Hi I think you're amazing! I love your Robert and liv fics. Could you maybe write something about aaron catching them spending time together? Something fluffy and sweet.
this is utterly ridiculous but i love robert and liv more than life itself so i’m posting it anyway
There’s gentle music playing, that’s Aaron’s first clue that something isn’t right.
He freezes in the doorway when he sees them, keys hanging forgotten from this thumb.
They’ve pushed the kitchen table over to one side, turned on all the lights.
Liv’s got her hand fisted in the shoulder of Robert’s jacket, holding on for dear life as he twirls her across the kitchen floor.
Aaron’s mouth is hanging open, he knows it is, can’t seem to close it. What the hell?
He shuts the door as softly as he can, keeps close to the wall. They haven’t noticed him come in and there’s no way he’s going to disturb this. This is brilliant.
Robert swings her round, her feet skimming the floor until she’s laughing, kicking her legs like a little kid. It makes Aaron smile in response.
“Put me down!”
Robert’s grinning too, cheeks flushed. He sets her down, barely even out of breath. “You need to relax, it’s not rocket science. Just let me lead.”
Liv flaps her arms. “Lead what? I don’t know what we’re doing.”
Robert sighs, steps away, hands on hips. Aaron can see him trying not to get frustrated. Robert spends a lot of time being patient with Liv these days. Sharing DNA with Aaron buys you a lot of leeway when it comes to Robert and she takes great pleasure in pushing at it.
“Ben knows how to dance right?” Robert asks.
Aaron’s lip curls. Fucking Ben.
Liv gives Robert a dark look. “Obviously.”
Robert nods. “So you don’t need to. You just need to follow his lead. It’s only a party, you’re not on Strictly.”
Liv runs a hand down her ponytail, pulling it over her shoulder like a blanket. “I just don’t want to look like a prat,” she huffs. “I’m already going to look like a prat. I don’t know who I think I’m kidding.”
“You’re going to look beautiful,” Robert tells her, voice soft, “And you’re only going to make a prat of yourself if you don’t listen to me. Come here.”
Aaron has to put a hand across his mouth, chest swelling with something he can’t name when she steps up to Robert’s chest again, lets him lead her in an awkward little slow dance over to the sink and back again. She’s looking at her feet the whole time and he can see Robert biting back a smile.
The whole thing makes Aaron feel impossibly fond of the pair of them. He’s proud of the little family they’ve built together, dragged together really, from the scraps of them all.
He moves forward, wanting to be with them. Pockets his keys casually like he’s just coming in.
Liv steps on Robert’s foot when she spots Aaron mid spin, and Robert grunts as though she isn’t just in socks.
Liv puts a good amount of distance between herself and Robert with impressive speed. “What are you doing here?”
Robert looks equally mortified. Another treat.
Aaron gives her a look. “I live here. What are you doing?”
She folds her arms, cheeks on fire. “Nothing.”
“Really?” Aaron says, delighted, can’t help himself. “Because it looked like you were dancing.”
A sulky shrug. “Must be seeing things.”
Robert recovers better, rolls his eyes at the pair of them. “She’s going to that thing with Ben tomorrow, the charity thing Vic’s catering. I was just helping her out.”
“Showing her how the other half live?” Aaron says.
It’s funny really, that Liv’s the one with an arrogant arse of a boyfriend living up at Home Farm these days.
“Well she could hardly ask you, could she?” Robert points out, grabbing Aaron round the waist and pulling him in close.
It puts Aaron right up again his chest, where he’s broad and firm, too warm through his shirt.
Aaron slaps at him when Robert tries to shuffle him into a little sway, plants his feet. “Get off.”
Robert settles for holding him close and Aaron lets him. He’s quite content to be cuddled in his own kitchen, what else is it for?
“You two get more revolting every day,” Liv announces, pushing between them. “Now go away, I was just starting to get it.”
Eventually Aaron agrees to leave them to it, there’s bound to be a pint with his name on at the pub. He can’t wait to tell his mum about this.