Through Sickness And In Health - Flac

Part Five

Groggily, the next morning the pair awoke sprawled out across the bed. They found their fingers were entwined and their legs in tangle with each other. Fletch rolled onto his side to face the woman he was currently sharing a bed with and smiled when he saw she was also awake.
"Good morning." She whispered with a smile and closed the gap between them. Their lips met softly and shared a sweet lingering kiss, neither wanting to pull away.

"I love you." Fletch whispered surprising them both when they eventually had to pull back from each other. Jac noticed that he looked shocked that he had said but he hadn't tried to retract it. The nurse reached forward and stroked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too." She replied after taking a large gulp of breath. She grinned uncharacteristically as he continued to stroke her hair.
"Sorry what was that? I didn't quite catch what you said." He teased. Using little effort she batted his arm and play-scowled.
"You heard me loud and clear Fletcher." She refused to repeat it just to wind him up. "If you're going deaf in your old age that's not my problem." Jac teased back.
"Ouch Naylor." He pretended to be offended. "So if I'm old what does that make you?"
"Oi I'm only a year older than you. You act like I'm old enough to be your mother." The surgeon faked being disgusted by him and rolled away so her back was turned to him.

"Jacky come back to me. Pleaseeeee?" He whined.
"How is calling me Jacky going to help you in any way Adrian?"
"Because you love me." She could hear the childish proud grin in his voice.
"I thought you didn't hear me old man?" She replied with a raised eyebrow even though he couldn't see it.
"Oh so you did say that then. Thank you for confirming that." The audible grin was still there.
"Psh." She huffed, still facing away from him.

The bed dipped behind her and a ruffling of the duvet covers filled the room. Warm breath fanned Jac's neck and hands were placed around her waist.
"I love youuuuuu, please come back to me." He whined like a child, tightening his grip on her abdomen.
"Get off me you numpty!" She laughed and wriggled trying to escape his grasp.
"Numpty?" He repeated her reaction from her days in hospital with him by her side. "Stealing my insults now are we?"
"If I stole your heart I might as well steal your insults as well Mr Fletcher." She smirked.
"Christ I never knew you could be so cheesy Jac." He laughed and tickled her side, being weary to avoid her scar. She squirmed under his touch and tried to get away. However this escape plan didn't go quite as well as she wanted it to. Due to his firm tight grasp around her, he moved with her and she neared the edge of the bed.
"Jac! We're gonna fall! Stop wriggling." He laughed but it was too late to stop it. Thump! They both crashed to the floor and landed in a heap.
"Omph!" Jac landed on the top of Fletch's stomach and he lay flat out on the floor. "Are you okay?" She asked genuinely concerned that she may have hurt him.
"Yep." He replied and both of them burst out laughing. "Who's the numpty now eh?" He teased. Jac tried to push herself up off of him, using the floor as a support but gave up when the all too familiar sharp pain shot through her body. She collapsed back against him, resting her head on his chest, grimacing.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" Fletch asked and stroked her hair back for a second time that day.
"Yeah just give me a minute."
"Okay take as long as you need." He replied in an understanding manner.

"Why are you so bloody lovely? I don't deserve you; I'm a bitch." She said softly. Fletch laughed.
"You aren't a bitch, you're an Ice Queen. There's a big difference. Anyway you're my Ice Queen." He argued.
"Oh really? You like to dive straight in don't you." She teased.
"Well you know, it's not like we've only just met. You've heard the rumours surely? We were basically a couple before we even knew it, even when I was with Abi." He tried to defend himself.
"Fletch, I'm joking. I don't mind. I've wanted this for a long time and you know how much I hate small talk." She tilted her head up to look at him, still laid on top of him.
"Oh right, great-." She cut him off with a kiss.
"Stop talking and kiss me." She demanded, pretending to be angry.

When they pulled back again, Fletch gave her a sheepish look.
"What?" Jac asked, paranoid that something was really wrong.
"So you know I said take as long as you need?" She nodded. "I've kinda got cramp in my leg now. Sooooo uh."
"Yeah yeah, sorry." She laughed quietly and rolled off onto the floor. "You old man."
"Ouch." He replied with a smile.