7 October 2011

"Happy Birthday Jayne!"

She smiles as she answers the phone call from a sleepy Chris.

"So, did you get spoiled, did you get anything special?" Chris asks

"Well, the kids gave me some cute gifts and Phil has given me a special treat that I thought long and hard about."

"So, tell me," he says, intrigued.

"You'll see when you get here – now go back to sleep, you didn't have to wake up so early just to call me!"

"But you are worth it; talk to you soon, can't wait to see you"

Jayne was curled up on her favourite chair, sipping tea, both hands clasped around the steaming mug.

She was staring into space, mind wandering when her phone buzzed breaking into her thoughts. Picking up the phone she smiled, "Right on time, as usual," she answered.

"I just got off the plane!" replied Chris, "I'll connect with you as soon as I have settled in"

Jayne exhaled slowly, now that Chris was back, the Dancing on Ice madness started again but somehow, she felt that she was more complete when he was around.

Suddenly her heart fluttered with excitement at seeing him – he didn't know her secret yet!

Jayne took a deep breath and knocked on the door, heart pounding. The door flew open and there he was, arms open with a grin on his face.

She practically flew into his arms as he enveloped her with a hug. "God, I've missed you" he murmured into her hair. Kissing the top of her head softly, inhaling her scent, he sighed. She clung onto him, "I've missed you too, lots"

They held onto each other tightly.

Stepping out of their embrace, Chris clasped her hands and looked at her. She was blushing and lowered her eyes.

"What?" he asked


"No, there is something," he said, looking at her quizzically

Suddenly his eyes widen, "Oh my God!" he gasps, "you have breasts!"

"Thank you very much Chris, I always had breasts in case you never noticed before"

"Not those ones!"

Jayne looked down, a little shyly, "Well, Karen convinced me after she had her's done, she was so happy with them that I took the step too"

Looking up, raising one eyebrow she asked, "So…. Do you like them?"

"O… M…. G," replied Chris

"I'll take that as a yes, then" she grinned.

A few days later, training started in earnest.

Working on a new lift, Chris stretched his hand across Jayne's torso to rotate her.

"Lean into me, yes like that, then rotate"

"Like this?" she asked, perfecting the move

"Ummm, that needs to change"

"Well, I thought it worked, what was wrong?"

"When you turn to face me, I grabbed your breast," replied Chris, "we are going to have to change it"

"Oh, please," says Jayne "it worked, and since when do you have a problem touching my breasts? How often do you have to touch them when we do a lift? Everyone knows that… didn't you even say on Alan Carr that skating is intimate? And remember the Oscar tango where the only way we could do that one move was for you to place your hand directly over my breast?"

"Jeez you talk a lot," smiles Chris, "anyway, it is not the same anymore. Before, it was just you…"

"Thanks a lot once more…."

"Don't interrupt, it just feels different, wrong somehow for me to be touching you there…. Not that I don't like it," he twinkles with a grin

Jayne's cheeks glow as she looks away for a second, "Come on you old softy, back to work" as she grabs his hand

I can think of something else soft, sighs Chris to himself.

"Why don't you and Karen come over for dinner with me and Phil tonight? I'll cook" asks Jayne.

"We'd love to come, though, not sure if you are cooking!"

"Don't be so rude Chris, just because you beat me in Ready, Steady, Cook (with help I may add) doesn't mean that I can't cook. I'll make that chicken that you love and then you can't refuse!"

"Oh, for the chicken, I'll be there," he winks

Jayne punches him in arm and grins back at him.

Later that night, the two couples sit happily ensconced in front of the fire, wine glasses in hand. Conversation seems to be strained with long periods of silences and much frowning on Phil's part.

Eventually Jayne gets up to serve dinner.

"Can I help you?" asks Karen

"No, you relax," answers Jayne "you sit there with Chris, Phil pour some more wine and I'll get the food"

She enters the dining room looking like a picture of domesticity – cute apron tied around her neck and a steaming pot of chicken in her hands.

Now that is a woman, thinks Chris to himself looking sideways at Karen sitting next to him.

"What wine do you want with your dinner?" asks Phil, "I have a brilliant South African Merlot 2006, or do you prefer a Chardonnay which may go better with the chicken"

"Oh, Phil, just pour the wine," laughs Jayne, "he fancies himself as a wine connoisseur whereas I am just a wine consumer!"

"To us" Karen proposes a toast "for a great season" as Jayne begins slicing the chicken to serve.

"What part of the chicken do you prefer Chris?" she asks

"Umm… the breast!" he replies with a cheeky grin

Jayne's eyes widen as she busies herself with the food trying not to notice the blush creeping up into her cheeks.

As they sit down to dinner, Chris can't help himself sneaking glances across the table at Jayne's low cut top with her new cleavage revealing itself. Since when did she wear clothes like that anyway?

He thinks he always knew that she was pretty, always saw her as a best friend but looking at her now, thoughts that he has tried so hard to repress over the years, seem to be bubbling up to the surface again.

He swallows hard.

Focus Dean he tells himself, she is a married woman and Karen is sitting right next to me.

"That was great, Jayne, perfect in fact" says Chris, "let me help you clear up"

Karen moves to help too. "Relax Karen", he says, "you go sit by the fire and I'll bring you some coffee"

"Well you won't hear me arguing with that"

"Excuse me," says Phil "as cosy as this is, I actually have work that I need to do – and that will give you 3 some time to talk skating"

Chris walked into the kitchen to find Jayne washing dishes, back turned towards him, arms covered in soap suds. She was singing to herself, totally off key which made him smile.

He quietly walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her.

She screeched in surprise. "Shhh" he whispered

"Thanks for dinner Jayne" he said pulling her closer to him. He was very aware of her breasts under his arms.

"Chris," she breathed, "please don't."

"Don't what? I am just holding you"

"You don't understand Chris," she said.

"I do, I love you Jayne, you know that…."

She interrupted him, turning around to face him "I know you love me Chris…."

"But Jayne I do love you and the more I am with you, the more I realize that it is not just best friend kind of love – you are beautiful and you are sexy and your new confidence just amazes me"

Jayne took a breath, eyes wandering, not sure what to say or how to respond.

"Chris…" and before she could continue, he bent down a silenced her with a gentle kiss. That kiss could have been an innocent act but something had shifted and it meant a lot.

Jayne pulled away, shaking slightly. This was Chris, her best friend, her skating partner but somehow a boundary had just been crossed – one that they promised they would never entertain.

"Karen is going to wonder where we are" she whispered and started walking towards the lounge. Chris trailed behind staring at her beautiful behind.

Karen looked up as they entered "and where is the coffee?" she asked looking up at both of them. Something was up, Jayne and Chris weren't looking at each other and they were very quiet.

"I decided that I want to have an early night and besides, we have a long day tomorrow"

The next day was going to be a long one.

They had a lot of choreography and polishing up of routines to do and Jayne and Chris got on with their work as always. But their eyes kept on seeking each other, questioning what had happened last night.

Jayne was feeling distracted – there was nothing wrong with her marriage, but it wasn't wonderful either. If it was, would she get so excited at the sight of Sebastien's muscles, would she find Chico sexy and above all, could she consider one of her deepest, darkest desires? To take her relationship with Chris to a level that they had avoided since the beginning of their partnership.

She tried to distract herself by watching Sebastien. Oh, he was beautiful, and French. She shook her head and laughed to herself.

"OK, time for a lunch break," shouts Chris

"I'm taking mine in my dressing room, I need some space and some quiet," said Jayne.

Chris looked longingly at her but let her go – respecting her need for space.

But during lunch, he could not relax – pacing up and down like a caged tiger.

"What is wrong Chris," asks Karen, "why can't you sit still?"

"I just have a lot on my mind, I think I will take a walk before we go into our afternoon training session"

"That," responds Karen, "is probably a good idea. I will see you later."

Chris starts walking down the passage, fully intending going outside for a walk in the crisp, fresh air to clear his mind. But somehow he finds himself slowing down and pausing outside Jayne's room.

He stands there for what seems like ages, thinking should I, shouldn't I?

Eventually he gently knocks on the door straining to hear any sounds coming from inside. There is no response but he hears music playing. Should he walk away? He can't, he feels a strong need to see her, to be with her and slowly opens the door peeking inside.

Jayne is lying on the couch, eyes closed, in her gown.

Adele is playing in the background …

Chris stands there quietly, watching Jayne and listening to the lyrics:

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, "

As he turns to Jayne he sees tears streaming down her face and realises that those words are meant for him. His heart swells as he walks towards her.

His instinct to protect her is so strong that it drives him across the room.

"Oh, Jayne"

She looks up at him, eyes searching, tears flowing as he embraces her tightly.

She sighs a sigh that says so much.

He kisses her gently on the lips, wiping her tears away.

"I love you Chris and I don't know what to do about it"

"Don't think about it now, just stay here with me in my arms"