Needed some pure fluff and a cheeky bit of flirting/smut after the last couple of updates. Don't want it all be angsty Japril. This is a filler one shot thing really but there will be more gritty stuff to come, I promise.

Enjoy!

Month Six

'Six months already. I love you more every day. Jackson xxx'

"Ooh, roses… what did he do?" Christina asked, teasing the red head as she sidled up beside her. She smirked as April rolled her eyes and replaced the decorative bunch back onto the nursing station. "Seriously, why the roses?" She asked, flitting her eyes between the flowers and younger surgeon. She really knew how to push April's buttons. "Fine I'll read the card then." She added, defeated by April's silence, reaching over to retract the small square from the bunch. As her eyes skimmed the words, she wrinkled her nose before replacing it. "Ok that's made me want to throw up a little in my mouth."

"I'll see you later, Christina." April mumbled, noting Ross crossing the lobby wearing a wide grin. No doubt he had come to whisk his mentor away with news of important Harper-Avery worthy work to discuss as a matter of importance. She didn't even care how bitter she sounded in her head.

"So you got your flowers then?" A familiar voice said, abruptly stopping behind April and jutting his jaw over her shoulder, to whisper in her ear. "I thought you deserved something almost as equally as beautiful as yourself."

April's lips broke into a wide smile, turning quickly to come face to face with Jackson. It no longer surprised her that her heart would skip a beat every time their eyes connected. She wasn't sure she was ever going to tire of the same feeling every time they saw one and other. "I did. They are extremely beautiful… thank you." She replied.

"You deserve them because you're you… and because you've coped so well over the last couple of months. I wanted to show you I'm proud of my wife." He continued, brushing over the events of the last few weeks lightly. It was still tender, maybe it would always be, but for now it was the past and it was time to celebrate their future.

"I don't need flowers for me to know you're proud of me." April told him, with an absent mind, reaching out a hand and placing it on his arm. It was such a simple and yet tender gesture toward the man she loved, that caused his heart to swell just a little more. It was already at risk of bursting, past its capacity he was sure.

"What about dinner instead then? Say nine, after my shift has ended?"

April twisted her mouth into a strange shape, and he was already certain of what her response was going to be. "Jackson I…" She started.

"You're going to be in surgery, right?" It was hard to ignore the clear disappoint in his tone. This was just a repeat of similar episodes over the last few weeks. It was becoming a regular thing that she would turn down something to work. Quite honestly? It infuriated him.

"I would have loved to, Jackson but you know, Hunt is really riding my ass after what happened last month with Jane Doe." She tried to explain. It was almost like she had scolded her son, taking in the nonchalant expression he was offering to her. Why did he always make her feel so bad for saying no? After all, he was a surgeon too. Could he not just learn to accept they had to plan life round work, and not the other way around?

"We could have dinner tomorrow, instead? I get off work at six."

"Hmm." He responded with clear lack of interest. "Depends on work I suppose."

"Jackson." She tried, reaching out to touch his arm again. This time her tender gesture was not as warmly received.

"I'll see you later." He simply told her, turning on his heel and heading off towards the elevators.

Watching him go, April sighed and quietly chided herself for letting him get away with such a childish response. It was one of the many annoying qualities she knew about her husband, despite loving him so dearly. Turning back to the nursing station, she collected a stack of charts and tried to fain interest at the sheets on top.

"It'll be you buying him the roses soon." Christina cut back in, returning from the opposite side of the lobby, from which she had clearly been watching them.

"Haven't you better things to do with your time, Christina?" April quipped, not allowing her eyes to leave the chart as the cardiothoracic surgeon returned to the station.

Cackling, she leant her back against the curve of the station edge and bit nosily into an apple she had clearly received from somewhere. It took every ounce of April's resolve not to jam the juicy fruit down her throat.

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"I'm home." Jackson called out, coming through the front door and closing it quietly. Slipping of his jacket and shoes, he placed them neatly by the entrance and dropped his satchel besides them. It was around 11:30, and he was late he knew that, but he wasn't expecting to receive a response from his wife. Hunt had kept her until around midnight most nights, quite obviously gaining from her extra work as a consequence for her actions the previous month. He knew he shouldn't have been pissed at her for saying yes, as she really hadn't a choice in the matter, but something just seemed to grind his gears about the lack of time they seemed to be spending together outside of the hospital.

Passing through the kitchen, in which time he collected a beer from the fridge, he headed for the bedroom to grab a shower. Surgery had ran long, he was aching and stiff and he knew a shower was the perfect cure. It would possibly also be the best place to be when his wife returned him, if he was still awake. His response earlier to her inability to meet with his plans, had possibly been the foundation of an argument.

Yet as he neared the bedroom, in order to reach the shower, the sound of soft music and scented candles caught his attention.

"April?" He called out, pushing open the bedroom door gingerly. "WOW."

It was his hard to believe it was his own wife stood before him the centre of the bedroom; wearing just his favourite set of her underwear – pink and black lace with a hint of frills – and heels with her silk wrap, she was the picture of perfection. He noted the hair she had worn so tightly in a bun to work, was now loose with auburn curls that framed her face. She had also taken the time to apply gentler make up, with a rose tint to her cheeks and gloss to her lips. The smell of her signature rosewood and pine mixture also lingered in the air.

"Special occasion?" He asked with a cheeky tint to his tone, standing in the doorway, eagerly observing her as she leant casually against the dresser.

"I was waiting for the delivery man… I ordered pizza and then realised I had no cash to pay." She replied, eyeing him playfully as she teased with a fantasy he had told her of in the past. It was hard to believe something so simple could have her husband in such a frenzy of need and desire.

"Shame… it's only me, your tired, overworked husband who was expecting a shower and a beer in front of the game."

April stretched her lips into a playful grin and bit her lip, knowing this was one of the small things Jackson could not resist. The tension that seemed to fill him with this was duly noted. "How about you don't see the game, don't have that beer and forget about that shower?" She asked him, slowly advancing toward him in the doorway with confidence as her hips swung. "I think we have some making up to do."

"Hmm." He responded quietly, not daring to take his eyes away from April as she stopped before him. "So you decided your husband was more important than work after all… what did you tell Hunt?"

"That I had something I had to do back at home." She told him, emphasising the eighth word of the sentence to create a sultry pun.

It did not go unnoticed by Jackson, who flicked his lips with his tongue with eager anticipation. "I think that can be arranged."

Within seconds, he had grabbed April's waist and hoicked her legs around his own, allowing her to grip him tightly as their lips crashed together. It was a frenzied moment of raw desire, both of them clearly forgetting their disagreement earlier in the day in favour of make-up sex. Driven by lust, Jackson turned and pressed her to the door, too needy to carry her over to the bed just a metre or so behind them. Pushing his groin into April's leg, he grinned as he felt her entire body convulse for just a moment, clearly enticed by the sensation.

In a break between a kiss, both gasping for just one breathe, Jackson moved his lips to her ear and murmured softly. "Better than work?"

April groaned, swallowing as the vibration penetrated her lips. "So much better."