was no relief from this. If she'd known what she knew now would she have continued to fall in love with him, be his partner, knowing of the agony that awaited her. Maybe the fates were chasing him, she thought, and then tried to shake the thought away. Would she had the dinner at the Randolph with him when she would have known? If he'd died, if the gas bottles had exploded on that barge then it would never have got to this point, yes it would have hurt and yes she would have grieved but it probably wouldn't hurt as much as it did now. Was it better to have loved and lost, or to have got to that point where it was so near for them being together and then lost him? A fox screeched and she was shocked out of her reverie as it made her jump. Don't be silly Laura, you were so happy with those two years.
She absent mindedly rubbed her stomach, and found her mind flashed back to the last time they'd made love, if she'd known what was about to happen, would she have done something different? In the silence of the room she realised she missed the snoring that interrupted the darkness usually. She knew she'd have to punch him in the ribs or get him to turn over, and she on a rare occasion would spend her night in the spare room. Why did I complain about it? It seemed so silly now.
Laura woke to a loud snore that sounded like someone had started road works outside. She slowly opened her eyes, and found herself looking at the window still, sun streaming through the window this time. She waited for a moment to see if it was really road works or in fact was Robbie. Robbie's next breath vouched for her that it was him, rather than some ill – conceived council idea, and she found herself peering at the clock; where it read 4.30am. FINE. This time I mean business Robert Lewis! This had been the third time she'd been woken tonight. She turned over, gearing herself into action to push him over seeing that sharp jabs to his body wasn't going to help matters at all. She found herself looking directly into his face, the sun bean that had pushed its way into their bedroom, was lighting up Robbie as he slept, and she was amazed by the overwhelming love that enveloped her for this man, to the point where it almost took her breath away, and she felt overawed by how she felt. Laura had read about it in books before and seen it in films, sure, but she never thought it would happen to her, and she'd always scoffed at the idea of being that much in love. She knew she took him for granted and moaned at him for not doing things, but she loved him more than words could say. This morning, she realised that instead of trying to push him out of bed she wanted to wake him up and tell him how much she loved him.
She stared into the beautifully etched face and saw the young man she first met - only now older and his hair specked with grey and thinning rapidly. He's so handsome. How come I didn't realise that my soul mate was him for all these years?
She leant up on her elbow and as she was further down the bed then him, smiled wickedly at the thought of waking him up in the manner she knew he loved and then they both would enjoy the early morning before work, then we could both be as exhausted as each other for all the right reasons.
He was still naked, she knew that from having sex last night. She'd got up the first time his snoring had woken her and put on one of his long – shirts as it was still only Spring time so she still felt quite chilly in the night even with Robbie beside her. She moved her hand slowly up over his leg, whilst the snoring continued. Laura slowly reached the area that she knew would wake him and started to stroke him. She kept watching his face, and noticed him swallow, but nothing more than that happened.
Her stroking became long languishing strokes, and as she moved her hand the snoring stopped. Robbie's eyes flickered open with a look of surprise on his face that goes with the bafflement of being woken up from a deep slumber. Laura could tell that he had trouble focusing his eyes on her and when he finally replied he groaned from the pleasure.
'Ohhh pet.'
'Shhhh' she said, putting a finger to his lips. 'Good morning Inspector', she smiled at him, eyes sparkling. She pulled herself up and their mouths finally met, tongues rapidly exploring each others mouths, their teeth clashing, signalling their hunger for each other.
He moaned into her mouth as she changed her stroking. His hands slowly moved up and he gently tugged on her nipples through his shirt, causing arousal to shoot through Laura, making her feel on fire. She pulled away from this kiss 'No Inspector, this is your wake up call for keeping me awake.' He replied with a grunt of pleasure.
She started running kisses and lightly nipping him down over his neck and across his shoulders, as her hand gestures became more rapid. She moved her head down, over his nipples, licking them and tugging them. She knew what would work for him and she always used it to her best advantage.
'Ohhh Laura', he groaned as the pleasure started to overwhelm him.
he removed her hand from his length and he groaned at the loss of contact and from the pleasure that still needed to be abated. She smiled up at him through her eyelashes, and making sure they made eye contact, she inserted him gently into her mouth. Laura relished his taste in her mouth. She used her tongue and drew a light line up the side of his length. As she reached the tip, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive area, as his groaning suddenly became loud as an expletive escaped his mouth. As she tried to keep eye contact with him Laura realised how much she loved watching how he responded to her. Seeing him so aroused just made her feel equally aroused.
With her other hand, she started touching herself, massaging her breasts so that Robbie could see. She felt fire spread throughout her body. He watched her, and groaned, and his hands found their way into her hair, slightly tugging at her. Laura paused, withdraw him from her mouth and instead teased him with a light touch from her thumb.
'Laura' he grunted, 'Shit…Close'
She swirled lightly over his tip, and then inserted him back into her mouth. The sensation was enough for him to go over the edge and he exploded, shouting her name…,
Laura settled back down next to him nestling into him, relishing from the warmth of the body next to her,so happy that she could give something to the man she loved as he came back from the pleasure. They lay there for a while, just listening to their breathing.
'Wow pet…Is it me birthday and I don't know?' Robbie broke the silence.
She smiled remembering his birthday and how they'd spent it 'You should be so lucky…I just realised that the old elbow to the side manoeuvre wasn't working, so I thought of one way to wake you up and obviously it did the trick - it was either that or leave and sleep in a cold bed, which I really didn't fancy!'
'You're a wicked woman Doctor!' She felt him place a kiss on her hair. Lying there she could feel his heartbeat and she'd never felt safer.
'Bloody hell it's 5am and we don't have to be in work for...Ooooh another five hours– what say we make use of this early morning?' She looked up and saw he broke out into the boyish grin she so loved, causing arousal to flood through her again.
'I think you're onto something there Inspector,' she said as their mouths met, tongues intertwining with each other. They lay there kissing, side by side for some time, until Laura felt Robbie's free hand move up under her t-shirt and across to her breasts. He lightly touched them and then gently pulled on the nipples making her groan with the pleasure of not only what he was doing but also from feeling his arousal grow beside her leg.
He pulled his arm that was under Laura free, and positioned himself over her. Their kissing going from slow and languishing to deep and hungry, teeth clashing and tongues wildly exploring each others mouth. He pulled away suddenly and tried to pull the shirt that she was wearing over her head with some difficulty. Eventually she had to wiggle herself out, so that she wasn't lying on it and after what seemed like a life time he finally pulled it over her head, freeing her from it.
'You're ….beautiful pet', he said looking at her, grinning like a Chesire cat.
He leant down, and started to suck at her nipples. The sensation was that of sheer pleasure and it made her groan, whilst his hand moved slowly down over her stomach to her folds, and gently teased her. At the same time, he started to nip at her breasts, creating a new sensation as he masterfully inserted several fingers, lightly touching the place he knew would be her undoing.
'Robbie, please!' She begged, wanting to feel him in her.
From the times before, Robbie knew what she was begging for, and positioned himself over her, bringing his mouth onto her mouth. Teeth clashing and lightly biting at her lip as he slowly inserted himself. They were both still for a moment as to enjoy the moment and the fullness of being joined. Then Robbie started thrusting and Laura brought her hips up to join him, as their tongues wildly explored each others mouths. His thrusts became more powerful. Laura swung her legs around him to make him go deeper, and then she felt herself going and suddenly her vision was blurred as the pleasure overwhelmed her...
Laura walked down the stairs with the shirt she'd slept in back on- she'd fallen back to sleep for a bit only to wake and find that Robbie had left his place beside her in bed, his empty space was cold. They didn't have to be in work for another couple of hours - both had decided to start work late as there were not really any new cases on and she had reports to catch up on. She was curious as to see what Robbie was getting up too and half way down the stairs she got her answer as she was hit by the smell of bacon. Dread filled her slightly because his reputation as a chef went before him, and memories of the night they'd invited Lizzie and James over for a meal came flooding back. His idea had been to get pizza instead of to cook something, which in the end had turned out to be a very good idea. She padded into the lounge and could hear the radio and the frying of the food on the hob, sizzling, and the unmistakable sound of Robbie whistling to whatever was on the radio.
Laura stood just slightly aback from the kitchen, still in the lounge and looked into the kitchen. Seeing him it up by the morning sun, and she found herself counting her blessings - he may not be able to cook but she was a very lucky woman. He'd opened the back door to let the vast majority of the smell out as it was one of those slightly warm spring mornings to let the dewy morning air in, it made her shiver slightly as she felt the breeze against her skin was only wearing one of Robbie's shirts. She watched how happy he seemed to be. The happiness that when he returned from the British Virgin Islands Laura had thought had been lost forever. But here he was, in their kitchen, cooking food for them, and he was finally happy again and it made HER happy.
She walked into the kitchen and he looked up breaking out in a cheeky grin at seeing her.
'First you wake me up like that and then you appear in the kitchen when I'm cooking breakfast dressed like that'
'Well, aren't you lucky, Mr', she playfully hit him with a tea-towel, 'that I woke up and realised how much I loved you, instead of deciding how much I hated you for your snoring and pushed you out of bed'
'I'm a lucky man', he grinned, turning back to the burnt offerings in the pan. She walked around to where he was cooking and put her arms around him;
'So what did this use to be?' she quipped, trying to make sure he didn't sense her annoyance...
'Bacon….' He looked up and saw she was joking 'Oh very funny'
'It looks like something I could start doing lab tests on', Laura said poking it with a fork 'yup definitely dead' she said laughing. She looked up at him, and then turned around in the embrace; arms his neck and stood on tippy toe and kissed him like she was drowning, moaning with satisfaction as she did.. There was something about this man that just compelled her. Her annoyance over the cooking breakfast faded away.
'I love you so much Inspector Robbie Lewis', she whispered as she broke the kiss.
'I love you too, especially if every time we decide to go into work late you wake me up like that!' he broke into a grin, and his blue eyes sparkled causing Laura's stomach to somersault.
Suddenly, her thoughts were broken by the radio. 'It's late in the evening….' The first bar of Wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton started out on the radio.
'Listen!' Laura said, smiling at him and reached over to turn up the radio. 'Y'know it played at the Randolph when we went there. That time just after you saved that girl from the boat fire and well… and ever since it's made me smile whenever I hear it, and it just makes me feel so happy whenever I hear it, we were finally…..'
He interrupted her 'Oh luv, I looked at you when that song played that night and I realised how beautiful you looked, and how much I wanted you in my future'
She smiled at him and nestled into him, smelling the soapy smell of him, and felt his sturdy hands on her waist as she put her hands around his neck. Between them they slow danced by the hob, totally at one with each other.
'You really did look wonderful that night… ', Robbie started and Laura looked up at him, and he leant down and met her mouth and kissed her tenderly. He pulled away 'As you do now, pet.'
They kissed tenderly, each taking the time to taste the minty toothpaste they used from each other's tongues. Robbie's hand's started exploring from Laura's sides, and made their way down to rest on Laura's buttock, then he broke away from the kiss and looked at her.
'We should have it play at our wedding, Robbie', The words were out of her mouth before she had time to stop them, SHIT Laura.
She found his reaction strange, as she immediately felt him tense. A reaction he'd never had before. As fast as his reaction had been to tense, and the atmosphere had changed, so, it changed back again
'I never thought this kind of luck would happen twice, thank you very bringing me back to life' he murmured to her looking at her and suddenly she forget about his reaction and lost herself to another kiss.
Jean woke suddenly, feeling incredibly hot, she could feel the sweat beneath her and on her neck where Al's arm was resting. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to get away from Al as quickly as possibly so carefully she extracted herself from under Al's arm, whilst glancing at the clock to see that it was 2.30. She knew that she needed sleep especially if she was too be on the ball for tomorrow so she walked over to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on herself and her neck, and then grabbed her nighty and put it on. I'll get the fan from Chris's room and then get a glass of water, and then check up on Laura.
As she clutched the fan and the glass of water, she put her ear to the spare bedroom's door. She could hear something and the more she listened she realised it was sobbing coming from the other side of the door, she knocked and let herself in 'Laura?
The side lamp was on, and Jean in the dim light could see Laura's outline sat on the futon near the window. Jean could see, even in the dim light that Laura was sobbing. Laura quickly tried to cover up her crying, wiping away her tears, but at this point had reached the point where she couldn't breathe properly anymore and she was hiccupping with emotion.
'Oh darling…' putting down both the fan and the glass and walked over to her, sitting beside Laura and brought her into a massive hug.
'So….sorry….if… I… woke….'
Jean cut her dead, 'don't be silly -you didn't, I needed a fan, I woke up feeling so hot, so I thought I'd make sure you were OK.' Smiling at her.
Jean swayed Laura back and forth for a bit, while Laura brought her breathing under control, 'I just started thinking about him, and the last time we had…. Funny business,' Laura eventually said, and then did a laugh which turned into more of a sob when she thought of how Robbie would often call sex that.
'Funny business? Is that a medico legal term you often use Doctor?' Jean quipped, causing another sob laugh and then more tears from the small woman beside her.
They sat there for a while, Jean rocking Laura back and forth, calming her down again. She got up and handed her the half glass of water to Laura, who took it gratefully and took a sip.
'Have you even tried to sleep tonight?' Jean asked gently.
Laura shook her head, 'I was going too, but my mind is on fire, I mean… Hathaway could be the father and…we were so happy' she trailed off and then started again, completely changing the subject '…and it's so warm'
'Yeah it's very humid tonight isn't it? Jean decided to ignore the first part and got up and padded over to the fan she'd brought in, and put it into the switch so that it was resting in the right position over the bed 'Here that should be better!' She said motioning to Laura to get into bed.
'No… Jean, that's yours!'
'Well I'm hardly going to leave you now am I? Come on get on the bed, you should be getting some sleep!' Jean said whilst tossing the blankets off onto the floor and getting onto the bed, thanking her own intuition in bringing in a fan. 'Which side?' she asked forcibly
'But Al…' Laura started
'Al's a big man, Laura, he'll cope if he wakes to find I'm not there - he'll probably think I'm sleeping in Chris's room due to his snoring. So, which side?'
Laura pointed to the right, figuring it was best not to argue with Jean, and got up to join Jean in bed, feeling the fan's blissful cool air blowing down on her. She felt so tired, yet, was struggling to get everything out of her mind, she settled down next to Jean, who immediately got her hand and held it.
'Laura, I just wanted to say, together we'll…. Get through it.' She said rubbing Laura's hand, and saying it to believe it as much for herself as she was for Laura.
Laura felt her eyes closing now that she was next to someone, she felt safer, perhaps it was something to do with the someone being the Detective Superintendent, she didn't miss Jean saying we but felt suddenly too tired to query it. Instead Jean felt her nestle into the side of her body even though it was warm and snuggle up to her. Oh Laura.
'I want to wake up… dream.. Dallas…. Bobby…' Laura mumbled into Jean's side as sleep slowly began to take her over, Jean smiled sadly at her knowing full well what Laura was talking about. Laura's breathing steadily evened out and Jean allowed herself to fall asleep knowing Laura was safely asleep and away from the pain. As she drifted off she allowed herself to think about the coming day hoping it wouldn't be as bad and wouldn't hold any surprises.