"Perfect Night"
WRITTEN BY DAYNE DINNING
~This fanfic follows on from Surprising Acts Of Forgiveness
# Disclaimer – I do not own Emmerdale or any of the characters used.
Reviews welcome as always
"Right you!" Chas was standing by her car as the boys walked down to the house to get some stuff for Jackson. "Look after him, and Aaron look after yourself" she shook her head.
Jackson turned to look at her. "I will" he smiled.
Aaron had turned and frowned. "I'll try" he grinned.
Chas smirked and shook her head before walking into the cottage.
"So, no more hospital visits for a while please?" Jackson asked him as he took his hand.
Aaron nodded. "Got ya" he smiled.
They were at the hospital for a few hours after waiting to be seen. His hand was now wrapped in a sterile bandage. Aaron sighed as they neared the house. "Why do you put up with me eh?" he asked as his mind ran back to the money laundering situation.
Jackson stopped, as did Aaron and he looked at him. "I don't put up with you...at all...I love you and you're the one I wanna spend my life with, you're -" Jackson looked away and sighed contently then looked back at Aaron. "You're just a beautiful disaster" Jackson placed his hand on Aaron's face lovingly. "I'll never get to the point where I'm putting up with you, I hope you don't either" he smiled.
Aaron shook his head. "Never"
"Good..." Jackson said as they started walking again.
When they came to the house both men stopped at the sight of the broken window. Aaron frowned deeply and slowly walked to the front door but was pulled back by Jackson. "What you doing?" Jackson asked.
"I'm going to see if anyone's inside..."
Jackson shook his head. "No, you're not, we'll call the police"
Aaron sighed and started walking again. "Assuming you didn't change the locks..." Aaron said as he pulled out his keys.
"You never listen do you!" Jackson became frustrated.
"No, it's very rare I do" he grinned as he placed the key in the hole and turned the lock.
"Yeah tell me about it, babe just please get back will you?"
"Will you sshhh, Jesus...the more time spent debating this gives whoever might be in there - a better chance of running off – I'm going in Jackson" his mind was made up and he pushed the handle down and slowly opened the door. He turned to Jackson and nodded at him to follow.
Jackson walked behind him.
"Anything look missing?" Aaron asked; speaking quietly. The place hadn't changed a lot, good memories flooded back. Except of course now he stood in glass which crunched under his shoes, he was brought back to the current situation. "Who do you think it was?" Aaron asked.
Jackson shook his head. "There are two people..." he looked around. "No...Not down here..." he answered as he approached the stairs. "One whose name I'm not saying or Dan...Wouldn't be surprised, he was defeated after what happened, anger would sure follow"
"Hmmm..." Aaron mumbled "I'm not going to argue with this one, so we're both going up" Aaron smirked as he joined his lover at the bottom of the stairs and they started walking up together.
A long while later, both men emerged from the house a little flustered, Aaron straightened his t-shirt and Jackson buttoned the remaining ones he had left to do as they walked away up to the pub. They smirked at each other and as Jackson looked ahead, Aaron kept his gaze on him, he was perfect, handsome and everything anyone could want in a man. "You wanna have a nice meal when we get back? I mean properly, table all done up nice, no interruptions, just us"
"I'd love that" Jackson smiled.
Aaron nodded, his still gaze never left Jackson. He was completely in love with this man, and it would last a lifetime.
Alicia knocked on the door to the back. Aaron shouted her in, she was carrying the till. "Alright?" he smiled as he peaked around from the kitchen, where he was cooking.
"Yeah good" she smiled. "Mmm, smells nice" she commented.
"Yeah thought we'd have a romantic night once the pub was shut, I'm sorry for disappearing earlier, you and Moira manage alright though" he smiled.
Alicia nodded. "We do, it hasn't been a bad night actually, do you want me to put it in the safe?"
"Uh yeah please, I'm struggling to cook to be honest..." he said then spoke again in a whisper. "But don't tell Jackson" he chuckled.
Alicia winked. "Our secret" she said as she turned and knelt down and pulled open the heavy door and placed the till inside.
"Thanks, I'll sort that in the morning" he smiled.
"No problem..." she stood up again and left the living room to grab her coat. Aaron followed her through the bar to lock up behind her.
"Have a good night" she said before walking home.
"You too" he smiled and closed the door, locked it and bolted it up, then double checked the back door and walked back into the kitchen to tend to his sizzling frying pan.
Jackson walked down from the bathroom and was surprised at how romantic Aaron had actually set the table out; candles, table-cloth and only the best cutlery and glasses and for what? A full English. But Jackson loved how simple it all was, Aaron wasn't one for anything posh or fancy, the setting of the table was still a huge gesture. He walked further in and saw him struggling with mainly the one hand to use, the other was able to do some things but was very limited; he also heard him mumbling under his breath, his aura beamed frustration. But that was another thing he loved about Aaron, his dedication to the things he loved and in this case Jackson.
"Do you want a hand babe?" he chuckled. "Sorry...wrong word to use their eh?" he rolled his eyes.
Aaron turned to him. "No sit down, it'll be ready in a few minutes"
Jackson smiled and sat down at the table. He watched him with a smile.
Aaron walked over a few minutes later with the plates and he sat down. Took a second or two to relax and started eating. "I'm sorry if you were expecting something...I dunno...something very Marlon" he chuckled.
Jackson shook his head. "No, this is perfect handsome, thankyou. You've gone to a lot of effort, it means a lot, although you should have let me help, I can't imagine how bad that is stinging... " he looked at his hand.
Aaron shook it off. "It's bearable and I managed, you deserve to just relax"
Jackson smiled. "So do you" he smiled. "We could have gotten a takeaway"
"Ugh, god no, anymore of those and I'll probably throw up, and if Pearl brings round anymore cakes I swear you have to eat some and bin the rest before I see them because I'll look like a balloon soon"
Jackson sat watching, transfixed him. He rested his elbows on the table and his chin on his fists. "I don't care what you look like but I meant what I said though babe, you really do have to relax aswell"
Those words made him smile widely. He knew how Jackson felt about him but hearing the littlest of things like that made the three years apart and everything just so worthwhile. "I can wait" he smiled before carrying on eating.
When their late night meal was done, Aaron cleared away the plates – well into the sink at least until the morning and they cuddled up on the sofa watching TV with a can of lager. Jackson lay with his head resting up on Aaron's chest; he slipped his hand in under his t-shirt and kept it there against his hot skin and muscles. He could hear his heart beating. He smiled to himself when Aaron spoke. "I was thinking..." he began.
"Yeah?" Jackson asked.
"Do you wanna live with me again?" Aaron asked and for some reason held his breath unknowingly in anticipation.
Jackson lifted himself up off his chest and looked at Aaron. "I'm here most nights anyway babe"
"Yeah...I know but there's nothing that belongs you here, I want this to be our home, I want nothing more than to have you here all the time"
Jackson smiled. "I want that too" he nodded. "Of course I will, I'll move in..." he thought.
"Tomorrow" Aaron grinned.
Jackson chuckled and nodded as he placed his hand on Aaron's neck. "Tomorrow" he smiled before their lips locked in a passionate embrace...
To Be Continued...
