I hope this is okay guys! I didn't really know how to write it. Should be another update tomorrow so look for that! As always I hope you enjoy and please leave a review if I can. I've noticed a lot more people have started writing charriet FanFiction which makes me so happy because there really isn't enough of it

Harriet's POV

I had to say i loved shopping yesterday with Cain. It wasn't that we were shopping, I just enjoyed being alone with him. That sounds stupid because you aren't alone in a supermarket but it felt like we were. It was like that anytime we were together, like it was just us. Like we were the only two people in the world. Neither of us even noticed anyone else. I still can't quite believe the way my life is now. I've just moved in with the love of my life and I couldn't be happier. Cain made me happy, happier than I ever thought In could be. People obviously still questioned us, not that it was any of their business and I suppose in a sense we are a rather odd pairing. "The local gangster and the vicar." Although Cain wasn't a gangster, he was sweet. We may not seem like a match made in heaven but it worked. It felt like we were made for each other, well to us anyway. My daydream was soon interrupted as Cain reached the bottom of the stairs. I turn to look at him, for what feels like the hundredth time today and I can't help but laugh.

"What are you wearing?" I question his odd fashion choice. He was wearing an old ripped shirt and a pair of really baggy tracksuit joggers. He was also bare foot and his hair hadn't been touched. Not that I was complaining about that part, I loved his hair like that. Messy and natural, it made him look so cute.

"My painting clothes? I hope you aren't painting in those." He replied, unsure of why I was laughing. I was wearing my signature blue skinny jeans and a black top. I kind of missed not wearing my vicar clothes. I'd been given 2 weeks off in order to sort my house which was extremely generous of them.

"I've just got back from the shop." His expression changed to a confused one as he hadn't heard me go out. "We were out of milk." I add, gesturing to the new bottle of milk still on the side.

"Oh right, well you best get changed if you want to start painting today." He told me. He was right. We'd had another late start again and it was already 2 o'clock. We had mostly just stayed in bed this morning, neither of us wanting to move.

"I know, I know. I'll go and get changed now. I'll be five minutes." I respond, putting the milk back into the fridge and heading upstairs.

"Yeah, yeah." He says as I disappear into our bedroom.

Cains POV

She came down stairs a few minutes later in a completely different attire. Much more relaxed and casual than before , well for her anyways. She was now wearing tight, black leggings that made her backside look much bigger and more prominent than it actually was - which obviously I loved. Her feet were now covered with old, white trainer socks and she had an old, baggy jumper on her torso. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail with two pieces loose either side of her face, perfectly framing it. She looked adorable, almost vulnerable. If was like someone had took everything away. The nice clothes, the perfectly done hair, the makeup and she was just her. Just Harriet and I loved that so much. I loved her for who she was, deep down and on the surface. I loved how she was around me, how she let her guard down. It made me think she was as comfortable with me as I was with her.

"Right, I'm ready." She said smiling as she took the last step down the stairs. "What?" She added as she noticed I hadn't moved or spoke since she came down.

"You just look so cute" I told her, raising my eyebrows slightly, waiting in anticipation for her answer.

"You're not funny you know." She replied, walking past me to pick up the tins of paint we had bought the previous day.

"I wasn't trying to be." I smirked as I quickly grabbed the tins from her. It had been a while since the accident but I still didn't want her lifting heavy things or overdoing it. I poured the paint into two separate holders that had rollers with them. One for me and one for Harriet and we began painting, each starting with a different wall.

Harriet's POV

"You've missed a spot." I knew he was going to do that. He loved winding me up, any chance he got.

"So've you." I reply pointing to the lighter patch on his wall.

"Where?" He asked, looking his wall up and down in search of his error.

"Right there!" I said pointing at the wall, this time with the hand in which held the roller. Cain turned to try and see where I was pointing better but was met with a splat of paint on his forehead. I cover my open mouth with my hands as I laugh hysterically.

"I'm so sorry." I say, trying hard not to laugh even more.

"It's on." He said, picking up a nearby paintbrush and flicking the remainder of paint at me.

"Oy! What did you do that for?" I shout, feeling for the paint that had landed in my hair.

"You started it!" He laughed moving closer to my side of the room.

"Mine was by accident." I reply, ever so slightly moving closer to him.

"Sorry." He said as he stood before me, his hands on my waist.

"It's okay, I forgive you." I say as I slyly dip my hand in my paint tray. I reach up to hold his face as he leans in to kiss me.

"You never." He said standing back in disbelief in what I'd done. "That's it." He replies flicking even more paint at me which covers my face and my jumper.

"Cain!" I shout as he laughs at me, I flick paint back up at him which covers his t-shirt. He stands still for a moment before walking toward me, I scream as he chases my round the table with a paintbrush. This is what I could get used to. Just having fun, doing everyday activities with the man I love. He interrupts my distracted thoughts by grabbing my from behind and pinning me against the unpainted wall.

"I'm so sorry." I say, as I look him up and down, paint everywhere. He doesn't reply, he just stares. Before I know it his lips are crashing down onto mine, his hand roped in my hair. I return his kiss almost instantly, quickening our pace as my want for him becomes increasingly more difficult to resist. I can't help but moan as his tongue finds mine, this entices him further. He picks me up as I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us over to the dining table. Things become increasingly hotter as more items of clothing are discarded. I wanted him right here, right now. I give him everything I have, and everything I am.

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