i wasn't expecting you today

My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.

anonymous asked:

Hi again! The drabble you wrote for me about Robert watching Aaron sleep was brilliant and everything I hoped for!!! I was wondering if you could do another one if you have the time? I wasn't expecting much Robron from todays episode, but I was hoping for at least a conversation about them leaving. Like Robert making sure that Aaron would be ok missing counseling for a few weeks, and maybe Aaron pointing out not only can they see Liv, but also a honeymoon, anniversary and Rob's bday trip. Thanks

Anon, i’m sorry this took me almost as long as their honeymoon’s lasted to write this for you - but hope this is what you were after and you enjoy it as much as the last one :)

Robert stood in the doorway to their bedroom at the pub, watching his husband for the few precious moments before Aaron realised he was there. He was fiddling with the zip on his battered sports bag that Robert assumed he was intending to use as his suitcase.

He smirked at the ridiculousness that was his husband.

Honestly, the thing didn’t even have wheels.

He let his eyes linger for longer than was necessary – or not long enough, if you were asking Robert – his eyes travelling down the length of his husband’s body, biting down on his lip as his gaze rested on that arse. That arse.

He could stare at it for days.

Aaron stood at the end of their bed, oblivious to his audience of one in the doorway of their bedroom until he gave up wrestling with the broken zip and threw the bag down onto the floor in a rage, twisting around to reach for another rucksack on the top of his wardrobe and jumping half out of his skin at the lingering figure of his husband stood leaning against the doorframe.

“Fucks sake, Robert,” he berated him, with half a smirk on his face.

It would always be the best sort of surprise, after all, to find Robert stood in his bedroom doorway.

“What you doing staring you weirdo,” Aaron teased, circling around the bed to place a hand on Robert’s waist and kiss on his left cheek.

Robert couldn’t help the smile which appeared over his face involuntarily.

“I see suitcases,” Robert smiled, looking at Aaron with a glint in his eye.

“That you do,” Aaron confirmed with a smile.

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

“That I need a new suitcase?” Aaron asked playfully, eyebrows raised and lips upturned into a sarcastic smile.

“You spoke to your probation officer?” Robert corrected him with a half an eye-roll.

“Oh yeah, that,” Aaron reminded himself. “I called him, he said it’s not standard practice and usually I wouldn’t be able to leave the country until my probation time was up – “


“But, I might have laid it on a bit thick about Sandra. Might have said she’s basically a mum to me – ”

“You fraud,” Robert teased.

“Yep,” Aaron smirked, “but it worked, and he said yes, as long as I keep in touch, so it looks we’re going on that honeymoon.”

Robert couldn’t resist it when Aaron gave him that smile that he had plastered over his face right now, leaning in and stealing a lingering kiss from his lips.

“You best get spending all that cash of yours then and book us some flights,” Aaron spoke into his kiss, eyes still closed as Robert’s nose rubbed lightly against his own.

He opened his eyes to find Robert looking back at him, a hint of something in his gaze that Aaron couldn’t quite decipher.

“What?” he asked gently, concerned all of a sudden by the shift in his husband’s demeanour.

Robert sighed, pulling back slightly but keeping his palms attached to Aaron’s elbows, fingers tickling along the hairs on his forearms gently.

“You’ll be missing your counselling,” Robert stated; a question in his statement somewhere.

Aaron didn’t reply, just dipped his head to focus on the floor at their feet as he sighed.

Robert leant forwards and kissed the top of his head instinctively.

“I don’t want to set you back, or –”

“Getting away from here won’t set me back, not at all,” Aaron interrupted, snapping his head back up to look Robert in the eye again as he continued with conviction. “I’m sat here worrying about Liv and my mum, and it’ll do me good to see them. I’m not ready to go back to work, yet, not really. I’ve got constant reminders here of the ways I’ve screwed up recently,”

Robert hoped the flicker of recognition he felt settle uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach wasn’t noticeable.

“I’ll start up my counselling as soon as we’re back, I promise,” Aaron continued. “It really helped when you came along with me last session,” he added quietly.

Robert smiled at him, ignoring the flicker of guilt lying low in his stomach about why he’d been late to that first session; the feeling a constant presence for him now, it seemed.

Still, he’d rather shoulder the burden of that guilt himself than have Aaron suffer through the pain of knowing what he did.

“Good, you know I’ll be there for all of them, if you need me to be,” Robert reassured him.

Aaron smiled; grateful in a way he didn’t have the words for.

He leant in and placed a kiss against Robert’s lips instead.

“Honestly, Rob,” Aaron added as he pulled away from the kiss, “spending a couple of weeks with you, having a proper honeymoon, seeing my mum, and Liv, and having nothing else to worry about for a few weeks – I can’t think of anything I need more than that right now.”

Robert sighed with something he thought felt like relief.

“I best go and book our honeymoon, then,” he smiled, reluctantly pulling away from his husband’s embrace.

“You do that,” Aaron smiled back, before adding, “and make sure we’re still there for your birthday, I’m not gonna let this one pass us by this year.”

Robert’s heart leapt into his chest; he’d never looked forward to a birthday so much before; never thought he’d relish turning 31.

“It’ll be our anniversary out there too, then,” Robert reminded him, greeted with a frown from his husband.

“I didn’t think you were meant to celebrate the months once you were married?” he questioned, amused.

“Not our wedding anniversary, you idiot. It’s almost been a year, hasn’t it? Since we got back together.”

Robert didn’t press it; knew the memory of that might have brought with it the memory of him and that trial for Aaron, but he was relieved to feel the playful shove against his shoulder as Aaron broke into a smile.

“Get booking, you big softie,” Aaron teased him, drawing a laugh out of his husband and enjoying the view as he walked away.

“Oh, Rob!” he called back down the stairs a few seconds later.

Robert was stood on the bottom step, looking back up at him when he reached the landing at the top of the stairs.

“Haven’t got a spare suitcase, have you?” Aaron grinned down at him, baring his teeth in a cheesy smile.

Robert rolled his eyes.

“I’ve only got one but it’s big enough to share. It’s under the bed on my side.”

“Thanks. I’m not taking much, anyway,” Aaron assured him.

“Well, it’s our honeymoon so I don’t plan on having you wearing many clothes, I’ll be honest.”

Robert offered Aaron a wink and a smirk as Aaron rolled his eyes and retreated back to their bedroom, unable to wipe the smirk from his face and the thought of Robert from his mind.



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So I was like “Can we do this like Cas and Claire?”. And he smiled. And he put his arms around and brought me close. And the only thing that I heard was “Aaaaaawww” in line and I loose it and smiled. And I was going to ask him to actually hug me afterwards but he there was no need. He did that without me pouring a word. I just managed to look him in the eyes and said “Thank you”. I bet they all know that there is always so much more behind these words. But I put my soul in that “thank you” while somehow my hand was in his and he replied “thank You, sweetheart”.

Cactus flower
  • In the lab. Molly is working on a paper, and Sherlock enters, a little paper bag in his hands.
  • Molly: Oh, Sherlock! I wasn't expecting you here today...Greg didn't send anything for you, I'm sorry...
  • Sherlock: I'm not on a case, indeed.
  • Molly: Ok...so why are you here? Need any help with some experiment?
  • Sherlock: No, thanks.
  • Molly: (a bit dejected) Well, I will shut up and leave you at your experiment, then.
  • Sherlock: I- Well, I...(huffs and storms away, leaving Molly utterly perplexed).
  • Ten seconds later, Sherlock comes back.
  • Sherlock: According to custom, couples usually exchange gifts during the Valentine's day.
  • Molly: (eyes him suspiciously) Yes, it's a tradition.
  • Sherlock: John says that the gift could be something like confectionery. Or roses. Or jewels.
  • Molly: He's right, these are the most popular Valentine's gifts.
  • Sherlock: You're on diet. And you're allergic to roses. And you don't like wearing jewels.
  • Molly: Sherlock, I don't understand the sense of this conversation...
  • Sherlock: (interrupts her by giving her the paper bag) I- I've brought you something.
  • Molly: (opens it, and takes out a little plant) It's a cactus.
  • Sherlock: A Rebutia Muscula, to be precise.
  • Molly: Thanks...I suppose? Sherlock, if it is some kind of joke, or one of your strange social experiment...
  • Sherlock: What? No! It's a present, for you.
  • Molly: A present...for me. On the Valentine's day.
  • Sherlock: Yes. My father told me that this kind of plant is quite easy to grow, and during the spring it produces vibrantly coloured flowers. It may not look as beautiful as a bunch of tulips, or smell as sweet as the roses; and I know that it may seem a bit harsh, and abrasive, and princkly...
  • Molly: Are we still talking about the plant?
  • Sherlock: (smirks) Yes, of course...
  • Molly: I don't know what to say...And I don't have anything to give you in return, I'm sorry...
  • Sherlock: You've already given me a lot, Molly. (He comes nearer). But I think I could think of something I would like, right now ...(He leans over and kisses her).
  • Molly: (blushing) Ok, now I really don't know what to say...
  • Sherlock: Then don't say anything. Happy Valentine's day, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: Happy Valentine's day, Sherlock Holmes.