Rita slammed the office door shut behind her harder than she meant to. Trying to mask her heavy breathing, she half ran to the staff toilets. She looked in the mirror and a wide grin spread across her face. Her face was flushed, her hair completely wild, her scrubs top was pulled half down and she had a trail of neat hickeys down her neck.

'Trust Connie to be neat about it' she mused to herself.

Rita rested her head on the cool surface of the mirror and let the events of the previous ten minutes play out again. And what amazing events they were. On the desk, the sofa, against the bookcase. Those bikers leathers will be the death of her.

Fixing her hair and straightening her top, Rita left the toilets and went to sit at the Nurse's station.

Connie's office door opened and she stepped out in her leather jacket. She beamed at Rita momentarily before gliding out of the ED. Rita watched her go in awe.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

The text read: 'It's Connie. Come over to mine tonight. No excuses. I've got something for you'

Followed by her address.

The butterflies in her stomach Rita had only just suppressed were in full flight again. She checked the clock - 15 minutes till her shift ended.

Rushing to the locker room, Rita nearly barged into Tess.

"Don't you have 15 minutes left of your shift Rita?"

"Urrrm yes but we're quiet and I've really got to rush off. I've urm...got somewhere to be."

Changing at lightning speed, Rita barrelled down the corridor nearly tripping over Ethan coming the other way and practically ran out through the car park. Robyn, Lofty and Max watched her go grinning.

Max smiled cheekily. "Now if that wasn't a booty call then I don't know what is."

Rita made a mad dash home and slammed the door. What the hell was going to happen? She has something for me? She knew what she hoped it was. And what the bloody hell was she going to wear?

Ignoring her inner conscience outlining the risks of this course of action, Rita charged up the stairs and opened up her wardrobe door.

"Okay...come on Freeman. Let's see what you've got."

20 minutes later Rita was ready. After a shower, she'd chosen dark grey jeans and a strappy top with her dark jacket over it. She checked her phone and her heart beat a little faster.

The text from Connie simply read: 'I'm waiting'

She slammed her front door and jumped down the front steps two at a time.

Connie only lived a few streets away it seemed so Rita walked, well basically ran, to her door. Taking a deep breath, Rita knocked lightly not wanting to chip the paint on the fancy door. To say she felt out of place was putting it mildly. She shuffled from foot to foot nervously.

Connie opened the door still in her bikers leathers. Rita nearly fell over. All she could picture was the moment in the office. Connie laughed at the effect it had on her.

"Are you going to come in or stand on the front doorstep all night?"

Rita shook her head, not trusting her voice, and stepped over the threshold.

"Wow this place is huge..."

She stood carefully in the corridor, trying her best not to touch anything. Everything looked so expensive and breakable.

"You can come in you know Rita. I don't bite, despite rumours suggesting otherwise..."

Rita gulped and followed Connie to the kitchen.

"So urm...what's this 'something' you have for me?" Rita pronounced the word as though it was made of china.

Connie smirked and shook her head. "I thought we could have dinner first...that's dessert."

Ria blushed.

They ate sitting across from each other at the kitchen table.

"This is really nice." Rita tried not to talk with her mouth full. She was concentrating on using her cutlery correctly.

"Thanks."

Rita broke the awkward silence.

"Connie?"

"Hmm?"

"You know what happened in the bathroom...and then your office." Connie smirked.

"Yes I do remember."

"Are you always that impulsive?"

Connie was slightly taken aback by the question. She recovered quickly.

"Oh yes."

"But wasn't it a bit risky..." Rita held her hands up.

"I mean I'm not complaining don't worry, but, what if someone had walked in on us. You know seeing the Clinical Lead undress her Staff Nurse Manager. It'd be all over Holby like wildfire."

Connie laughed.

"Risk adds to the thrill."

Rita raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on her lips.

"Oh you like a risk then?"

"Definitely. I did make sure to put up the cleaning sign on the door before I went in so there was less chance anyone would catch us. Calculated risks."

Rita looked impressed.

"Is that what I am then? A risk?"

"Oh you Ms Freeman. You're my calculated risk."

Connie took the plates to the side, she had her back to Rita.

"So...now is it time for dessert?" Rita put on her best innocent face.

A smile spread across Connie's face. She took Rita's hand and led her upstairs.

Connie stirred and rolled over. The bed next to her was empty but still warm. She took a moment to appreciate the events of the night before and grinned. She heard the radio playing loudly downstairs. Curious, she put on her dressing gown and went downstairs. She stopped in the doorway.

Rita was facing the sink wearing a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms she had brought singing along to the radio as she washed the dishes from the night before.

"Sugaaaarr, yes please. Won't you come and put it down on meee!"

Connie watched from the doorway making sure Rita hadn't heard her come in. Rita fist pumped the air and bopped her head.

"Show me good lovin', make it alright. Need a little sweetness in my life!"

Looking on Connie felt something she hadn't for a long time. She felt content. Content with here and now. In that moment.