Rating: T
Genre: Romance/ Comfort
Pairing: Paul/ OC - Skylar
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Summary: They had reached their first hurdle. Will they overcome it?
Prompt: Hitch-hiking picture
Word-Count: 378
A/N: Follow on from Love In between and The Casual Imprint. I don't know what's happening to me, lately. This is all so tame. I blame Paul ;)
They had their first row three months into the relationship.
Paul's engine kept playing up and Jake was swamped with work. It went against the grain to go to another mechanic. Especially one who charged the earth.
Luckily, he was able to patch up the engine and for a while it worked.
XxX
It would be raining, he thought bitterly to himself as he left the car and made for the road, his thumb in the air.
No matter how far or how close to the road he stood, no-one was picking him up. To top it off, his phone had died and he was too hyped up to phase.
So all that was left was to hope that someone would take pity on him!
XxX
"Taxi, sir?"
He'd stepped aside, not wanting to be splashed by the puddles. When the car didn't pass, he looked back, sighing with relief.
It was Skylar. She smirked from the safety of the warm car. "Car trouble?"
He shook his head. She'd warned him that the car would bail on him. She'd even offered to loan him the cash to get it fixed, which he refused.
Her tone was impatient. "Come on Paul. Just take the money."
That annoyed him more than the failing engine. "I don't need it Sky. I'll manage."
She hadn't pushed the issue, knowing all too well the pride men wore as a second skin.
XxX
They pulled up outside her apartment and after a reviving shower; he overheard her putting a call to Jake, requesting a tow-truck.
She looked up as he padded over to her, wrapping his arms about her waist, nuzzling her back as she finished her call.
"M'Sorry." He murmured.
She turned in his arms and he moved his hands to her cheeks. "It's okay. I get that you don't like to ask for help."
He shook his head, his eyebrow raised. "Nor do you."
She laughed. "That's true. So what are we going to do about it?"
His eyes focused on her lips. "Well, since we've had our first fight, now we get to make up!"
"Call that a fight? You, Lahote, have no idea."
He swung her up in his arms, laughing at the squeal, before she could distract him further.