Quid pro quo
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Episode:- Whom the gods would destroy (S01E01)
Pairing:- Jean/James
Rating:- M
Achieve:- . /group/lewisffarchive/
Summary:- "Don't push your luck Sergeant or you won't be spending the night with anyone. I hear vice are looking for someone to do surveillance overnight, one call from me and all you'll be seeing tonight is the inside of a surveillance van."
Author's Note:- I love the little scene when James is making the call to the sex chat line in this episode and I always wanted to do something with the fact he asks Jean to leave the room, this is what came out when I sat down to do it! Enjoy rated M for sexual content so if that's not your thing stop now you have been warned! Otherwise reviews would be lovely!
"You asked to see me Mam?" James asked entering his superior's office and closing the door behind him. He was pretty sure he knew what this late evening meeting was going to be about and if he was honest he'd been hanging around waiting until everyone else had gone home then finally the last uniformed officer had said goodnight and told him the chief superintendent wanted to see him. Now she was sitting behind her desk the only light from the desk lamp dancing in her eyes making them seem even darker and more intense than normal.
"Your Mum's coming? And what was that all about asking me to leave the room while you were on the phone?" Jean asked quietly watching as he shuffled on his feet almost wanting to put him out of his misery but enjoying his discomfort a little too much. "I was starting to think you'd left already until Roberts came in with his leave request and said you were still in the outer office. He thinks you need a life or a girlfriend by the way."
"Well clearly so does he or he wouldn't be that interested in what I was doing. As for the call I had to get off the phone somehow to just hang up would have been rude." James replied enjoying the tension he knew she was deliberately building up between them. "And you know why I asked you to leave you know how hard it is for me at times just to be in the same room as you without wanting to pin you against the nearest flat surface to have to engage in that sort of conversation with you within arm's reach would have been impossible."
"You realise if I'd had to listen to that woman describe much more about her silk sheets and what she was doing on them for you I'd have been sorely tempted to put an end to it and say to hell with the voice recognition?" Jean replied still determined to keep her desk between them. When she'd decided that it was time to accept her marriage was over and embarked on the rather steamy affair she was enjoying with James Hathaway she'd been determined it wouldn't affect their working relationship. So far they'd done a pretty good job of ensuring that was the case. Now and again though one or both of them had a pang of jealousy and they played these games of cat and mouse which in spite of herself she loved.
"Well then Mam you'll have had a taste of how I felt when you invited DI Lewis to accompany you to the recital last week. He informs me you were very fetching. What was it he said, oh yes "If it wasn't for the fact she's her she'd have been quite attractive, gorgeous dress brought out the colour of her eyes." While I was delighted to hear you were looking so well I'd rather have been the one there enjoying the view."
Smiling as he watched her blush in a way she never would for anyone else he knew he'd almost broken through, almost made her perfect reserve snap all he needed was to stay silent and wait for her to reply then it was officially open season. They would give in to their need for each other and make his evening complete.
"Well quid pro quo James if you would find it hard to have me in the room while you were having an intimate telephone conversation how hard do you think it would be for me to have you as my substitute "date" for a social function. What would people think if I was to unconsciously hold your hand or rest my head on your shoulder when I was being bored stiff by choral music?" She finally replied her eyes never leaving his as she challenged him to come to her side of the desk. In all the time they'd been doing this she could count on one hand the number of times she'd relinquished control of that final step and gone to him rather than the other way around. She knew the time would come when if this was to continue she'd have to relent a little and even up the score on that front but tonight wasn't that time.
Watching as he starred at her for a second before walking to her side, taking her hand and pulling her into his arms she melted into his kiss as their lips collided. Before she'd allowed herself to give in to what as obvious between them from the day they met she'd believed no one would ever make her feel like this again. The days of being desired by her husband were long gone, he had got to the stage where he didn't even bother to keep up appearances by accompanying to social functions and she'd got to the stage where she no longer cared. James could make her feel more beautiful, more alive, more loved in a single kiss than he'd been able to in years and that was exactly what he was doing.
"Do you have to go home tonight? Is he there? Is he expecting you?" James asked when their lips parted and she looked up at him through desire laden lashes. He knew she'd never let anything happen here, it was the only rule she'd ever set down that whatever they did they did it away from this building. Unfortunately that meant they were left frequently frustrated until the next time she could steal a few hours away.
"Would I have called you in here and let you get me so het up if I had to go home?" Jean smiled giving him points for not stating that yes she would and had in the past. Sometimes she needed just a snapshot of how much he wanted her to see her through the evening at home so in those times it was true that she left them both longing for me. Tonight wasn't one of those nights though; tonight she could spend the whole evening with him, the whole night if they chose because there was no one at home to have the same old argument about the hours she worked with. "He's in London until tomorrow night so if you want me I'm all yours."
"I always want you, you know that." James replied kissing her again allowing himself to relax and give up to his desires now that he knew it would be such a short time before he could act on them.
"I'll meet you at your place in an hour." Jean whispered pulling away from him enough to break the contact between them that was making it almost impossible to think straight.
"An hour? My place is twenty minutes away."
"Yes but if you expect the night to end the way I certainly hope it will I'll need to get some things from home. Don't you think people would wonder what was going on if I came in tomorrow in the same clothes I had on today?"
"They'd simply think someone had been lucky enough to spend the night making love to you they'd never guess that someone was me. Actually I'd probably be the last person they'd think of." James smiled his cheeky grin telling her he knew she was unlikely to find the idea of office gossip surrounding her funny.
"Don't push your luck Sergeant or you won't be spending the night with anyone. I hear vice are looking for someone to do surveillance overnight, one call from me and all you'll be seeing tonight is the inside of a surveillance van." She replied mock anger in her voice that was playful in a way that he'd never known was possible from her but had always suspected was.
"Ok one hour at my place but don't me late. Before you I was considered to be a calm and patient man but lately I've become very impatient when it comes to you."
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Staring at herself in the mirror in her bedroom a final time Jean smiled. She'd put what she needed for the morning into a small overnight bag and been ready to leave again when an idea had struck her that made her stomach flip in a way she was quickly becoming addicted to. When he's said that he felt put out by not being asked to go with her to the recital she'd felt the same pang of regret that she had on the night that she hadn't asked him to be her "date." Now she realised she could steal back a little of what she'd missed by taking Lewis with her. Straightening the dark green linen dress over her hips she ran her fingers through her freshly washed hair and draped the pale green chiffon scarf over her shoulders. If he wanted to admire what he insisted Robbie had admired that night that was a wish she could and would happily grant as she grabbed the bag and her car keys and left the house.