A/N: Thank you fore reading and reviewing. Genco OliveOil, I know I promised some of Miles here but... It started like short shots of Juliet/James fluff and even so I found myself turning that in some kind of plot I still like those little scenes of them simply being together.
"You're back so soon?" Juliet asked from the kitchen.
James smiled taking in the delicious smell. It felt so right to come home to her preparing the dinner. He could have imagined they still were in their little yellow house if not for the sight out of the window.
"James" She waved her hand in front of his face pulling him out of his reverie.
"It appeared Miles didn't need me there after all." He shrugged not wanting to think about Miles right now. "Which is absolutely fine with me." He murmured hugging her tight and kissing her ear lightly.
"Let me go James" she pulled aside."Unless you want to clean the kitchen after all."
"Mmm about that" He said pulling away reluctantly. "Miles wanted to meet us for a dinner. How do you feel about Chinese?"
"It's okay." She replied not paying much of attention. Then a second later "Wait. Are you talking about tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I'm. But if you don't want to go, I just tell him"
"No, no. It's really okay. It's Miles after all and I want to see him, too."
"Then why such a reaction, Blondie?"
"I" She started then paused confused. "I don't know. I just have that strange feeling that I should be somewhere else or at least have something else to do but I can't remember what exactly."
"You're just too much of a workaholic, sweetheart. You need to relax a little."
He hugged her from behind nuzzling her neck.
"And what do you have in mind, Detective? I'm open to suggestions. " She whispered leaning into him.
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas but what about your cooking here" He said teasingly stepping away from her.
"We're going out for a dinner. No sense in making anything right now." She said determinedly taking the pan off the fire and turning to him. "Now about those ideas of yours."