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The feel of Robbie's hand resting on her hip, fingers flexing against the material of her skirt was making her feel increasingly breathless. As the woman they were in conversation with directed a statement at her, Jackie managed to smile and nod politely, while having absolutely no idea as to what she'd actually responded to.
When she finally moved away, Jackie let out a small sigh of relief, gulping down a mouthful of wine in an attempt to steady what felt like strangely frazzled nerves. Robbie leaned closer to her so that his mouth was almost brushing against her ear and his proximity to her had her the hairs on the back of her neck standing on edge. Struggling to keep her eyes open as the somewhat unfamiliar feeling of pure, wanton lust rocketed through her, she heard him whisper, "You alright?"
"Fine," she got out, slightly hoarsely.
"You seem a little on edge."
"Just wondering how much longer we have to be here for."
He chuckled under his breath. "That desperate to get to bed?"
As unwanted as it was, her heart felt as though it had skipped a beat at his words. She managed to smile at him. "Is that the only thing you ever think about?"
"It can be a pleasant way to pass the time," he told her, laughing.
She shook her head in resigned dismay, although she was in no way as comfortable with this situation as he seemed to be. They had been sent undercover to a company Christmas party, masquerading as the new accounts manager and his wife in an attempt to get to know the victim's colleagues better. They even had a room booked for a night as party was in Edinburgh and since everyone else was staying overnight they didn't want to stick out in any way, didn't want to attract any unwanted suspicion.
At first she'd been fine with it, now though, now the pretence was getting to her. She knew it was part of the act, but the way he kept touching her, the way he was looking at her was putting her on edge, it was simply reawakening all the feelings she had for him, the ones she'd buried deep, deep down inside.
Robbie tapped the side of her now empty wine glass. "You want another?"
"Nah, head's starting to get fuzzy. You go ahead though."
"You sure? Quite like a tipsy Jackie."
Despite the reigning confusion in her head, she still laughed. "I suppose one more wouldn't hurt," she conceded after a moment's pause.
"I'll be back in a minute then." He leaned forward, as though he was going to kiss her and then paused as though he'd suddenly thought better of it, pulling back with a slight flush crossing his cheeks. She watched him head to the bar and let out a shaky breath as she tried to compose herself.
Glancing over his shoulder, Robbie drained the chaser of whisky that he'd ordered, his finger running along the edge of his collar as he took in Jackie from afar. The look she'd went for tonight was a far cry from her usual work wear; her dark hair was in loose waves that lightly brushed against her chin whenever she moved her head, her brown eyes were even more luminous than ever, due to the make up she'd worn and the dark blue of her dress contrasted wonderfully with her perfectly pale skin, as well as showing off her legs an attribute he often wished he got to see more of.
Nodding his thanks to the barman as the two glasses of wine were placed in front of him, Robbie ran a hand through his hair. At first he'd liked the fact that this role meant he got subtly touch her, brush his hand against her silky smooth skin, hold her close into his side, but as the evening had went on he'd begun to want even more, wanted to pull that dress from her to reveal more of that unblemished creamy skin and full curves.
Again he swallowed against the lump in his throat, that image in his head was far too tempting, had tormented him for years as it was, and tonight was just fanning that flame of desire.
Slowly, he made his way back over to her, pressing the glass of wine into her hand. Jackie smile up at him. "Thank you."
"Not a problem, open bar."
"So charming," she replied, rolling her eyes at him. "How come I never get to see the charming side to your personality, you know the one that all those woman that flock around you get to see?"
"You've seen it."
"Not for years though."
He smiled, his hand brushing against her bare elbow. "You know me to well now, don't think it would even work on you anymore."
"I think there might have been a compliment hidden in there."
"Maybe," he replied teasingly. "So you think we've got anything from this?"
"Well, I found out earlier that he was having an affair with Hannah."
Robbie frowned at her. "When did you find that out?"
"You'd be amazed how much girls talk in the toilets."
"Something I don't get that at all, but I suppose it's came in handy."
"Gives us a possible lead at least."
He drained the last of his wine as he glanced around the rapidly emptying room. "Looks like this party is over."
"Did it ever really start?"
He laughed. "Yeah, it wasn't the liveliest of dos, especially considering the amount of alcohol that was flowing."
"Think they're too uptight that even all the alcohol in the world wouldn't make any real difference." He watched in rapt fascination as she let her head fall back, stretching slightly and revealing the elegant line of her neck, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she did so and he suddenly had the image of her doing that in bed, moans of pleasure falling from her lips. He inhaled deeply, drawing a strange look from her as her eyes opened again. "Think it's safe to go up to bed now?" she asked.
His eyes widened. "What?"
"You know, to our room? The place we'll be sleeping." Her head tilted, a smile playing about her mouth as she remembered a scenario similar to this one not long after they'd first met. "Why what did you think I meant?"
"Thought I'd finally won you round," he managed to get out, his tone light even though he himself felt wracked with tension and something that seemed akin to disappointment.
She laughed, amused by his comment. "Think we both know that I'm not your usual type." Her body inadvertently brushed against his arm as she slipped past him.
Letting out a soft sigh as he watched her go, he muttered under his breath, "No, you're better."
As they stepped into they're room, Robbie watched, fighting his growing arousal as her hips swayed enticingly as she made her way around the room, moving to the side table on one side of the bed, removing her jewellery. He forced his eyes up from the curve of her ass as he sucked in a deep breath. "There's some complimentary champagne, you want some?" he asked, trying to bring back some normality into the situation and what was more normal than sitting with Jackie getting drunk.
She shook her head. "No thanks, think I'm just going to go for a bath, got some knots in my neck."
"Right." His eyes slid away from her as he fought to keep that image of her surrounded by bubbles and water out of his mind. "I'll make up the sofa then, do you think they have any spare sheets?"
The words were out of her mouth before she even had a chance to think them through, "There's plenty of room on the bed, we could just share."
"Yeah…I suppose."
Feeling more than a little awkward, she shifted on her feet. "I mean I know that you're not used to sharing a bed with a woman without sex, but we're both grown adults and we don't feel that way about the other so…" She shook her head. "Never mind."
"No," he assured her quickly. "You're right, saves us some hassle as well."
She offered him a small, half smile as she turned away. Not once in the nine years that she'd known him had she felt awkward around him, but for some reason she did right now. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire just from the thought of sleeping next to him, and it was only going to be sleeping. Shutting the bathroom door she let out a sigh, this needed to stop, she needed to stop feeling like this around him, like a teenager with an inappropriate crush. She'd managed to bury these feelings and one night of him innocently touching her, not even her bare skin and she was back to fantasising about how his hands would feel on her skin, about his mouth following those hands.
Shaking her head, she tried to stop her mind from straying into that particular vision and calm her racing heartbeat. Hitting on the taps and pouring in a liberal amount of bubbles, she reached with shaking fingers for the zip at the top of her dress and cursed under her breath when she remembered that this particular dress had a button at the top, a button that she couldn't seem to manage to get undone.
After a minute or so, she let her hands fall to her sides and somewhat reluctantly headed towards the door, opening it slowly.
Robbie looked up as the bathroom door opened. "You alright?" he asked Jackie as she stood in the doorway.
"Bit of a problem," she admitted quietly. "Without sounding too clichéd, I kind of need your help in undoing this button at the top."
"Sure." He stepped forward, his fingers deftly undoing the tiny button and yet not moving once it was out. He could smell the lingering scent of her perfume in her hair, mingling with something that was just her and his head fell forward, nose brushing against her dark curls. Her breath caught but she didn't move away and so he slowly pulled the zip downwards, baring that silky skin he dreamt about so many times over the years.
His fingertips brushed down her spine, evoking a shiver and he saw the tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips as her head tilted back slightly. The warmth of her skin was enticing and it was so soft and smooth that he wanted more, his lips lowered, sweeping lightly across the top of her shoulder as he pushed the material of her dress to one side.
His mouth had only just touched her skin when she let out a small whimper and she suddenly whipped round to face him. For a moment he thought he'd ruined everything, ruined a friendship that meant the world to him, then he met her eyes, her brown orbs cloudy with lust, pupils dilated.
She wasn't thinking straight and she knew she wasn't, but she wanted this so badly that she simply didn't care anymore, she wanted…needed to know what this would be like. Stepping forward she cupped his face with her hands and pulled his lips to her. The kiss was amazing, he drew her bottom lip into his mouth, nipping it gently before brushing his tongue against hers. Her mouth opened eagerly under his and she gasped as he backed her against the wall, one hand tangled in her hair, the other caressing her sides.
Finally they pulled apart and Jackie suddenly remembered that she'd left the water running. "The bath," she muttered breathlessly. "I need to turn the taps off."
He nodded and deciding to take a risk asked, "You need someone to wash your back?"
Jackie arched an eyebrow at him. "Your lines need some work…but it's always nice to have a another pair of hands."
Robbie grinned, that crooked, cocky grin of his that she loved so much. He kissed her neck, tongue flickering over her pulse point before he told her, "Lead the way."
Smiling as she felt his hands continue to run over her as they stumbled into the bathroom together, his lips tracing over every bit of skin that was bared to him. She pushed herself out of his embrace for a moment so that she could hit the taps off, her hand dipping into the water for a brief moment to check the temperature.
Turning to face him, she suddenly felt her confidence waver, she didn't do this, have casual sex and she wasn't naive enough to think for even one second that she was his usual type. She wasn't under thirty, wasn't blonde and wasn't stick thin, her hips had seen far too many takeouts eaten at her desk for that.
Robbie saw her falter slightly, saw the look of apprehension that crossed her face and decided that he'd come too far to let this stop now. He'd wanted this for far too long, wanted to have her fall apart just for him, wanted to see that proper veneer splinter. So he moved forward, swiftly pulling her back into his arms, his mouth finding hers again. She moaned into his mouth as she swayed slightly, hands gripping his forearms before moving to his shirt, nimbly undoing the buttons until it hung open and she pushed it to the floor before running her hands over his bare chest.
It didn't take either of them long to remove the others clothing, tugging and ripping carelessly until they were both naked. Robbie held her close for a brief moment, the kisses turning tender before he pulled away. "You getting in?" he asked.
"Always took you as more of a shower man," she murmured.
"I was, but I find I quite like the idea of you and a bubble bath."
"Pervert," she smiled.
He drew back from her and got into the water, leaning back against the bath, watching enraptured as she stepped slowly into the water before lowering herself down so that her back was pressed against his chest, his arousal pressed against her back.
His hands swept up and over her skin, trailing almost chastely up her sides before curving around her shoulder, expertly finding any knots and soothing them. Jackie let her head fall back, it felt amazing. "You're far too good at that," she mumbled.
"And I've only just started," he teased, his hands moving away from his shoulders, mouth kissing along where his fingers had just been. He brushed his knuckles down the sides of her soft, full breasts before cupping them gently, thumbs brushing around her nipples before finally teasing them.
She gave a gasp, her back arching slightly, his hands were everywhere now, skirting up and over her thighs, across her stomach and back to her breasts again, she curved her hands around his neck, leaning her head back against his shoulder as she pulled him down to her for a kiss.
One of his hands was between her legs, palm flexing against her at first until she moaned. Robbie watched as she broke away from the kiss, a pink flush creeping up and over her pale skin, a moan breaking free from the back of her throat as his thumb expertly found that oversensitive bundle of nerves.
She spread her legs wider - not an easy feat in such a confined space - one foot braced against the bath she pushed her hips into his touch, craving more. He slipped one and then two fingers into her, pulling her earlobe into his mouth as his other hand continued to toy with a nipple.
Her fingers were in his hair now, hips moving rhythmically against his hand, moans falling unheeded from her lips. It was so good that it was all she could focus on, his touch varying, pushing her higher with every caress.
His lips at her ear, he whispered hoarsely, "I want you to let go for me, Jackie."
She wasn't sure if it was his voice...his words or just a culmination of feeling from what he was doing to her but she was suddenly crying out, shudders wracking her body as she came.
He eased her slowly down from her high, teasing out a few more shivers from her before trailing his hands over her again, resting them on her hips. He was desperate now, his hips had been thrusting against her back just from watching her. His eyes scanned the bath as she tried to catch her breath, it was too small for it to be conductive for anything past this. "I think we need to move this into the bed," he muttered. "Not enough room here."
Jackie nodded lazily, laughing slightly as he eagerly clamoured out of the tub, helping her out, his eyes focused on her, watching as the rivulets of water trickled down over her still flushed skin. He grabbed a fluffy white towel, patting it over her skin and she wasn't entirely sure if the aim was to dry her or simply put her even more on edge. Deciding she'd been far too passive in this so far, she gently prised the towel from his fingers, running it over him, fingers following it's path. She curved her hand around his length, applying pressure as she stroked it, her thumb swiping over the tip every so often until his hips were jerking and panting her name and he was pulling her hand away.
His mouth was on hers in an instant as he lifted her up and placed her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hands slid up her thighs, tanking her forward and thrusting into her.
Moaning, she caught his lips with hers and this time the kiss was slightly gentler, she couldn't believe that she was actually having him like this. Part of her had always wondered that if anything actually did ever happened between them it could very well be a letdown due to the years building up to it. It wasn't. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth and he started to move, the pace frantic her hips met his.
Robbie couldn't tear his eyes away from her, couldn't quite believe how right this all felt, as though he'd been searching for something for years only to find it was right in front of him the entire time. His lips were on her neck again, tasting her skin.
Her legs tightened around him and her hips arched further into his, fingers clawing at his back as she urged him on. His hips jerked, her name falling from his lips and she found herself unexpectedly falling over the edge with him.
He could feel his heart racing as he struggled to come down from that high, his hips still flexing gently into hers. Her mouth was pressed against his throat and he lowered his head so that his forehead was resting against her hair, breathing in her scent.
After a moment she gave a small laugh, and he lifted his head, his mouth twitching as he told her, "You know there's a time and a place for laughter and this isn't it."
Her eyes sparkled as she replied, "Sorry, just that your geography's terrible, this is nowhere near the bed."
Laughing, his lips nudged hers. "Maybe I just couldn't wait any longer. Anyway." He lifted her up off the counter as though she were as light as a feather. "That's a problem I can easily fix."
