Jimmy didn't exactly force himself to complain as Cecilia pressed her lips to his. It had been two days since they had last seen each other and Cecilia had called him that morning to ask if he fancied a bottle of whiskey and a pizza that night. He had agreed, asking if they should meet at his place or her place. She had said his place. She hated going back home. She hated where she lived. She hated the dull apartment and the memories of going back and being alone.

Of course, at least she had an apartment. Jimmy lived in the back of the nail salon. He had a sofa bed in his office. He really had nothing. But Cecilia respected that about him. She respected him for being able to keep going. He had bills and he had debts, but he kept on pushing. He wouldn't give up on his dream of being a lawyer and Cecilia respected that.

She also couldn't deny that she was attracted to him. She doubted she would have slept with him if she wasn't attracted to him. She doubted that she would have walked into his office with pizza and alcohol and forgotten all about them if she didn't find him attractive. That was why she tossed the food and drink onto his desk and grabbed hold of him, tugging at his tie until her mouth found his.

Jimmy didn't entirely complain, his hands running down her back until they found her backside, his fingers cupping it and pushing her closer to him. She moaned into his mouth as she felt him move them towards the sofa, sitting down until she straddled him. Pulling back for a moment as she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, she saw Jimmy clasp hold of her hips, his thumb roaming over her hipbones.

"Well that was a nice greeting," Jimmy muttered and Cecilia let her lips quirk at hearing him. "So how was your day?"

Cecilia arched a brow as she shrugged out of her dress, tugging it down her arms until it pooled at her waist and Jimmy took in her pale skin, her breasts covered in a white lacy bra as he let his eyes wander to them before gulping.

"Do you want to talk about my day, which, incidentally, involved writing about a public urination case, or do you want me to take this dress off and we can skip the boring talk?"

Jimmy pretended to muse for a moment, looking to the ceiling as he moved his hands to his cheeks, cupping hold of his face. "Such a tough decision," he said, falsely pondering as Cecilia laughed, the noise hearty as her hands went back to tug at her dress, pulling it upwards.

"Well, I don't want to make anything more difficult for you so public urination it is," she said and Jimmy moved his hands then, stopping her from completing the motion as she looked to him and he smiled back up to her.

"That doesn't mean you need to get dressed," Jimmy said and she leant down to kiss him tenderly, her hand holding his cheek as she made the motion.

…

Jimmy didn't know if he was a hopeless romantic. He didn't know if he was a fool or if he just wanted someone because he was so lonely. He didn't know. All that he knew was that he couldn't help himself from watching Cecilia as she slept soundly by his side. She had the duvet pulled up to her chin, her cheek pressed on his chest as his arm held her shoulders.

But when he looked down to Cecilia he kept imagining what it might be like to wake up to her every morning. He knew exactly what he could be like. He could be impulsive and he could over-evaluate everything. He suspected that was what he was doing now. Cecilia had been very clear that she didn't want a relationship. Jimmy wouldn't be surprised if she was still in love with her ex-husband, even though he was nothing but a steaming pile of crap.

"What time is it?" Cecilia's voice entered his ears and he lifted his wrist, checking his watch.

The only light came from the lamp he had left on. Blinking to check, he spoke in a husky voice; "Half past ten."

"Is that it?" Cecilia wondered. "I feel like I've been asleep for hours."

"Only two," Jimmy said.

"Have you been awake?" she wondered back.

"Always am," he informed her. "Recently, anyway, I've been struggling to sleep. I keep thinking about things."

She lifted up slightly, her hands coming to press on his chest as she let her chin rest on her knuckles. She looked him in the eye as the back of his hand came down to run over her cheek, the motion tender and soothing as his eyes looked to the ceiling.

"What about?" she wondered from him.

"Bills…no clients…I'm living in a box…and I'm pretty much bankrupt."

"Then let me help," Cecilia urged from him.

Looking down to her, he arched his brows and shook his head at her. He moved his free hand to rest on her naked back under the sheets, feeling her warm breath on his neck as she breathed. Jimmy let his fingers tickle on her bare skin and she kept her eyes on his face.

"I can't ask that," Jimmy said. "You're barely holding onto your own job. You…you shouldn't be worrying about me, Ce. You have yourself to worry over."

"Stop it," Cecilia urged from him. "I want to help you. You're my friend. What is it you need?"

Jimmy shook his head. "I am not taking money from you," he said, voice defiant. She said nothing to him as he kept on talking. "Besides, I should be able to do this on my own. I'm nearly a middle-aged man and it was my choice to go out on my own. I wanted to be a lawyer. I thought that there was money being a lawyer."

Cecilia nodded. "There is if you work for a big firm like HHM," she promised him. "But you don't. You wanted to do this on your own."

"Such an idiot," Jimmy said. "I was earning more when I worked in the mailroom."

"But this is what you want, right?" Cecilia asked. "You want to make it on your own? Things like this take hard work, Jimmy. You'll get there eventually."

Smirking, Jimmy watched as she moved closer to him and kissed him chastely, her forehead pressing against his. He felt the ends of her hair come down to his neck, tickling the skin there as she smiled to him.

"You have too much faith in me," he said.

"That's because you have no faith at all," Cecilia said. "Besides, I've seen you in court."

"And you think that's me?" Jimmy enquired and she shrugged.

"I think it is an exaggerated version of you," she responded. "We all put on some kind of façade when we're at work, right? Isn't that the done thing? But you're good. You're good at what you do."

"Doesn't feel like it," Jimmy responded.

"I felt like that," Cecilia said. "When I was interning before I made it as a journalist. I was running around New York and working at all these newspapers and I barely had enough money to keep my one bed apartment."

"Yeah," Jimmy said, "but you were young and in your twenties. If you wanted to you could go back to New York and be a high-flying journalist again. You know that you could. I know you said that you couldn't afford to do it, but I think you could."

Cecilia shrugged. "Just like I think that you can do this," she responded with him. "Maybe we're both just a bit lost right now? But I want to help, Jimmy. Let me help."

Jimmy moved to push her hair behind her ear, his fingers spanning over her cheek as he made the motion.

"You help just by being here," he promised her. "Let's just forget about it, okay? I could do with some cold pizza right now."

"That I can do," Cecilia assured him, patting his chest and moving to grab the food.

…

When Jimmy had asked if Cecilia wanted to do something that weekend, he didn't know what he had imagined. Dressed in a shirt and jeans, he met her at the supermarket after she had told him she needed to get groceries. He had parked his car and found her by the entrance, dressed in a summer blue dress with her hair tugged into a ponytail, sunglasses on top of her head.

"Hey," she said once she saw him and Jimmy couldn't help but notice everything about her now; from the way her calf muscles tensed when she moved to the way her chest would rise and fall gently.

"Hey," Jimmy responded, focusing on her face. "So what do you need?"

"Ugh, everything," she complained to him. "I'm down on so many types of groceries. I was also thinking that you could come over for dinner tonight if you fancied it? Considering you don't own an oven I thought I might cook us something?"

Jimmy nodded at her, grabbing hold of a trolley and pushing it for her as she wandered by his side down the aisles, putting things into the mesh wired trolley. Jimmy would often find his eyes straying over to her, especially when he saw her focus on the list she was holding, her battered brown satchel clanging against her side as she walked on.

"So what are we cooking tonight?" Jimmy wondered, adjusting the collar of the green polo shirt he wore as they stood in the vegetable aisle and Cecilia looked over the carrots.

"I was thinking a pasta in tomato sauce," she informed him. "Add some peppers, carrots and…"

She trailed off as soon as she looked down the aisle, her eyes going over Jimmy's shoulder as she spotted the man in the distance moving towards them. His eyes met hers and Cecilia gulped as Jimmy turned his head over the shoulder and then back to the front, rolling his eyes.

"Martin," Cecilia found herself greeting the man who was now her ex-husband as he wandered by his new wife.

"Cecelia," Martin responded in a curt and clipped tone. "How are you?"

"Fine," Cecilia responded, her tone just as forced as she looked at her ex-husband, wondering exactly what to do.

The sight of him still did something to her and she didn't know how to push past that feeling. She wanted to move on. She had to move on. In a way she had pushed on slightly with Jimmy by her side.

"Good," Martin said, removing a hand from the trolley as he pushed a hand through his short, clipped brown hair. He wore a striped blue shirt, the top two buttons undone and his jeans were tight on his skinny frame.

The woman beside him was petite, her blue eyes wide and her hair blonder than Cecelia had ever seen it. Marnie Goldsmith was everything that Rachel hated. She hated the sight of her and her perfect figure, her wardrobe full of tight fitting dresses that emphasised her curves. Her face was also pristine with makeup and her hair neatly coiffed. She really was perfect.

"Listen, Cecelia," Martin began. "I know it's been a year since we split, but we have something to let you know."

"Oh?" Cecilia wondered.

But Martin didn't need to say anything. Cecelia already knew as soon as Marnie placed her hand on her stomach.

"We're expecting a baby," Martin said.

"I see," Cecelia said with pursed lips.

"We wanted to do the respectful thing, of course," Marnie declared, having the audacity to look to Cecelia. "We wanted to tell you ourselves."

Jimmy scoffed, unable to stop himself. Martin's eyes flashed onto the lawyer as Cecelia also looked to him. But it was too late. Martin was already snapping at Jimmy.

"And what's so funny?" Martin demanded.

Holding his hands up in defence, Jimmy let go of the trolley as Cecelia stood by his side, tossing some carrots into the basket.

"Just talking about doing the respectful thing," Jimmy said. "I would have thought that the respectful thing would have been not cheating on your wife in the first place."

Martin seethed as Marnie let out a deep breath.

"And do you expect me to take lessons on morality from Albuquerque's most unethical lawyer?" Martin demanded. "I know who you are, Jimmy McGill. I also know that you're washed up and not exactly someone to be lecturing me on respect."

"Hey," Cecelia snapped at her ex-husband. "Don't talk to him like that."

"It's alright," Jimmy promised Cecelia. "He can call me whatever he likes if it makes him feel less like a piece of shit for what he did to you."

Gaping, Cecelia could scarcely believe what she was hearing as Jimmy watched Martin slowly grow with anger, his pale cheeks turning red with anger. She knew that Martin didn't appreciate being spoken to in such a manner, but she couldn't help but feel something like joy at hearing Jimmy stick up for her like he was doing.

"Some classy guy you've bagged yourself here, Ce," Martin scoffed.

"At least he doesn't cheat on me," Cecelia said. "And who I see or date is no longer your concern. We've been divorced for a year."

"Whatever," Martin said with a roll of his eyes and he began to move on, Marnie having no other option but to follow. "Scummy lawyer."

"Never heard that one before," Jimmy retorted as they left and Cecelia looked up to him as he glanced back down to her. "You deserve so much better than that asshole."

"Thank you," Cecelia said to Jimmy. "But I think we should pay for these and get out of here before you or Martin start a brawl in the freezer aisle."

…

A/N: Do let me know what you think!