When the others returned to the table Frankie placed the three drinks on the table then sat down beside Boyd, noting he didn't shuffle away from her as she all but sat flush against him. She was so close to him she could feel his arm brushing hers with every inhale of his breath, the heat of his body penetrating through his trousers and her jeans where their thighs touched. Even though it was late she could smell his aftershave surrounding her, the smell just as enticingly if he had just had a shower and applied it fresh. Her senses were on overdrive, and they were all tuned in on him.

The conversation flowed as it always did, happy, light banter between them all. Even when the meal arrived they continued to talk, Boyd cutting up his still pink steak while Frankie stabbed at a piece of her breaded and cooked scampi. Without giving it much thought Boyd cut up a piece of his meat and after putting it on the fork he held the fork out to Frankie.

"Here, try it." Holding the fork midair as he held out the piece of meat for Frankie to try.

Frankie just looked at the meat then at him, the air between them became charged just like it had in the car. Frankie swallowed hard as she considered her options. She could say her usual speech about the fact the meat was still raw and that it could cause food poisoning, or she could throw caution to the wind and try it. Frankie went to take the fork but Boyd pulled it back so she couldn't take it, instead steering it to her mouth. Frankie licked her suddenly very dry lips and opened her mouth, Boyd guiding the fork inside so Frankie could close her mouth around the meat. Once she closed her mouth Boyd slowly withdrew the fork, they're eyes locked the whole time. Boyd held the fork in his hand as he watched Frankie chew the meat, a smile on his lips as she finally swallowed.

Frankie still had her fork in her hand, breaking eye contact for a few seconds as she picked up a piece of scampi and held the fork out for Boyd. Boyd didn't even try to take the fork, just leaned incredibly close as he opened his mouth wide and took the scampi into his mouth. The rest of the team may as well have disappeared for how much notice Boyd and Frankie we're taking of them. Frankie now watched as Boyd chewed and swallowed, reaching out blindly to his glass and picking it up.

"Not bad, but still prefer Steak," Boyd said before he took a drink from his glass.

"Same, and there is less chance of food poisoning with mine." Not being able to help grinning.

"Will you two just get a room," Spencer mumbled as he spoke his head.

Grace burst out laughing and Mel gasped at Spencer's being so forward. Boyd laughed, Frankie again going red as she lowered her head and turned her attention back on her plate.

"We already did that before Spencer, was kinda fun." Winking at the shocked and disgusted look on Spencer's face.

"That'll teach you." Grace pointed out as she took a sip of her wine.

The rest of the main meal was spent without any more food sharing until dessert was delivered. Mel and Spencer had ordered dessert, making sure there was only one between Boyd and Frankie. Neither batted an eyelash, picking up a spoon and tucking in. When they were halfway down the huge ice cream Frankie spooned up a huge dollop and held it out for Boyd to eat. Boyd opened his mouth to take the ice cream, wrapping his hand around Frankie's on the spoon. Clamping his lips around the spoon he held it in place, the ice cream slowly melting in his mouth. Swallowing he slowly pulled the spoon out his mouth, his tongue licking the underside of the spoon as it left his mouth. He was sure Frankie groaned as she watched him, not letting go of her hand until he had to. It took what felt like several minutes for Frankie's brain to catch up. Her hand slowly lowered as Boyd let go, her mind and body stuck on some sort of outer world plane of existence.

"Here," Boyd's voice dragged her back to focus on him.

A spoon was hovering in midair, a huge lump of Blue bubble gum ice cream on it. The man knew how to tempt her. Leaning towers the spoon she opened her mouth, but instead of letting Boyd guide the spoon into her mouth she flicked her tongue out and licked the top of the ice cream, her tongue covered in blue ice cream. It was Boyd's turn to suppress a moan as Frankie drew her tongue into her mouth then licked her lips. Taking the spoon from Boyd she opened her mouth and let ice cream drip off the spoon into her mouth, then licked the spoon as she looked directly at Boyd.

"Do you two want to be alone?" Grace asked as Frankie passed the spoon back to Boyd.

"Sorry," Frankie said a little sheepishly. "But he started it." Inclining her head to Boyd.

"Did not." Boyd's quick as lightning reply making Frankie smile.

"Okay, children, just eat your ice cream then we can go home." Grace giving both Boyd and Frankie the look of a mother telling off her disobedient kids.

Once everyone's finished Spencer's friend brought the bill over, placing it in the centre of the table. Everyone went for their respective wallets and purses, each pulling out money as they went to place it on the plate in the centre of the table. Spencer carried the plate back to the bar as the others put their coats on, all moving to the entrance and waiting for Spencer.

Stepping outside it was now dark, the rain was coming down heavy.

"Spence, can you take Grace and Mel home? It's in your way." Boyd failing miserably to shield Frankie from the rain.

"Sure, see you both on Monday," Spencer answered as he started to walk away, Grace and Mel both wishing them both goodnight as they followed behind.

"Come on, let's get you home." Boyd steering Frankie to his car.

Once in the car, the heaters were cranked up and the music turned down, the wipers on full speed to deal with the rain. As they drove through London Frankie never questioned where they were going when Boyd crossed the river and headed away from her flat. He was driving home, as in his own home. It had been years since she had been at his house, painful memories of Jenny and her news filtered through her thoughts. She hadn't noticed how deep in her thoughts she was until the car was parked and the engine was off. Frankie looked up at the big house, all dark and gloomy. She didn't move, just looked up at the house and imagined the stories it could tell.

"We can go back to yours if this to quick or uncomfortable." Boyd trying to sound like he wasn't a little disappointed.

"No, I'm fine. It's just been a while since I was here last all." Turning away from the house to look at Boyd.

"I forgot, sorry. I'll take you home." Going to start the engine but Frankie stopping him.

"No, wait." Reaching out for his hand to stop him. "If we want to move forward this is where it has to be. I need to replace the bad memories with good ones, and that can only be done here, where you live." Squeezing his hand tightly.

Boyd looked down at Frankie's hand, her smaller paler one covering his. He turned his hand over and linked them together, his thumb stroking her knuckles.

"If you're sure." Bring their joined hands to his mouth as he kissed the back of her hand.

"My lips are up here, not down there." Tugging gently as Boyd jerked towards her.

As soon as their lips touched everything else ceased to matter. He was kissing her and she was kissing him and everything was finally right with the world.

This fic is not finished, but the rest is classed as to M+ so will be posted on AO3 under the same pen name.