Get together, for heaven's sake - short stories with just one destination


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Author's notes: This is a collection of one-chapter short stories with just one destination: Havers and Lynley get together, VERY close.

I've taken some silly and funny ideas I've already had as little sketches and tried to 'produce' some hot stories. Mostly those stories are written around a little nonsense-scene I already had in my scratchbook for a while and had no idea where to put them or how to work them out so first I thought they could make nice little 299-words-stories but then (having the Little Glass Slippers already in the making) I decided to use them now - with only one target. First I had wanted to put them only as Rese and Liam stories into "Cinderella" but then decided to keep them in their original form (or worked them out still a bit more (and more)) and just put very summarised and transformed versions into "Little Glass Slippers" (there with less than 600 words). I will post both stories one by one so if you want to you can read those long versions here and skip the Rese and Liam stories there but it is not necessary for the Cinderella story.


M-rated for serious reasons. If you don't like that, don't read it! If you read it anyway don't blame me.


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Dance (also known as Rese and Liam I, LGS, ch.2)

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It had been a long day full of hard work. Everything had gone wrong. The interviews did not go like they should, their colleagues had not pushed themselves as far as they could and success was far more out of reach like they would have hoped in the morning. DI Thomas Lynley and his sergeant Barbara Havers had had it all on this rainy Friday in late September - they had found the coffee vendor machine broken in the morning, the suspects and witnesses all not at home thereafter, their usual lunch place had been closed for holidays, and in the afternoon they had had to chase all three suspects when they all had fled from the detectives on their visit. One run had given Barbara a nasty scratch in her face from a whipping willow bush limb, one run had ruined Lynley's suit while he lost the fight against a barbed wire fence and the last run ended with a fugitive suspect and with both detectives sliding down a muddy mound into a swampy pool. Not to mention the dull paperwork at the end of the day with both sitting in the office in some not overly elegant spare police shell suits.

Since both were hungry and did not want to cook nor change clothes and go to a restaurant he invited her for some take-away fish and chips in his cosy, fireplace heated livingroom. Being too lazy to get home with the tube before dinner and too tired to find any acceptable objection she finally agreed.


Barbara had been at his house before so she knew where to drop on the couch. Immediately turning on the telly and opening her can of lemonade she started eating her vinegar soaked meal. She had discarded her sneakers next to the door right when she came into the livingroom. When Lynley came there after hanging up her jacket that had landed on his cabinet in the hall he stopped in the doorframe and watched the sight of his sergeant with her feet on the coffee table and her fingers in the fried stuff.

Something in his heart made a strange zing and something in his belly suddenly cringed with delight. It was good to see her so relaxed. He placed the plate with his chili-spiced fish and chips, his cutlery and the glass with his still water on the coffee table next to her feet. It did not bother her at all and munching her meal she continued zapping through his how many soever channels until she stopped at a news-show reporting of their actual case.

She's so at ease here nowadays. he thought with a side glance. Years ago, when she first came here, it had been totally different and he knew she had felt very uncomfortable in this openly expensive residence. He watched her out of the corners of his eyes and sighed when he recognised the news-show accused the police of being incompetent.

"I'm so sick of this!" Barbara grumbled. He could see tears in her eyes. The whole day had been physically and emotionally straining and she simply could not keep them back. With an angry snort she turned off the telly.

Like a little psychological cure they talked about the case and the events of the day while they ate and still afterwards when they brought Lynley's dishes and Barbara's waste into the kitchen. He got two bottles of beer off the fridge and they went into his study. Barbara made no move to leave for her own home - what for?! She would be alone there. And besides she momentarily had no beer at home.


They talked, they argued, they discussed details, they drank each a second bottle of beer. And somewhere inbetween he had turned on some sweet and slow background music.

Tommy sat behind his desk and swung with his chair. Barbara sat, or better fidgeted, on the leather sofa on the opposite side of the room. At some point they fell silent. Her head on the backrest and her arms limp at her sides she stared at the ceiling, he stared at his desk, his hands folded in front of his chest.

"I'm so exhausted." Her voice was choked with tears again.

"Yah, rough day today." He sighed.

"Not only today but the last year in general." She closed her eyes.

Tommy understood. He knew what she had gone through and so he just nodded. They did not need to bring the full topic up again. It only would hurt her too much.

Something needs to be done. he thought.

He turned up the music a little louder, got up and moved around his desk. In front of the sofa he held out a hand to her.

"May I have this dance?" he silently asked. They had never danced before. Not even at those boring Metropolitan Police Christmas Balls.

"What?!" Startled she looked up to him. "Oh, get off, Tommy, I don't dance now."


It was the first time she called him by his name. Out of the blue, without warning, without any hesitancy at all. Sure enough, it was a bit grumpy but she called him Tommy. She pulled at his heartstrings for the second time tonight. He stopped breathing for a split of a second. No, he won't let her get away. He wanted to hold her, feel her, soothe her. He wanted her to know that he cared for her. He just took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa.

"Yes, you do."

She struggled halfheartedly, too tired to object more forceful, but he just put her arms on his chest, covered her hands with one hand, keeping them in place over his racing heart, and encircled her waist with his other arm. Except once they never had been so close before. With his nose in her hair right behind her ear and his hand in her back he started to gently sway to the slow background music.

She closed her eyes. Though tensed inside with this unforeseen intimate touch Barbara soon relaxed against his chest and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. This was too comfortable to resist. His hands were drawing soothing circles on her back and his breath warmed her earlobe. She felt her tears of sorrow subside. They were replaced by little tears of comfort that soaked his shirt.

"Barbara..." His whisper trickled into her ear. "Please stop crying."

His lips brushed her ear barely noticable. It sent an eager shiver down her spine where his hands laid spreading all fingers, pressing just a little bit to keep her against his chest.

Simultaneously they began to kiss the part that was closest to their lips at that moment as if it was the most natural thing in the world. While he whispered meaningless sounds onto her earlobe she breathed a kiss onto his stubbly jaw just next to his ear.

Both pairs of lips slowly travelled their ways on the other's facial skin until they reached the corners of their mouths.

Barbara crumpled the cloth over his chest when she felt his hands, which had slowly moved downwards, finally reached the small of her back.

They brought some space between their faces to look at each other. This was not at all what they had expected to happen. Not at all, not now, not after such a horrible day, almost not ever. He cupped her face with the hand that had covered hers until now and slowly wiped his thumb across the red scratch on her cheek. His eyes moved to her lips and back to her eyes. Those green shimmering pools told him silently that she was deeply afraid and that she did not want to be hurt anymore. They travelled to his mouth. His smile was reassuring and hopeful. Her eyes went back to his to see right into his soul. His dark brown eyes silently asked if she approved what should follow now.

Her answer was to slowly close the short distance between them and his heart started to race even more. Their lips met for the first time and her heart missed a beat.


It was a sweet and short but nonetheless intense touch. They came apart again and exchanged a look that was full of hope, approval and the wish to reapeat this, to continue this kiss. Barbara closed her eyes and expected him to come down on her lips again. Tommy did not disappoint her and slowly they kissed their souls into each other.

Gently he manoevered her lips apart and his tongue explored her mouth. Concentrated on their kiss Barbara stopped breathing. She kept her tongue in the back until his reached it. They twisted and turned. She had her hands looped around his neck and she stood on tiptoes. Tommy's hands slowly massaged her bottom and stroked her hips, pressing her firmly against his undeniable desire until she moaned breathlessly into his mouth.

This made him moan in return and he made a step forward which brought her a step backward. Two steps more and the hollows of her knees met the sofa. She held on to his upper arms.

"Tommy..." Her whisper was uncertain and still full of anticipation.

Reasonable thinking somehow was far, far away. Full sentences and whatever objections may have existed were even farther.

He took off his sweater and bathed in her adoring eye. Gently he tugged at her jumper, a silent request to get free from this piece of cloth. Barbara conceived the hint and in a second her own sweater lay on the floor next to his. With a sharp intake of breath he saw what an unexpectedly very silky, black thing she had on. Their foreheads gently bumped. Tommy's fingertips traced her collarbones from her neck to her shoulders and when his touches reached the straps of her bra he traced the thin lines downward to her curves.

Meanwhile he had continued leaving small kisses and tickling wet licks on her throat. The soft touch of his fingers made Barbara breath in short gasps and very uneven. His fingers only moved along the rim of her bra, never leaving skin, never touching her breast, but circling her chest until his hands were in her back where he finally opened the clasp with skilful fingers. He helped her off with the garment and dropped it somewhere next to them.

Tommy sighed and closed his eyes like Barbara did when her soft breast tenderly pressed into his hard manly chest.

His raspy voice was very certain and full of want. "Lie down, Barb."

She did. Oh, this was not at all what she had expected when she got up this morning but as she laid down on his sofa, feeling the pressure of his groin following her flush, she felt like lying down on a cloud.

In the back of her head Barbara still was afraid of what they were going to do, what would be the next day, the next days, afraid of what would be thereafter. But exactly in this moment she banned all remaining reasonable thoughts behind a wall of overwhelming emotions. Sensing her surrender to the moment Tommy brought himself to stop thinking until the next day, or until never. Tonight he wanted them both to just be and love. No usual objections, no restraints, no difference, no problems.

Just a woman and a man.


Silently and slowly they helped each other off with their pants. They kissed and caressed every square inch of each other's body until he silently and slowly slid into her. Silently they confessed their long love for each other. Slowly they picked up pace. Silently they panted heavier. Slowly they reached a mutual climax.

Silently and slowly they made love on the soft leather sofa in his study.

Silently they moaned, silently they groaned, finally they cried out each other's name. Slowly they calmed down, slowly they arranged themselves under a blanket and eventually they slipped off to sleep, pressed together in that narrow space, relishing the sheer proximity of each other.


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Author's notes: Please tell me what you think. Does that twin-story-thingy work? please review or E-Mail me. Thank you.