He looked down at himself, to where she pointed and stated that his uniform was on back to front. Meanwhile, she stood in the doorway to the staffroom, looking as put together and beautiful as she always did. You would simply never believe him if he were to recount her manner of the night before.

"I genuinely don't understand how..." He trailed off, gesturing at her as he leant into the body of the locker, defeated.

"How what, Muscles?"

"You." He offered simply. She smiled slightly, before moving further into the room and closing the door behind her. She put her hands to the hem of his top, her fingers tickling his chest as she lifted it, her feet slipping from her heels as she rose to reach his arms. He helped her, before shrugging it on to the floor and placing his arms around her waist. They sprung apart suddenly as the door handle turned and Robyn walked in, her mouth open, watching awkwardly as she quickly turned and walked back towards reception to the ladies'.

"Right boss, when Rita finds me later and complains about how I can't use the staff room for sexual antics when her nurses need to change-"

"I'll take the blame."

He leant down and kissed her, before bending to pick up his top and shrugging it back on the right way. She tried to supress her smile as she looked out of the door, where she could see a large group of blue uniforms gathering, red hair bobbing up and down in earnest at the centre. "Looks like you're up for a fun shift." She bit her lip as he rolled his eyes at her comment, before opening his locker and placing his bag and jacket inside.

"N-uh, don't you..." He tried to push her back as she eyed the locker door, noticing the collage of photos he had stuck on the inside of it. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the four in the centre, of her and him. She turned to look at him, smiling as she noticed his panicked expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well I... Everyone's seen them. I didn't think you'd-" His words were interrupted as she placed a finger to his lips, an eyebrow raised.

"You're ashamed of having photos of your girlfriend in your locker?"

"No, no that's not what I meant."

"Oh?"

"I just didn't think you'd want... Oh, I don't know-"

"Jacob, stop wittering."

"I'm not..." Again, she raised an eyebrow and stuck her tongue into her cheek. "Will you stop looking at me like that? All questioning and sexy and beautiful, I'm too tired. And you know, it isn't fair, because you had far more than I did last night; you were a mess, albeit a very lovely mess but a definite mess all the same. And look at you! You're fine. More than fine, you're like you and perfect and I... I can't even get dressed." She watched him as he spoke, her mouth twitching and her hands desperate to pull him to her. She restrained herself, instead she folded her arms across her chest and waited for him to finish.

"I'm now very interested to hear your definition of 'wittering' if that wasn't it."

He sighed, closing the locker door before walking past her to open the door, groaning as his head seemed to take a few seconds to catch up with his body. "You're something else, I swear. Not human."

She grinned, not a sway in her ankles as she walked over to him and tapped a finger to his nose on her way out. "Rude."