WARNING! This story definitely is M-rated. You should not read it if you aren't prepared for reading about things going on between lovers (and such). This is a serious warning! If you don't like that stuff then don't read it. If you read it anyway then don't blame me!
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Author's note and summary: I dedicate this alternative ending/chapter to SisterSnorfl who unfortunately has stopped writing... Some of you have missed a part between dinner and breakfast. Well, here it is. Enjoy...
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the hint of a treat
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"Let's go home." Tommy breathlessly rasped while he set the car into first gear. "It's time for dinner."
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On their way home, they had not yet decided if it should be his or hers, and it actually was not really time for dinner, but they decided to have something from the takeaway they usually only drive past.
"Mine or yours?" Tommy asked after several moments of silence.
"Yours." Barbara quietly answered. "There's more space."
And she knew it definitely would be tidier. And she knew his bed definitely was bigger and something in her mind told her she definitely wanted to end the day in his bed and nowhere else. She hid a shy grin.
"What?" Tommy asked similarly grinning.
"Nothing. It's just..." Barbara searched for an appropriate word. "...bigger."
The look they exchanged revealed that they surely both thought the same.
Still driving Tommy plugged in the hands-free set and his ear phone and called a number.
"Denton, hello. Lynley here. Could you please do me a favour and set the dinner table for a romantic dinner for two?"
"Of course. You're having a guest, Sir?"
"Yes, I have." Tommy gave Barbara a warm look. Of course she only heard one side of the conversation. "We'll be there in about 45 minutes."
"I see."
Tommy thought his butler sounded a bit indignant and felt the need of an explanation. This was not one of his so called Ladies. "It's Miss Havers."
"Oh, that's nice. If I may say so."
"Yes, very nice indeed." Again he looked at Barbara who gave him a shy smile in return.
"Shall I cook a meal?"
"No, thanks, we'll bring something we don't want to eat in the neon lit imbiss."
"I understand. Would you like wine or beer?"
"White wine."
"Very well. Anything else?"
"No, thank you. When you've set the table you can call it a day, Denton."
"I will. Thank you, Sir. Oh, on this occasion I'd like to ask if I can have the next day off. I'd like to visit my sister, she's called earlier today."
"Of course, Denton. Enjoy it. Good night." That was very convenient, Tommy thought. Or maybe Denton was just the perfect butler who knew when the man of the house needed to be alone.
Tommy grinned in a way that made Barbara blush again. "So, we're alone?" she asked with a nervous undertone.
"We are." His grin grew even broader. "We can have a nice romantic... dinner."
"Does he always disappear when..."
"When what?"
"When you have a lady guest."
"No." After a while he added "And I haven't had lady guests recently."
"Mh."
"None after... after I returned to my house in Belgravia." They exchanged a deep look. "Denton wouldn't have approved of... her."
"I haven't either."
"I know. I'm sorry." For a while they kept silent. "But you'll see, Denton is the perfect butler. He can be invisible if he wants to. And sometimes he's making some noise in the kitchen or in his flat when he's disagreeing. But he's polite and discreet."
"Of course." Barbara snorted. "He's your butler."
"And he already knew me when I was still in my swaddling clothes."
At that image Barbara laughed out loud.
"I hardly can lead him on anymore, Barbara, and he's also a good friend."
"And your butler."
"You'll get used to him." Tommy winked. Barbara's slightly shocked expression amused him. "Ah, here we are. The Fisherman's Bite."
They were alone in the takeaway shop and rather quickly they had ordered their meals. Again Tommy mentioned that they would be completely alone for dinner when he took Barbara into his arms in front of the counter.
She nodded. "I know. You've said so. And your... and Mr Denton? When will he..."
So she had been thinking about the same. A broad smile appeared on Tommy's face. "Mh, well... He's left for a short break. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow."
He looked at her and could read in her face that she knew what that meant. They would be alone, there would not be anybody else in the house and it would not only be for the evening. The night ahead would be their night. They could do whatever they want wherever they want and they would not be heard by anybody and nothing could become embarrassing in the morning. Barbara only feared that the embarrassment could turn up earlier.
Tommy bent down and gave her a promising kiss. Barbara began to smile broadly. Although she was a bit afraid of what would come she did not feel any need to hide her desire. When he kissed her again she responded eagerly. The longing in her eyes turned into a burning fire and he was not going to distinguish it. Quite the opposite. When he kissed her again it was deep and lustful and lasted until the bell on the bar was ringing loudly.
"Any sauce?" the cook asked with a juicy grin that made the couple blush.
"No thanks, Sir. I've got some at home."
Barbara suppressed her laughter until they stepped outside.
"What?" Tommy fake innocently asked.
"That's the naughtiest thing I've ever heard from your lips, your Lordship."
"I plan on changing that, Ms Havers." He gave her a seductive look with half closed eyes. Barbara's laugh died. Something in her belly was doing a somersault. "You'll see."
She had to clear her throat while he opened the car and let her in. "But first we'll have a refreshment. It's time for dinner."
Half an hour later they were in Belgravia.
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A/N: Revenge is sweet.