Author's disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and Inspector Lynley remains the property of Elizabeth George. This is written purely for entertainment and no profit is derived nor sought.

Warning: This story is written in the erotic fiction genre. It is rated MA, contains graphic sex scenes, swearing and adult words to describe sexual parts. I make no apologies for this. If you read this note and still choose to read on then become offended, it was your own choice. No one forced you - least of all me.

Note: This story is a sequel to A Chance Meeting, a story by Tess 4 5. You should read that first if you haven't yet. I commented that Tommy had wanted to share a shave with Barbara but the story didn't deliver this scene. Tess refused to write it but instead asked me to do it. Thank you, Tess, that's what I did. I've tried to be a bit more romantic than usual and I've also written it in a Tess-like style including the changing perspectives. I hope it works. And as Tess does so well to tease, I am going to release it chapter by chapter.

As Tess would say: Enjoy...

We had a date for dinner with Tommy's mother to finally tell her about our good news and almost two hours before Tommy was due I had already showered. All the time my mind raced, worrying what she would say. I still had to decide which clothes to wear.

"Not too formal." he had said. Well, that doesn't make things any easier. I sighed.

There was a knock on my door which I ignored. I wasn't in the mood for any visitors now, especially if they were trying to sell me religion or a subscription to pay TV. After the second, more insistent, knock I looked through the peephole and then opened the door a bit unnerved. Tommy stood there with a grin looking totally gorgeous. He was extremely early but the sight of him looking so young and happy with this juvenile grin and dressed in jeans and his white shirt without a tie, made my grumpiness about him being too early fly away instantly.

"Ah, you. Already?" I opened the door to let him in and received a loving kiss. Honestly, I'll never get tired of kissing him and hoped he won't either. I was only in a T-shirt and knickers and his hand was already on my thigh although he was not yet completely inside my flat.

"Tommy!" I laughed and pushed him away as I wriggled out of his arm and inside the door. "Would you mind coming in first?"

"Not at all." My head shot up. He was such a naughty one. I gave him my sternest 'raised eyebrows look' but he simply grinned and waved a bottle in the air. "Oh, I brought some champagne."

I glared at him.

"Alcohol-free," he added. I rolled my eyes. "How are you both?" Tommy placed his hand on my belly under my shirt.

"As well as we were at lunch. And please don't ask this twice a day for the next six months, will you."

"No guarantee, love." Again, who could be mad at this happy man?

"I was just trying to decide what the hell I should wear," I told him while I disappeared into my bedroom. He followed.

"Nothing!"

"Tommy, don't be ridiculous..."

"Well, actually," he whispered into my ear while he encircled my waist from behind, "we still have so much time and I had a wonderful idea before I decided to come here so early." He drew me towards my open bathroom door. He really was insatiable. I didn't mind and I hadn't cared at all during the past few weeks since we'd had our serendipitous meeting in Scotland but today we had to go out with his mother. We shouldn't be late. Not again. His face scratched across the skin on my neck as he ran his tongue over my shoulder and nuzzled into the spot he knew brought me undone. It made me shiver but also realise that he had quite a heavy five o'clock shadow.

"You haven't shaved, Sir." I reproached him.

"M-hm. Exactly. I want to share a shave with you. You still owe me that."

"I don't owe you any-" His lips silenced my objections and Tommy insistently pushed me backwards.

In the bathroom he finally let go of me and whispered that he had stood in front of his mirror when he had remembered that certain morning in Scotland. As his mind delved further he remembered that I had a wide tiled hob at the head of my tub and he had pictured himself sitting there and being shaved by me.

"Will you do me the honour?" Tommy had already grabbed his shaving gear from the shelf above my sink. We keep some items in each other's homes although I have more at his because we've been spending more time in his luxurious house than in my tiny flat. I have wondered why I haven't already moved in with him.

I stared in his eyes. He patiently waited with his razor held up and a trusting smile on his face. I swallowed and after a long pensive look I nodded.

"Okay." I croaked. I'd never shaved a man before. This was a very intimate gesture of faith and trust. An intense feeling crawled across my skin making the hairs stand on end. Would he want me to shave everything? "And... what shall I shave?"

Quickly Tommy had taken off his shirt and jeans and was just in his briefs. He covered the cold tiles of the hob with a towel then sat beneath the medicine cabinet I had installed at the end of the tub to fill in the otherwise useless space on the wall.

"Whatever you want, Barbara." I loved his juicy grin. Usually it meant that we would end up making love somewhere completely indecent for the 8th Earl of Asherton.

I squirted some shaving foam into my hands and after giving him a last kiss I slowly covered his face with it.

"Keep still!" I whispered standing between his legs.

I was leaning back against the cold tiles of the wall and Barbara had to bend over me in order to reach my chin. At first I placed my hands on her hips but she hissed at me that I'd better keep my hands to myself or she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't cut me. I chuckled but obeyed.

Then she grumbled I should sit up again otherwise she couldn't reach my throat. "Yes, Ma'am."

"And stop grinning, Tommy!" I tried to, honestly, but it was a losing battle. She always looks so sexy when she's concentrating. I explained how she had to wipe the shaver across my cheeks and she did so with the utmost care.

"I'll leave a small moustache," she chuckled after she finished on one side.

"No, you won't!"

Barbara laughed out loud when I grimaced so she could remove the hair below my nose. The next thing was that I had to tilt my head backwards so she could reach my throat. "I'm scared..." she whispered and stopped.

Her hands were slightly shaking so I stroked them softly and whispered that I trusted her completely. Then I gave her a kiss, wiped away the funny shaving foam patterns from her face and smiled reassuring. I had goose pimples all over my body but it wasn't because I feared a cut but because the moment had an intensity I'd never felt before. Well, I'd never before been shaved by the woman I love. One of her hands was resting on my shoulder and she looked totally focussed on my neck.

"I love you!" I whispered between my teeth.

"Shut up," Barbara said but I was sure she didn't even realise she was speaking. I shut up nonetheless.

When she had finished shaving my throat she wiped my face with a warm and wet towel. "Finished." she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked with a huge grin as I let my hands lasciviously slide down my chest to my hip.

The grin he gave me was so wicked I couldn't help but blush. Tommy sat there, leaning backwards, his legs spread, his hands resting on his thighs next to a bulge I hadn't seen growing while I'd put all of my focus on not cutting his throat.

I sprayed some shaving foam onto him and answered his juicy grin with an equally naughty smile while I spread it across his chest and belly. Under my fingertips I could feel his hardened nipples so I knew I was exciting him. A quick glance at his crotch told me I was doing a very good job. 'I will come to you later', I thought to myself.

"Well..." I said with his shaver in my hands. With the backside of it I started to plough traces into the white mousse. "I like your chest hair too much, Tommy. I don't think I would ever want it to be removed. And isn't it something that tells me that you're a grown up boy?"

While my hands and the shaver travelled downwards Tommy closed his eyes and let his head bump against the wall. He just gave me a grunting "Mh!"

I tickled him inside his navel and then roamed my hands through the foam covered hair beneath it.

"And this..." My left and my right index fingers moved from his hip across those beloved tendons towards the much wanted centre leaving a heart-shaped trail. "My very grown up boy, this hair here is too promising so I'd rather shave your legs than this."

Tommy still grinned but didn't open his eyes. For a short while I silently played with the waistband of his underwear before I stroked his hard member through the thin cloth. I saw his chest stopping for a second before Tommy let go of his breath. The tension was getting too much. I urgently needed to taste him so I pulled at his briefs and with just a twist of his hips Tommy helped me remove them.

His erect soldier sprang into my vision, obviously happy to see me. Good, the pleasure is all mine.

"Hello Tom-Boy!" I purred and placed a soft kiss on his tip.

Before I continued what I had in mind I wiped the shaving foam from Tommy's chest and belly with the towel. Then I sat astride the rim of the tub and covered his full length with my hand.

"Shaving done?" His voice was raspy and deep and full of anticipation.

"Shaving? Oh, yes." I answered while my hand slowly stroked him hatless. It was not hard work. "But with you, Lord Asherton, I'm not done at all."

"What a nice surp- Barbara!" He groaned my name.

I bent down and started to lick along the same path my index finger had made just seconds ago. From the root next to his hardened balls up to the tip I slowly left a wet trace. With the tip of my tongue I could feel veins sticking out under the soft skin before I circled his tip around the ledge with my flat tongue. I even tried to nibble at it with my teeth and it made Tommy suck in his breath sharply.

He felt good on my lips. It even felt good to know that he was in my hands, literally and figuratively, and one quick look up to his closed eyes told me that I was definitely still on the right path. Keeping my eyes on his face I drove my tongue through the little ditch up to the eye while I grabbed his balls with one hand.

"Oh, Barbara..." Tommy sighed and smiled down at me. His left hand softly stroked my shoulder. The other hand was placed next to his hip on the towel he sat on. His eyes fell shut again when I covered his tip with my warm, wet mouth.

'Hell, I am going to suck him dry', I thought and gently squeezed his balls.

I had enjoyed her soft touches for a while before I had realised what she actually was doing but then it had been too late to stop me from relaxing into her caresses. In fact, the thought of her lips there turned me on. Her wet kisses around the head of my cock aroused me even more than the thrill of being shaved which had pulled so pleasingly at all my lower nerves. For a while Barbara concentrated on the massage of my balls while she gently kissed and licked my manhood. Then she added a bit more pressure with her other hand on the root of it.

My breath was ragged and I couldn't stop myself from giving her little hums of approval. I was already leaking and it obviously had turned her on because she suddenly changed from kissing only my tip with her lips into pulling her wet lips over it down to the ledge and licking it with her tongue. Involuntarily my grip on her shoulder tightened when she took my dick in her mouth as far down her throat as she could without gagging.

I deeply felt the urge to grab her nape and fuck her mouth hard but I didn't want her to feel forced. It was an act of love and I wanted her to freely do whatever pleased her. Barbara started to thrust her wet and warm mouth over me anyway and sucked me hard. It was glorious.

"Oh, good gracious!" I moaned. One of her hands juggled my balls the most delicious way possible, just short of hurting. Her other hand stroked and squeezed the parts of my erection that she couldn't reach with her lips while she scratched me with her teeth and licked me with her tongue up and down, down and up.

My fist crumpled the towel I sat on. It barely registered that Barbara was giving herself some friction on the rim of the tub. I was so close to orgasm after such a short time I was almost ashamed but the rolling movements my groin made against her face were already unstoppable. When I started to pant I grabbed the hair in her nape and hissed her name again.

"You shouldn't-" I groaned but Barbara increased the pressure and pace until I bucked into her face. I tried to hold back and move out of her mouth but she wouldn't stop sucking and pumping. I capitulated and spilled my load into her throat, loudly crying out her name. I came a second time just as hard and finally a smaller third time that left me depleted.

I slumped backwards. Barbara swallowed audibly a few times before she gave my spent cock some soft, soothing licks and kisses. Feeling her head lying on my thigh I opened my eyes and answered her loving grin.

"I've always wanted to know how that worked," she whispered with a wicked wink. Was she trying to tell me that she had never done this before? "I think I'll shave you more often from now on."

Barbara sat up and pointedly wiped the edge of her lips with her thumb as if she had eaten a huge bowl of her favourite ice cream. I loved this naughty side of her and grinned, very satisfied and very much in love with her. 'I should return the favour', I thought. We still had enough time before we had to go.

"And now I'll shave you." I told her and enjoyed her deep blush.

I didn't bother to pull up my briefs again when we changed places.