The Producer - Ricky Wilson Fan Fiction

Final Day

Neither of them could remember the last time they'd spent the whole day in bed.

Laura lay, resting her head on her hand as she lay on the pillow, Ricky mirroring her position opposite her.

"Are we wasting the day?" she asked him.

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you serious?" he shuffled his body nearer to her. "A day in bed with me, many would kill for that!" He'd raised a smile on her face and she too moved closer. There faces were a matter of inches apart.

"You're making me feel like a teenager again," she said, dipping her eyes down to his chest and looking up at him seductively. She felt his hand in the small on her back, his finger running round in circles, sensation running up her spine. He pulled her even closer, the warmth of his uncovered body melting in to her. And not for the first time that day he took her to a place where she hadn't been in a long while.

Wednesday morning brought with it little promise of fine weather. They had both got up early, Ricky to take a run and Laura to relax a little more in a large roll top bath. Once dressed, she began to pack her bag. They were to take the sleeper back to London that night, ready for Laura to return to work.

"Laura!" she heard Ricky shout up from the hallway. "Breakfast."

She made her way downstairs to find the table covered with jams and an open bag of freshly baked croissants. Ricky was preparing coffee. He turned to see here, jumping excitedly from foot to foot to the music coming from the radio he'd just switched on.

"Do you just never run out of energy?" Laura eased herself down into a chair at the table.

"I'm high on life," he said walking towards her and planting a kiss on her awaiting lips. He remained leaning over her. "Can't say I want to go back to London though." He returned to the coffee, bringing over two mugs.

"No, me neither," Laura helped herself to a croissant. "Are we going to say anything, you know, about this, us?" he sat down, opening up a jar of jam as he did so to and passing it back to Laura.

"It's noones business," Ricky sipped his coffee. "People might guess."

"It's not like we won't be able to keep out hands off each other in the office," she smirked.

"Anyway, I thought we were just 'seeing how it goes'" Ricky mocked her with her own words.

"I think we've seen how 'it' goes and 'it' went quite well." Laura retorted happily.

"I think 'it' went very well, quite a few times infact!" They shared a satisfied look.

"I've booked a table for lunch at 2 o'clock. A pub, along the coast." Laura was frowning at him, "What?"

"Well it might have escaped your notice, but I'm not really in a position to be walking a coastal path," she pointed down to her leg.

"We'll take the car." Ricky put the end of his breakfast in his mouth. She was still confused. She shook her hand.

"Ricky, we came by train." He stood up.

"Come with me," he held out his arm, once again like an excited child and led Laura out of the front door and round to a garage at the side. Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked and pulled up the door revealing a old, cream coloured mini.

"Wow! That's cute." Ricky once again delighted in making Laura smile. "My first car was a mini, until I leant it to James one night and he wrote it off."

"What sort did you have?"

"A red one." Laura was focused on the car. Ricky tutted at her.

"I mean which type, God, you women can only talk cars in terms of colours!" He shook his head.