WARNING! This story is M-rated. Please don't read it if you aren't prepared for a story about what's going on between lovers (and such). 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: Thanks to some conversations I've had with mimirobin and Cats here is another story. Special thanks to Cats for a certain inspiration *winks*
This is an epilogue of sorts to the stories with a hint of seaweed and a hint of a treat. They are insatiable, aren't they?
Enjoy...
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It was quiet when Barbara woke up. The door to the bedroom stood open and she heard Tommy rummaging in the kitchen downstairs. The wonderful smell of bacon and coffee met her nose so she knew that breakfast would be ready in a bit. Quickly she climbed off the bed and hopped into the shower.
It was not really early in the morning. They had slept in because it had been an exhausting day yesterday. They had driven to Cornwall and back to London and had spent half of the day packing the kids and their stuff into the car and the other half of the day on the road. It had been Pippa's suggestion to drop off the children and herself at Howenstow. Their Australian au pair girl had cheekily grinned when she had offered it. This way the little ones could spend time with their grandma, she had said, and she could let a little breeze of fresh Cornish air into her brain. Quite frankly speaking she also had said that Barbara and Tommy should have some days alone at home because like every couple they dearly needed some quality time for themselves.
She had been so right, Barbara thought when she stood in front of the wardrobe. On normal days she would have been occupied by her son storming into the bedroom by now already. She sighed. It had been nice to have a romantic dinner at home without the children and watch TV with a can of beer undisturbed. Nonetheless she missed them already.
Barbara was sure there would be moments when she and Tommy definitely would not miss them at all. Yesterday she had been falling asleep on the sofa and even after Tommy had ushered her to bed she had been too knackered to take advantage of the empty house but now she looked forward to three long days and nights. They surely were going to make the most of it and she was full of anticipation.
Today it was rather warm so she opted for nothing but a light t-shirt for breakfast.
"Barbara?" she heard him calling her from the foot of the stairs. "Are you up?"
"Comin'!"
"Mornin', luv!"
"Hmmm, good morning!" Tommy hummed his approval when she entered the kitchen. "I've always loved that shirt!" He bent down to give her a kiss. He was wearing sweatpants. His chest was naked due to the summer's heat and Barbara enjoyed caressing his front. He sighed and gave her another kiss. "Unfortunately I've already set the table."
"Behave!" Barbara laughed. Turning towards the coffee machine she gave him a playful smack on his upper arm. "I'm too hungry anyway."
"Stand aside, folk!" he mouthed when he placed the coffee pot on the table. "The Countess of Famishton is on her way to the first coffee of the day."
"Ah, shut up, will you!" Tommy's hurt expression made her chuckle but he actually joined her amusement.
"Sit down, my dear. I'll valet you." With one hand caressing her shirt covered bottom he said it with such a naughty undertone that Barbara could not help but be excited. A soft blush crept across her nape when she thought back to the day several years ago when they had both been very naughty on the kitchen table. They had been similarly dressed.
This time they behaved but their little banter had given Barbara a nice outlook to what was to come during their spare time. Over an opulent breakfast they discussed what they should do with their children free days but in the end their plan was to make no more plans. They would just let the time flow and what would be would be.
"Maybe we'll make a car trip?" Tommy suggested putting away their plates.
"We haven't done that for a long time. I actually do miss our drives in your old car."
"It's a classic-" he started but when he realised his wife was chuckling behind his back Tommy quickly turned. "Stop mocking me!" he pouted.
"Sorry!" she laughed out loud. "I couldn't resist."
"I don't even know if it's still running. I've missed the last yearly drive to Paul."
Paul was his favourite mechanic. Nobody else was allowed to lay hands on his precious car's engine.
"Then let's have a look."
With another cup of tea and not bothering to take on proper clothes Tommy and Barbara went to the adjoining garage where their cars stood. His Bristol stood in the back and was covered with a slightly dusty tarpaulin. On the front place was the estate car. With the kiddy seats in the back and a lot of space in the boot it was much more often in use nowadays. In fact it was the only car they used.
Barbara sighed when she left a trace in the dust on the tarpaulin with her index finger. Together they lifted it from the Bristol. "It's a shame we don't drive it anymore."
"I know." Tommy nodded. "We've spent a lot of time in it."
"Almost too much."
"Nah... I wouldn't say that." His grin was juicy. "Not at all... Do you remember that kiss you gave me when I've asked you if I should accept to be promoted to Super Intendent?"
"If I recall that moment correctly you've mentioned a proposal before you've asked."
"You've frowned and I was thinking you don't approve being partnered to another DI."
"My sweet fool." Barbara grinned. It really had been a boisterous kiss at the red light but it was purely her answer to his question if she would marry him. In the evening he had given her a small silver ring with two tiny, almost raw emeralds in it. And they had spent the rest of the night making love. Now leaning against the front of the car Barbara waggled her left hand with that and the the slightly bigger ring at her finger.
"I am. But I have you to hint at the important things." Tommy made a step forward. Winding his left arm around Barbara's waist he gave her a kiss. "And, if I may say so, you're a rather beautiful bonnet mascot, my dear wife. In fact you're the only one who is allowed to put her beautiful behind on that bonnet."
He kissed her again. This time it was meant for longer. She responded as desireful as he met her, and so it turned into a rather wild kiss very quickly. Since she still held her mug of tea the inevitable happened. Most of her sugared tea with milk was spilled over the precious car when he pulled her closer against his chest in a swift motion.
"Oh, damn!" she exclaimed. "Oh, bloody shit!"
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