Sorry this has taken me so long to update. I couldn't decide if it was going to go with cuteness or angst but, seeing as Series 2 starts NEXT WEEK (!) I thought I'd better wrap it up. There's probably far more feelings and far less sex than some people wanted, but here you go - a highly improbable dose of sweetness and romance. I could never out-angst Sally Wainwright after all!

The farm looks different somehow, Gillian thinks, seeing it from the passenger seat of Robbie's swanky jeep. It seems slightly strange and less like the home she knows. For one odd moment, as they drive into the yard, she wonders what she would do if they walked in and found somebody else's furniture and things everywhere, realised that it was somebody else's house. She feels like a stranger.

The jeeps stops and Robbie cuts the engine. The silence throbs. Gillian can't stop staring at the house. It looks like a nice home, cosy. A good place to invite someone into. Beside her, she hears Robbie shift in his seat and automatically her head turns. She meets his eyes.

'Are you all right, Gillian?'

'Yeah.' She is being daft, she tells herself firmly. 'It's just, I don't know... It's funny being here like this, now.'

'Funny?' Robbie's forehead creases. Gillian is surprised by the urge to reach out and trace those crinkles with her fingertip.

'Odd,' she offers as clarification. 'After... everything.' She drops her eyes and finds she is staring at his knee. Her fingers twitch against the leather seat. He is wearing smart jeans, dark navy. Slowly, softly, her hand lifts and reaches over to rest on his thigh. Robbie's fingers brush the back of her hand, stroke up her arm, catching slightly on her cardigan. She follows them with her eyes until his hand disappears around her shoulder, then she looks up, meets his eyes again. It's hard to know who tugs first but they pull together until their lips meet in a kiss. Softly at first, short lip kisses. Then mouthing increasingly open and insistent. Gillian finds a hand in her hair, realises that one of hers is holding Robbie's jaw. The firmness of bone under his shifting skin and rasping stubble gives her a sense of steadiness. Her other hand slides over the thick denim, hanging on to the solid flesh beneath. Her skirt catches under her as she twists. The leather of the seats creaks. Robbie's hand is warm against her arm, her neck, her face. She lets go of him to tangle her fingers with his, lower their joined hands.

'Are you coming in then?' Her voice is low and almost as breathless as she feared.

Robbie hums, all the reply he seems capable of for a moment. Then he closes his eyes and opens them again.

'There's just one thing, before we do.' He wraps his hand around hers, keeping her from pulling away.

'What?' She feels something cold turning in her stomach. This sounded like the part where it all went to hell.

'You said I've got to stop running away from you, right? Yeah? And I'm trying to stop Gillian, I want to, but...' Robbie looked down and circled his thumb against the back of her hand. She had to admit, he didn't seem to breaking it off with her, but there was always something, Gillian thought, always something that wasn't right.

'But you're not going to run away from me either, are you?'

'I'm not,' her mouth opens of its own accord but she forgets what she wants to say when she throws her head up and meets his eyes. 'I don't...' Robbie tries to smile but it looks so sad that Gillian is taken aback.

'If we go to bed,' he says softly, 'I want it to mean something. I don't want you to hate me again in the morning, or push me away.'

'Oh.' Gillian turns her hand over in his so that their palms press together. 'I don't want to.' Her eyes are on his lips. She remembers that scary sensation she had earlier of wanting to know him.

'But you still do,' Robbie reminds her gently. He leans closer, almost in spite of himself, and Gillian arches slightly towards him. She will not let him walk away from this, she decides. Neither of them are going to screw this up for themselves.

'Not this time.' She puts all of her intentions into her voice. 'I want you. And I want to wake up next to you and cook breakfast and make you help out feeding the chickens in the morning.' A smile breaks her voice and it's catching because Robbie gives a huff of laughter. 'And I want you to be here when Raff gets back tomorrow and do some, I don't know, some family stuff, whatever.'

'Yeah?' His smile widens.

'Yeah.' She can see his teeth. She's never noticed his teeth before. They're very good teeth and Gillian has to fight another irrational urge that rises up in her without warning, she wants to run her tongue along his teeth. If he doesn't make his mind up soon, Gillian thinks she might do lose all rational thought.

'Well if you really mean it?' She notices Robbie's lips moving and has forcibly to tune her brain in to process what he is saying.

'Uh yes. Yes.' She brings both her hands to the lapels of his jacket. 'I don't say I'm an easy person to get along with, but you know that. Now, if you don't want to come inside...' She slips both her hands inside the jacket, spreads them across his chest, tilts her head back and lets the sentence hang in the two inches of space between them.

'Ok,' he breathes, narrowing the space til his lips brush hers. 'Ok.' They are kissing again, deep and heavy, tongues and lips pressing and twisting together, their whole mouths moving hungrily. Gillian can feel Robbie's heart beating through her hands. She digs her fingers into his shirt, feeling the cotton shift against his skin, leaning closer and closer, and pulling him in towards her.

It's the bloody handbrake digging into her thigh that brings her back to reality. She kisses him and pulls back, kisses him again and pulls back, gives him one more kiss, one last kiss and forces herself to stop.

'I know,' she starts then finds a moment for another kiss. 'There's no one around to catch us,' she manages before she is drawn back in again, unable to keep apart. 'But... there are... comfier places we could... do this.' And, in complete contrast to the point she is trying to make, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him harder still. Robbie groans as he tries to lean back a minute later.

'Come on then.'

'Ok.' She nods. They both reach for the door handles.

'Race you to the house,' Robbie challenges. Gillian's eyes go wide. He can see the split second she accepts the challenge as her cheekbones start to lift in a smile. They snap away from each other and throw themselves out of the vehicle. Gillian shrieks as she staggers in her heels. Robbie has to dodge round the huge bonnet though so she reaches the gateway first and tries to block him. They dodge left and right and then Gillian turns and makes a dash up the short path. Robbie takes the step in a bound and grabs one flailing arm.

'No fair!' Gillian shrieks louder still, realising that she's practically running on the spot, getting absolutely nowhere trying to drag Robbie's extra weight. He catches her round the waist and they stagger together up to the porch, both doubled over with laughter.

'You daft bugger,' she whispers, reaching up to touch his face.

'Mad cow,' he chuckles, wrapping his arms firmly around her. She stands on tip toes to press a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth then tugs at his arms.

'Come on.'