Author's note: I'm not really sure if this works, as I have no idea how to write this kind of... er... love scene stuff. It's clumsy and inelegant, but in some ways I feel that suits them. It's sort of a hybrid between having a bit of fun and it actually meaning something for the characters. As a result, I don't think it succeeds... languishing in a genre No Man's Land... and I probably should have made it more one or the other.

Again, it's just meant for Robson fans. Superfluous fun, no plot. Everyone else will be bored out of their minds.

"Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?" She murmured through an onslaught of kisses.

Robbie nodded, eagerly. She wriggled free from his grasp, clad only in her knickers and shoes. She kicked off the latter and faced him, hands on hips, "You have far too many clothes on, Inspector."

He laughed and gestured towards the wide-open patio doors. "Perhaps I'm not such an exhibitionist as you."

The breeze from the garden encircled her, licking her skin and heightening the building awareness in certain parts of her body. The balmy warmth of the air and the flung-open windows felt dizzyingly exhilarating. Robbie took a few steps towards the hallway, "Are we going upstairs?" He asked, feeling strangely ridiculous, being half-undressed and in a visible state of arousal in her kitchen.

Emboldened by the shivery sensation of the sultry air on her skin, Laura smiled licentiously. He watched her saunter in the opposite direction, over to the sofa that faced out onto the garden through the patio doors. Any sense of ridiculousness disappeared as he saw her slowly slip off her knickers, illuminated only by the dusk and the faint glow of light from the hallway.

"The sofa looks comfy." She smirked and began to deposit its smattering of decorative cushions onto the floor.

Robbie hesitated, mentally assessing the logistics of what she was suggesting. Even as a young man, he had been a relatively traditional lover… and that was without a bad back and decrepit knees. Suddenly, he was nervous again:

"Laura, I'm not exactly a spring chicken any more. I'm not sure about my…" He began.

"Robbie!" She chided, gently. "Don't kill the moment. Just come here will you?"

He obliged, somewhat reluctantly, and stood before her with a shrug. She squeezed his hand before helping him to shake off his shirt, shoes and jeans. As she felt for the waistband of his underpants, he was suddenly grateful for the semi-darkness. His apprehension had had some effect on his arousal, but the brush of her fingertips as she extricated him from this final piece of clothing was beginning to bring it all flooding back.

She kissed him gently on the chest and he brought his hand up to hold her head against him. He noted their height difference as she traced her fingertips idly down his back: she was such a slight but powerful thing and he loved that so much about her. As her palms found the cheeks of his buttocks and she simultaneously pressed her chest against his bare skin, the aching that had seemed to subside in him was rapidly reawoken, making itself known in a telling rigidity that pressed between them. This she grasped with both hands and his remaining reservations began to leave him as the heat built beneath her rhythmic touch. He looked down at her movements in the half-light, stupefied by the potent juxtaposition of their lewdness and tenderness. Gradually, his thought process fuzzed and something innate took over, having been roused from an ancient slumber. He surprised himself with his sudden assertiveness, turning her towards the sofa, urging her to sit whilst he gathered cushions on the floor so as to kneel in front of her. His misgivings lay finally screwed up on the carpet, along with his clothes.

Laura felt her breathing begin to falter again as she was pushed backwards. The blossoming heaviness in her breasts made her inadvertently reach for them. She saw Robbie pause to watch her and she flushed slightly at the brazenness of her gesture. She wasn't sure where her confidence was coming from: she felt almost high on the throbbing tension within her. The sultry air lapped between her slightly parted legs: she felt so ready for this she was almost embarrassed. Yet thankfully Robbie's expression betrayed a similar story and she watched him settle himself, kneeling before her, but letting the sofa take his weight. He gently pressed her backwards, deep into the seat of the sofa, allowing him full access to her chest, stomach and more.

The ambush of sensation began softly at first, with almost reverent kisses and a touch that was infuriatingly light. But Laura didn't have to wait long for the pressure she craved, as he began squeezing, scuffing and nibbling; leaving the skin of her nipples feeling almost bruised. She felt the building roll of her breath overtake her whole body, as her muscles and spine began to undulate in a rhythm that communicated only one thing. She reveled in the thrill of the power shift, as she began to succumb to what he was doing to her, increasingly helpless to the movements she was making. Her desperation to feel him where she wanted grew with the pounding of blood in her ears and, with each surge of breath from her lips, she could feel her need begin to form as words on her tongue.

Then she felt it: the gentle pressure of his thumb sliding down through the wiry furl of her hair and into the slick warmth below. Almost inadvertently, he located the swollen nub of nerves, causing her every muscle to tense in an uncontrollable shudder. His fingers slid down over the soft, wet landscape and found the place they were searching for. His name finally escaped her lips as he pushed inside, gaining easy entry, whilst his thumb continued its tormenting yet blissful pursuit elsewhere. He pressed his fingertips upwards, wonderfully upwards, before extracting them in a slick of heat. Then he retraced his steps. Again. And again. And again. Her eyes were closed. Colours and shapes stuttered in front of the dark of her eyelids, as she registered the beginnings of the end: starting as a tingling in the widest reaches of her body and building in a swell of pressured waves in her abdomen. An effervescent shudder fizzed up the inside of her thighs.

She heard herself moan, now utterly incapable of controlling the noises that were escaping her, her legs splayed inelegantly before him. The sound registered heavily with Robbie, in delight and trepidation, unsure how long he was going to be able to hold off his own growing sense of urgency. Mercifully, Laura was right there with him and he closed his eyes against the heady mixture of relief and abject desire that swamped him as she reached between her legs, urging him gently forwards. She guided him and he nudged himself into the beginnings of glossy warmth. She adjusted her hips slightly and he slid in further, deeper, to another gratifying utterance of his name. He allowed them a moment to acknowledge the extent of the intrusion, such an enormous step after all these years, before sinking into the exquisite sensation. He registered, again, the almost nauseating tension between his escalating lust and the tenderness he felt towards her. Yet, in an instant, the former took over, the carnality of the situation winning out: he withdrew and then delved forcefully back again, distantly amazed by how staggeringly good it felt to be this close to a woman once more. Expletives danced through his consciousness, words he would never say, but which only could express the utter sense of abandon she was evoking in him.

The rhythm built naturally, punctuated only by the rush of their breath as she accepted his motion. His senses began to fog, as his every consciousness was drawn magnetically to the heated point of contact between them. As long as it had been since he last found himself in this position, Robbie was more than aware of how soon this was going to end. He threw his head backwards and a vague, pained utterance of her name gurgled in his throat. "I'm sorry," He whispered, helplessly, "I'm not going to last much longer…"

Oblivious, Laura interrupted him with a sudden arching of her back, accompanied by a low, languid moan, "Oh Robbie… I'm …" Her head lolled back languidly, as her hips began an involuntarily roll towards him. She felt herself tense irrevocably around him, as the distended ache between her legs began to overtake her entire body, rushing upwards and outwards. "Ohhh Robbie… I'm going to...," Her voice was louder and far more provocative than she wanted it but she was utterly powerless to what she was saying, "You're making me..." She failed to finish as she felt herself drawn inwards by the squeezing of her abdomen towards and around him. Her muffled cry sounded almost anxious. He responded by delving deeper, momentarily drawn out of his own ecstasy by hers. He watched as her eyes rolled and she clawed helplessly at the sofa cushion, shuddering and groaning against him in sated, ecstatic agony. For a moment, he couldn't help but be shocked by what he'd achieved.

But then he felt himself tugged under by the undulating, pulsating grip of her around him. He withdrew then probed gently again, rewarded by her firm hold on his backside, forcing him inwards. He heard his own incoherent utterings begin to rise in his throat as hers began to subside. The rhythm built again and Laura, gradually reestablishing control, assisted his demise with the trundle of her hips and a tightening coil around him. Within moments, she felt the final telltale rigidity and burgeoning swell of him. He slid forwards and released himself with a mournful moan of her name and the hanging of his head, all of his strength pummeling southwards. A series of grunts accompanied the pulsating rush from him within her, as he juddered and shuddered to a still.

They waited for their breathing to return to normal, both reluctant to break the frenetic connection between them that was now subsiding into a more forgiving warmth. Eventually he slipped from her, kissing her tenderly before hobbling upwards to fetch the blanket nestled on the arm of the sofa. He wrapped it around her before encircling her in his arms. She rested against him.

"Wow. Robbie." She breathed, at a complete and uncharacteristic loss for words.

He laughed, relieved, yet strangely unsurprised that they'd managed it so well.

"Worth the wait, Doctor Hobson?"

She giggled and shivered. "I'd say so, yes." She looked up from his arms. "How about you?"

"Well…" He hesitated.

"Robbie!" She prodded him indignantly in the chest, but her smile remained.

"No… I mean, if I'd have known it was going to be that good, I think I would have done it years ago."

Laura rolled her eyes, but could not suppress a snigger. "You are a law unto yourself, Robert Lewis."