When she arrived at the hospital, Isobel felt like she might cry. This was home. Somewhere where she spent endless shifts helping Richard and 'being bossy' as he once told her before getting one of her outraged glares and a turn of the nose. He had once told her that she never looked more attractive than when she got feisty, she was about to take it the wrong way before she looked into his smoky blue eyes and pressing her lips to his.

By God she had missed him, she missed his accent and that infuriating trait which always riled her up. She missed his perfect body and being held and cuddled when she was not feeling her best. Their physical relationship had been progressing before Richard threw an ice bucket on it….those kisses, when he came up being her as she read files in his office and putting his on her hips as she leaned backwards into him. It was the most intimate thing and she yearned to feel the touch of those strong yet gentle hands again.

It was late morning yet the weather was so dark, all the lamps in the ward were still lit almost creating a golden path to her destination as she strode purposefully nodding to a couple of nurses as she went along. The office was immaculate, she prided herself on cleanliness but his military tidiness still astounded her.

It did reflect their characters, she was always frittering away, chasing some far away goal while he was always squared away, reserved and simply getting on with it. It was like God had sent her an angel to square her away as she tried to find her purpose again now that her son had grown up.

He was there, his wonderful complexion looking flushed from the nearby fire, stethoscope hanging from his neck with those confounded reading glasses which drove her absolutely mad. She longed to wrap her arms around him and adjust his bow tie and cover those soft lips with her own.

Richard spotted movement in the doorway and looked up. He was not even sure if he was dreaming. Isobel was standing there like a vision, wearing a dark dress with white embroidered flowers which reminded him a bit of a kimono. It flattered her figure and was more feminine than her usual outfits and she looked a bit like a doll – his Isobel was a real doll.

"I did not expect you here today." He said in a low voice, almost afraid of scaring her away.

The vision made her way toward him and smiled adorably, her large brown eyes sparkling in the low light which made the office seem more intimate and cosy. He recalled how cosy it was in his cot with her in his arms.

"I have been thinking about you ever since you left me in a mess when Ethel walked in." Richard was about to object when she put up her hand "I know why you did it and even if I was angry at first, I realise you were only trying to do right by both of us. You see, I am impulsive, Richard. Sometimes I cannot see farther than the tip of my nose but you are always ten steps ahead."

The blonde doctor got up and circled the desk and lead Isobel to the cot section before locking the door.

"You have no idea how relieved I am that you don't hold this against me. My feelings towards you are genuine. I'm not interested in some fling, I want to marry you, brown eyed girl…"

Isobel did what she had been longing to do for the past weeks. She toed her shoes off, lead Richard to lie in the cot and climbed into his arms. "Funny…" she said, taking off his reading glasses "I want to marry you too my sweet doctor."

Elation ran through them as their lips met and Isobel was wasting no time as started removing one item of clothing after another. Richard took care of her hairpins but got a bit frustrated when he ended up shirtless and his trousers unfastened and he was still having problems with Isobel's dress. She laughed when he growled at it and lead him to the hidden buttons on the side. That set him in a good mood again and she had the opportunity to shower his face neck and shoulders with kisses.

Richard's quick surgeon hands made quick work of her dress and corset and discovered the milky flesh he had been longing to touch and taste for year. His warm hands were setting her on fire and she was already pliable in his arms when he asked for permission through his heated gaze. She nodded, eyes wide yet soft - he could tell she was a little scared but she trusted him and he was determined to be as gentle as he could with her even if he knew they were not going to last long.

He entered her and hissed at her wetness and tightness as she gave a moan which turned into mewls as she got used to him. She stroked his leg with hers, urging him to move and he obliged her noting with a certain pride that none of them could claim to be silent in bed. At some point her mewls turned into cries of ecstasy as she orgasmed over and over which drove him to his own rather overwhelming release as they held on tightly to one another. As their breathing normalised,

Richard turned to lay on his back and Isobel looked a bit dejected. Richard smiled... he had just learned that his soon to be wife liked to cuddle after love making. He reached out and pulled her to him by the waist covering her face with kisses as he ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp.

"We're getting married my darling...I can't believe it."

Isobel giggled as his mustache tickled her cheek "Oh yes! It's going to be so much fun!"

AN: Final chapter guys! I have not written M in a while, please let me know what you think :)