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Robin loved her job. There was no question about it. She was more than willing to take risks if that meant solving a case and put criminals away. There was also no mistake her life had changed since she started working with Cormoran. Everything was exciting and fun, funner than it had been in years.
That being said, there was one big 'BUT'. A little something she hadn’t told Cormoran because the last thing she needed was to get special treatment. There was already enough tension in the room. She didn’t need to add something extra. Truth was, she hated stake-outs.
Surveillance was a struggle for any detective. This was even more true if she had to go at it alone, waiting in a car until dawn, sometimes surveilling a cheating husband or an unknown man in a suspicious house.
Robin’s last surveillance job had been difficult, since she had to stay in her car for hours in the cold winter, alone and fighting to remain alert. She had sung to herself, read, drank more caffeine than her body would sustain, and had been tempted to slap herself in the face a couple of times so she could keep her eyes open.
It wasn’t until Sam knocked on the window of her car that she had smiled, content she would take a warm shower and snuggle into her warm bed.
Robin opened the door to the house, covering her mouth with the bag of her hand to suppress a yawn. She claimed into the room, dragged herself towards the bathroom for a quick shower and waltzed into the bedroom just a few minutes later.
The sunlight was peeking through the thin curtains of her room, and the large figure under the covers steered as the light hit his face. Robin smiled to herself. He looked handsome despite being sleepy.
He turned around, opened his sleepy eyes and pulled the covers aside so she could lie beside him. She obliged, her tired body desperate for warmth and a sweet hug from her husband.
He kissed her, and Robin melted into his lips and his brawny arms that wrapped around her waist. They pulled away when the lack of air became a problem, and she pushed herself further into his body. “Good morning to you too,” he spoke, his voice husky from sleep.
“You know I love this job, don’t you?” Robin said, caressing his cheek and him closing his eyes at the cold feel of her hand against his skin. He nodded a reply. “And I want to do everything right for the agency, but I hate this.”
“You–what?”
Robin shook her head, her words being misunderstood. “I hate surveillance. It was part of my job and I used to like it, but seeing disgusting men doing awful things all night just gives me the creeps. Not to mention I bore myself to death inside the Landy.”
“Oh right, I get it. I’ll talk to your boss in the morning and ask for no more surveillance. In fact, I’ll demand no surveillance for you and if he says no, I’ll kick his arse,” he said. Robin giggled, and he looked at her as if she had offended him with her mockery.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad at yourself,” Robin said and snuggled even closer to him. Cormoran kissed her cheek, and she shivered at the feel of his lips against her skin, his hands slowly making their way underneath her pajamas. His left hand, warm on her back except for the cold wedding ring, made her feel at home.
“No more surveillance for you, I mean it. Unless I can do it with you.” Cormoran said, his voice low and his eyes closing with tiredness. Or perhaps it was because Robin hadn’t stopped stroking his hair like she always did when they were in bed.
“I don’t think we can be productive if we do stakeouts together. You remember what happened the last time, do you?” Robin said and noticed Cormoran smiled at the thought.
That night had started off perfect. They had talked to keep themselves awake. Robin laughed at his lame jokes. He did the same. Until their conversations had turned out more personal, she had told him about his assault and he listened carefully. Cormoran had told her about his troubled childhood, about Rokeby, about Joan and his mother. Their conversation had ended in silence, both of them too emotionally drained to say something else.
Robin couldn’t exactly pinpoint who got closer, who started everything, but they had ended at the back of her car, his lips rough against her, desperate to unravel their passions.
Surveillance didn't happen the night before or that night. Their relationship had escalated and Cormoran proposed to her unexpectedly, despite not being seen as husband material. She said yes without hesitation.
“That was a great night, wasn’t it?” Cormoran whispered. Robin, feeling the effects of being awake all night, suppressed a yawn. He pulled her closer again, wrapped his eyes around her waist. “Get some sleep–”
“You’re not going anywhere, right?” Robin asked, and he smiled.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,”
She did hate surveillance, for sure. It was only the aftermath that made it worth it - being at the safety of her home with her love. She couldn’t ask for anything else.