AN: More Robson Domesticus fluff - no plot, just a vague meander into their life now that they are shacked up together at Laura's. No Rumpy Pumpy but possible separate bonus M chapter at some point. Work in progress. Thanks for all your lovely reviews and feedback on my other story. I wish I had more time to write.

It was 6.30 am on a spring morning and Laura Hobson awoke to the sound of a cup of strong English breakfast tea being placed onto the bedside table.

Robbie Lewis, you insane wonderful man.

Who else did she know who would do this for her? She knew he sometimes woke early, a remnant habit from his working days, but to get up at this hour, just to make her a cup of tea and then breakfast was just plain ridiculous. This wasn't even one of her early starts, getting up at 4am didn't seem to faze him either. Even on a call out he would get up, bleary eyed and make her a quick cup of tea while she got her stuff together. She stirred herself, stretched and felt a pleasant ache in her body that only came from a good night's sleep.

After a few minutes she sat up and had a sip of her tea. She could hear Robbie's electric razor buzzing. Old habits again. It was a sound she hadn't been used to but now it was part of the morning routine. Even after several months of living together she was still getting used to sharing her space with another person, let alone him. There had been lots of things to adjust to for both of them, small quirks and habits that amused and mildly frustrated them both. There were also good things about sharing their new found life together. She was touched by this making her breakfast routine he'd insisted on after he'd retired. After he'd gone back to work he'd also kept it up on his days off.

Robbie looked at himself in the mirror in the en-suite as he ran the shaver over his emerging stubble. He felt well rested. He slept better these days. It was partly due to having a better sleeping routine, despite Laura's shift work and call outs. But it was mainly down to sleeping better because she was there beside him. These days when he woke, if he woke, in the night he would feel her beside him and that would be enough for him to drift contentedly back into slumber again. He liked to get up and make her a tea and then breakfast, it was the least he could do when she had to work so early. And anyway, what else would he do on his days off? He didn't want to stay in bed on his own until a more conventional hour, it was better to keep to her hours and spend the time with her rather than be asleep. He finished shaving and rinsed out the sink before heading back into the bedroom. He was already dressed in jeans and shirt and made his way to the window where he opened the curtains a little to let in the sunrise.

"Breakfast in 10, don't go back to sleep" he said to Laura as he turned from the window. He pulled her big toe through the duvet as he passed the end of the bed and she swore at him, through a sleepy indignant laugh.

"I saw you, snoozing off again"

"I wasn't!" she protested. It was true though. She had closed her eyes for a few seconds and sunk back into the pillow to enjoy a last feel of sleep. It was easy to do when you knew someone was about to make you breakfast.

She smiled and yawning shook her head at him as he disappeared out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. Time to get up. She could hear a colony of house sparrows in the gutters chirping and arguing and downstairs she heard the radio on and the sound of breakfast being made. The smile remained on her face as she threw off the duvet and got up.

Down in the kitchen Robbie made a pot of coffee and cut some bread for toast then cracked some eggs into a bowl. He whisked them briefly with a fork and added some salt and pepper. He poured himself a mug of coffee and looked out of the window. The sun was up and the sky was slowly brightening. It looked like it was going to be a nice day. There was a dew on the grass and the sky had a bit of mist to it, fading from a soft white to a pale pastel blue.

He put the toast on and put a pan on the cooker and turned on the gas. He'd got scrambled eggs down to a fine art; well, he'd managed to get them to how Laura liked them anyway. He melted a knob of butter in the pan and then checked the toast. All on schedule. He poured the eggs into the pan and started to stir.

He smiled to himself. He'd better get them just right or goldilocks would be on his case.

The first time he'd made scrambled eggs for her she'd eaten them but not before enquiring if he'd recently been to the East India Rubber Company, or if he'd ever thought of opening a ballast factory? He'd never really thought about scrambled eggs much and thought his were pretty good until she made them one day for breakfast and he realised what she meant about his being like rubber. He'd never had scrambled eggs like she made them – silky and hot and somewhere between a sauce and a bowl of savoury air. She'd shown him how to make them and these days, after much practice, he'd just about got it right. If she'd taken the mick with her comments for his initial rubbery offerings then she more than made up for it with her compliments for his later efforts. It was one of the things he adored about her – her candid honesty, even when it came down to a plate of scrambled eggs.

With the eggs just about ready he just had time to butter some toast. Then with another stir of the eggs he spooned them onto the toast and just on cue Laura appeared. She was freshly showered and wrapped in a toweling bathrobe. Her hair was damp and tousled around her face. Robbie sneaked a long look at her as she sat down at the table. How she could be so bloody attractive at such a mundane moment he wasn't sure.

"Mmm, this looks good" she said, tucking in to the eggs. Her robe fell open a little and Robbie took another sneaky look at her.

He smiled back at her. "Mmm, I'll say"

She caught him looking and saw on his face a look that she'd come to recognise and love – one of him openly admiring her just because he could.

"What?" she said narrowing her eyes at him and knowing full well what.

"Nothing, eat your eggs" and he smiled back at her before swigging from his coffee mug, still looking at her, with eyebrows raised, over the rim of the mug. She shook her head at him, pursing her lips. How she loved just the simple things between them – a look, a glance a smile. He could be an obstinate fool sometimes but at other times all he had to do was give her one of his looks and inside she would just melt. She kept her mock suspicious look on him but allowed a smile to permeate. He saw it and knew she knew he'd been admiring her. He winked at her and she shook her head at him, desperately trying to suppress a smile. He grinned and reached for the paper. How he loved these moments with her.

A short while later and Robbie cleared the plates from the table while Laura went to get ready for work.

Outside the sunlight started to pour into the garden and as he washed up the breakfast things Robbie heard the local blackbird singing from the chimney top. The weather forecast was on the radio and there was talk of clear warm weather for the next few days. The evenings were slowly getting longer, spring finally felt like it might be here.

15 minutes later and Laura was back downstairs ready for a day at work. The dishes were all done and draining and Robbie was finishing off a glass of orange juice at the table whilst reading the paper.

Laura put her jacket on and collected her keys and wallet from the counter top. She was almost ready to leave. Robbie stood up and took his glass to the sink then passed her her car keys that they kept in a bowl on top of the fridge.

"What are you up to today?" She asked as she took them from his hand

"Well, I thought I'd finish that bit of painting in the spare room this morning. And then I thought I'd pop out for lunch maybe"

"Mmm?"

"Yeah. There's this sexy little forensic pathologist I know who gets waylaid by her work and forgets to have a proper lunch, so I thought I'd meet her on her break and make sure she gets something to eat"

"Oh really? And when and where were you thinking of meeting this sexy little forensic pathologist?"

"Dunno when, although I'm sure she'll let me know when she's free. She's a bit bossy like that you see"

"Oi!" She gently thumped her knuckles into his ribs before putting her arms around him. His hands went to her waist and he pulled her in closer to him

"I know where we'll meet though" he said softly, looking down at her "We've got this special place on the river. It's where we had our first kiss" she looked back at him with a smile

"Sounds like you quite like her"

"I do. And I think she quite likes me too"

"She does"

He bent his head to kiss her, and she felt his freshly shaved skin on hers, as soft as his lips as they kissed hers. His mouth was sweet and tangy from the orange juice. The kiss was slow at first and then came close to something far too intense for the time of day. He pulled away, realising it could escalate quickly.

"Time for work, Doctor"

She smiled at him and nodded with a sigh.

"I'll let you know when I'm free for lunch, ok?"

"I'm sure you will" and he raised an eyebrow with a wry smile. His kissed her one more time and then she was gone.