Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, except for Joey Nixon, and I don't intend making any profit from them - just taking them out for a little while before returning them to The Bill - heck Jo's got six months before she's back filming again! lol
Warning: Sequel to Fix You - probably wise to read that first or much of this won't make sense to you. Involves an established Sam/Jo relationship with consensual ff sexual content. If that ain't your thing or it's illegal wherever you are, now is the time to bail out.
Suffer The Children
Abi stood watching her three month old son as he slept, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he woke once again and was demanding her attention. Unfolding the paper she clenched in her fist, her eyes swam with tears as she read the short note. Her mind was in turmoil; should she tell her mum, even though it would cause her unbearable pain? Could she talk to Jo, someone less directly involved but pivotal in their lives? Would it be better if she kept it to herself, dealt with it quietly in the hope it would go away? So many questions were buzzing around her mind as she descended the stairs, she never saw Jo until she walked into her in the hallway.
"Morning Abi, you look like a zombie. Joey been up all night again?" Jo wrapped one arm around her lover's daughter, herself weary from the nightshift but concerned for Abi who had become markedly withdrawn in recent days – ever since receiving a mysterious letter.
"He's not been too bad, just a bit chesty. How was your night?" Abi made small talk as Jo flicked the switch on the kettle, preparing two mugs without asking Abi if she wanted one, used to their morning routine whenever Jo worked at night.
"Pretty quiet really. At least it gave me a chance to catch up on some paperwork. Sam never told me that becoming a sergeant meant that aspect of the job doubled!"
"You know Mum, perfect sales pitch to distract you from the realities." Abi smiled somewhat half-heartedly. She thanked Jo as the brunette handed over a steaming mug of tea before following her through to the lounge, hoping that her nerve would hold. She needed to talk to someone, she just hoped that she was making the right decision.
"Penny for them." Jo beckoned for Abi to take a seat on the couch next to her, sensing that there was something she wanted to share with her.
"That letter I got the other day… it was from Hugh." Abi faltered, looking at Jo to gauge her reaction.
"Hugh? As in Hugh Wallis, Hugh?" Abi nodded, eyes downcast, afraid now there was no going back. "What did he want? Does your mum know?" Jo placed a hand on top of Abi's squeezing it gently in a gesture of support, glad that Abi felt she could turn to her at what seemed to be a difficult time.
"He wants to see his son, he sent me a visiting order. I can't tell Mum, not after what he did to us. I can't let him destroy what we've worked so hard to build up; the trust, the friendship. It'd kill her if he came back into our lives. But he has a right to see his own son, doesn't he?" Abi plaintively asked, sounding like the frightened, vulnerable teenager she really was, so worldly-wise in many respects and yet painfully naïve in others.
"Abi, sweetheart, no one in their right mind is going to force you to see Hugh again or force you to let him see Joey. He sacrificed his rights when he abducted you, drugged you and brainwashed you whilst playing mind games with your mother." Jo tried hard not to let her bitterness echo in her words, remembering her first months at Sun Hill and how Sam had suffered. The two women hadn't been close in those days, Sam regarding Jo as an outsider encroaching on her turf, but still it pained Jo to remember how the woman she had grown to adore had been made to suffer so cruelly. "It has to be your decision, about taking Joey to see Hugh and about telling your mum, but ask yourself how Sam would feel if she found out you'd heard from him and not told her. You've worked hard at re-building one another's trust – trust your mum to do what's best for you and to be there. She's stronger now than she was then, your bond is so much deeper…"
"And we have you." Abi interrupted, a genuine tender smile on her face as she looked at the woman beside her.
"Yes you do. I'd like to think that family life for you both is more stable than it was last time you were involved with Hugh. He didn't strike me as the type of man who'd take no for an answer, at least not lying down. Chances are Sam will find out sooner or later, don't you think it'd be best if she heard it from you?"
"I know in my heart you're right but it's like there's this part of me that can't tell her. A few years ago, I'd have told her just to hurt her but I can't bring myself to think of causing her pain now. Not after everything she did to get me back safe, no matter what I said to her or how much I told her I hated her, she kept at it to bring me home. Even when everyone else thought she was going mad blaming Hugh for abducting me, claiming he was brainwashing me, drugging me, she still wouldn't give up – even if it cost her her job, the one thing I thought meant more to her than anything, including me. It made me see the bigger picture, made me grow up a lot."
"Life has a way of teaching us hard lessons, the lucky ones learn, the not so fortunate keep on making the same mistakes over and over. Be lucky, listen to your heart and let it guide you. If it feels right to talk to Sam, tell her. If not, wait until a time when it does. But if you are going to tell her, wait until tonight yeah? It's not really the kind of thing you want to drop on her just as she's on the way out of the door to work. Whatever you decide to do, you know you can always talk to me yeah?" Jo wrapped up the conversation as she heard Sam beginning to move about upstairs, wondering how she was going to keep this secret from her lover if Abi decided not to share her news with her mum.
"Thanks Jo. I bet you'd make a brilliant mum, you're so patient and laid-back." Abi wrapped her arms around the brunette, expressing her gratitude in the crushing embrace.
"Trust me, if you'd been my daughter, I'd have ripped Hugh Wallis's head from his shoulders and shoved it where the sun never shone, with his balls following for good measure!" Abi guffawed with laughter at the mental imagery that conjured up, marvelling at Jo's turn of phrase and her ability to disarm a situation, no matter how serious. Unwrapping herself from Abi's arms, Jo dropped a fond kiss on the top of her head before heading upstairs to bed, hoping to grab a few moments with Sam before she had to leave for her shift.
"Morning gorgeous. Tough night?" Sam pulled her fiancée into a warm hug as the sergeant entered their bedroom, shivering as their bodies collided, still a victim of lust every time they touched. Tilting her head up towards Jo's, Sam captured the brunette's luscious lips with her own, hating more than ever the incompatibility in their shifts and wishing she could head back to bed with her lover.
As she drew back for breath, Jo answered, "it was a slow night actually. Plenty of paperwork done and too much time to think about how I could be here with you, doing this and more. I came up with some very interesting scenarios for punishing you for not warning me about the less glamorous side of becoming sergeant by the way. Are you sure you have to go in today?" Jo let her hand wander over Sam's body, resting on her buttock, caressing it lightly, knowing that it would cause a reaction having spent the three months since she'd left the hospital intimately familiarising herself with Sam's most sensitive spots.
"Jo, I'm the DI, I can't just take a day off when I feel like it – and believe me I feel like; I really feel like it!" Sam squirmed in Jo's arms, knowing if she didn't make a break for it soon, she would be late for work but reluctant to leave the embrace.
"Hmm so I see." Sam gasped as Jo's hand found its way into her knickers, her fingers immediately coated in Sam's slick juices as she sought out and located the blonde's sensitive nub.
"Ungh. Did I ever tell you you're a very bad influence?" Sam gripped Jo's shoulder with one hand, needing to support her weight as her knees threatened to buckle.
"Is that so?" Jo punctuated each word by milking Sam's clit, tugging on it gently and squeezing it between her fingers, revelling in her lover's reaction. "Want me to tell you about how I imagined punishing you?" Jo built up a steady rhythm, one hand buried deep within Sam's core, the other wrapped around her waist helping to support her weight.
"Oh God, Jo, no! I really should be getting ready for work. Besides, you're off work for the next 48 hours, we can make up for lost time tonight." Sam's protestations were half-hearted as she rode Jo's hand, throwing her head back as Jo's thumb began a steady motion on her taut bundle of nerves. Jo leaned forward, suckling on the hollow at the base of Sam's throat, caressing it with her tongue, matching the motion of her thumb. She felt Sam's muscles flutter against her fingers as the first gentle waves of her orgasm began, intensifying as Jo increased the pressure on Sam's sensitive nub.
"Come on sweetie, let it go. I've got you, I won't let you fall." As Jo whispered in Sam's ear, taking her lobe between her teeth and toying with it, Sam cried out, muffling the sound by burying her head in Jo's shoulder, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her body. Jo stilled her hand as Sam leant panting against her, so close to her own release, knowing it wouldn't take much attention from Sam to send her crashing over the edge.
Recovering some of her motor functions, Sam realised that Jo must be in need of some assistance if her heavy lidded gaze and almost black pupils were anything to go by. "Shall we move this to the shower? That way I have a hope of still getting to work somewhere near on time." Sam led the charge into the en-suite bathroom, stripping out of her nightclothes and turning on the shower to let the water warm up. Jo shed her own clothing, still a little self-conscious of her body since Mark's attack; the long scar across her chest fading but a constant reminder all the same. Sam gazed at her naked lover a renewed hunger burning within her, finding something new to adore each time she took in the sight of Jo's magnificent body. Pulling her into the narrow shower cubicle, Sam wasted no time in turning her attention to Jo's needs, drawing her close and kissing every available inch of skin, concentrating on Jo's hypersensitive nipples one at a time. She ran her hand down over Jo's stomach, following the path of the water cascading over them from the showerhead, finding a delightful new wetness between Jo's thighs. As she worked on each nipple in turn with her mouth, three of her fingers deftly entered the taller woman, thumb repeatedly grazing Jo's already twitching clit, sending her spiralling into oblivion.
Sam tucked the duvet up around Jo's chin, the brunette stifling a yawn as her run of long nights beckoned her into the land of dreams. Kissing her gently, Sam wished her sweet dreams before dashing down the stairs, planting a quick peck on Abi's cheek and the head of her now wide awake grandson and heading out of the door for another day at the office, little knowing it could be a day to change her life.