Chapter 7

Finally they are reunited. I actually kept my promise of a Robson chapter.

Laura let herself into the house and was instantly greeted with the smell of something delicious. She dropped her things on the table by the door and walked to the kitchen. Robbie was stirring something on the stove. Watching him she was filled with such tenderness that her breath caught.

She went to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his center. She buried her head in his back, inhaling him. His laugh coursed lightly through her body as he reached around to touch her, "What's this all about Laura?"

She smiled up at him as he turned in her arms, "I missed you today."

He saw the tension around her eyes, "That's not all. What's wrong?"

She exhaled feeling some of the tension begin to release, "I need to tell you something."

"Do you want to go to the garden? Dinner can sit for a while?"

Shaking her head she pulled him closer, "No, it's best that I just get it out."

Sensing her fear, he pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead, "Go ahead Laura. It can't be that bad."

"Malcolm came by my office this afternoon."

He pushed her back looking her up and down, "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head, smiling at his concern, "No, Malcolm was never a physical man. We traded a few verbal jabs but I'm well-equipped to handle those."

"Why was he there?"

She shrugged as she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. She listened to the steady beating of his heart, reassured by his closeness, "He claims it was just to say hello. He's lecturing at Lady Margaret Hall over the next few weeks."

Resting his chin on top of her head, "But you don't believe him?"

"Oh I believe he's lecturing I just don't think that's all he has in mind."

"We have to call James and Jean, let them know."

She hugged him tighter, loving him more for already making a plan, "They already know. Jean stopped by my office and interrupted our verbal sparring."

Robbie laughed, "Something tells me that had to be a sight to behold."

Laughter erupted from Laura, "It was. Did you know her sister testified against him?"

"Laura until a week ago I barely knew who he was."

"I'm sorry I brought him into our lives Robbie."

He pushed her back gently needing her to see him, "Laura, you didn't bring him in to our lives, he walked into it."

"He's my ex-husband. If not for that he wouldn't be in our lives."

"He's still part of your past. He's only here for a few weeks and then he will be remanded to the past where he belongs."

"How can you be so sure Robbie? You don't know what he's capable of?"

He took her face into his hands and tenderly kissed her, "Let him do his worst Laura. I'm not going anywhere. Hell, I owe him a thank you." He smiled at the questioning look on her face. He kissed her again before whispering in her ear, "If he'd been a better husband you'd never have come to Oxford and we would never have met. I can't imagine my life without you Laura."

A tear fell down her cheek as she thought about her words to Jean earlier in the evening. How could she have ever thought she'd loved anyone more or deeper than this man? Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down so she could bury her face in his neck, "I love you, Robbie Lewis."

Robbie and Laura had a quiet dinner. They put Malcolm Tucker out of their minds and simply basked in the love they shared. As they were putting the last dishes away Robbie pressed into her, pinning her to the cabinet.

His hands wandered down her body as he breathed into her ear, "Dr. Hobson I believe you mentioned something earlier about a rain check."

Laura wound her hand up to his hair drawing him closer, "Are you collecting on said rain check Mr. Lewis?"

She shivered as she felt his lips on her neck, soft, then more insistent, "Yes, I am."

She turned in his arms and looked up at him, eyes darkened with desire, "The question is do you want to collect here or elsewhere?"

He took her hand and pulled her toward the stairs, "Somewhere else Dr. Hobson, I plan on taking my time collecting on this debt."

She followed him, willingly, up the stairs to their bedroom. He slowly undressed her, kissing each inch of skin as he uncovered it. His hands roamed her body touching her softly, reverently. He lowered her to the bed and watched her as he removed his own clothes.

Her skin was flushed and she watched him through hooded his eyes. He ran his hand up the length of her body and was rewarded with a soft sound that made his length twitch. He lowered his head and took one taut peak into his mouth and the sound deepened. He could feel it vibrating though her body.

He continued to suckle at her breast while his hand teased the other. The noise she made smoothed out to a steady constant sound. He dipped his hand between her legs and slowly teased her. She arched up to him the sound deepened again to something less smooth more jagged.

Robbie knew she was close. He pressed his fingers into her and curled them slightly. He kissed up her body feeling the vibrations coming from her. As he made it to her mouth he locked eyes with her, "I love making you purr Laura." He lowered his head to kiss her and missed the look of panic.

Laura was lost to Robbie's ministrations. It felt so good to let him play her body. To let this love they shared wash away the memories of the day. His hands were everywhere, then his lips were on her. She could feel the pleasure vibrate through her body.

His hands were at her center and then his fingers slipped inside her. She could feel the climax building, he teased her. His fingers stroking in and out keeping her just on the edge. She pushed up to him wanting more contact.

Her breathing was becoming more jagged when she finally felt his body move and his weight shift onto her. He curled his fingers and she could feel the waves building in her body. She opened her eyes to look at him wanting him to see the pleasure wash over her, "I love making you purr Laura."

As his lips touched hers she heard Malcolm's voice in her head, "Or maybe it was why I gave you that particular nickname you liked?"

Laura panicked. She pushed against Robbie. She needed him away from her, off her. Robbie mistook her panic for pleasure and attempted to deepen the kiss.

Flailing beneath him, pushing frantically at him. She managed to break the kiss and screamed, "No, get off me." She scrambled away from Robbie to the corner of the bed pulling pillows to cover her body.

Robbie watched her move away from him. He reached out to touch her and she screamed again, slapping at his hand, "Laura, what's wrong, did I hurt you?"

Breathing heavily she stared at him, "Don't touch me."

Confused Robbie ran his hand through his hair. He didn't know what was wrong. Laura who had always been so comfortable with him was now huddled in a corner of their bed trying desperately to cover herself.

He stood slowly and went to the bathroom. When he returned he had on his dressing gown and was holding hers, "Here." He placed it gently on the bed but did not get on the bed, "I'll go back into the bathroom so you can cover yourself."

He watched her reach for it keeping her eyes on him the entire time. He backed slowly into the bathroom and closed the door. He rested his head against the door desperate to hear what she was doing.

He counted to 100 once and then twice more before tapping lightly on the door. He opened it just an inch, "Laura, I'm coming into the room."

She was still in the far corner of the bed. Her dressing gown on and the covers pulled around her. He walked to the bed and started to sit but the way she flinched he thought better of it, "Laura will you please talk to me?"

Laura lowered her head and buried it in the pillow. She shook her head as she felt the tears building.

Robbie's heart broke. Lowering himself to the floor beside the bed he watched her, unsure of what he had done, "What did I do? Help me understand."

He listened to her cry for almost an hour and was lost for a way to comfort her. Each time he tried to get closer she panicked. It killed him to watch her in such obvious pain and not be able to help her, "Laura, if you won't talk to me, can I call Jean?"

She raised her head and nodded slightly. He almost reached for her but then thought better of it, "I'm going downstairs to call her. If I made you some tea would you take it from me?"

Again she nodded then she turned her back to him and curled around her pillow. He watched her for a moment and was partially relieved that she didn't start crying again. Backing out of the room slowly he raced downstairs.

He found his phone, scrolled through his contact list and pressed call when he found Jean's number.

"Robbie is everything OK."

He shook his head, "No, Laura just freaked out and won't let me near her. Can you please come over?"

Jean sighed to herself, all she wanted to do was get into a taxi and go home. She wasn't sure she was in any shape to support anyone. That third whisky had been a mistake, "Of course Robbie, I'll be right over."

"Thank you Jean, I've never seen her like this." He ended the call and started making tea.

Jean scrolled through her contacts and pressed send. She waited for the call to connect, "Ma'am, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I need a ride James."

James sat up in his chair delighted to be able to tease, "Have you had too much to drink ma'am?"

"James, I don't have time to play cat and mouse. Can you provide assistance or not?"

Hearing the change in her voice James was instantly worried, "Are you OK ma'am?"

"I'm fine, I've had a bit too much to drink and Robbie just called. Something's wrong with Laura."

James didn't need to hear anything more, "I'm on my way, where are you?"

"Thank you James, I'm at The Randolph."

A/N I never said it was going to be a happy Robson chapter. Evil, subversive mind, party of one.