This is for Faerienutmeg, because it was my discussions with her that gave me the idea.
Warning: this first chapter is a bit graphic.
AND I don't own The Bill and if I did they would be making the most of their later time slot by having storylines like this!
Prologue: The One Night Stand
It had started out as just another night at the pub for the officers from Sun Hill police station. Dotted throughout the pub were members of both the Uniform and CID sections, and they interacted happily amongst the two divisions. The younger members of both teams got up to dance to the predominantly 80s music. A lot of alcohol was drunk and a lot of silliness ensued. The dance moves became more provocative, the odd chummy kiss was exchanged. All in all, the dancers were having a very good time.
DS Max Carter sat at a table, looked over at the slender form of PC Millie Brown and thought how nice she looked tonight. He wasn't used to seeing her in a dress, or anything that tight for that matter, and the way she wore her hair tonight was a real improvement on its usual restrictive styles. She was quite the little mover too, he noticed. If they didn't have such a weird history he might have considered making a move on her, because he was pretty sure that she liked him. But therein lay the problem. He feared she liked him too much. He had noticed her shyness around him, her willingness to please him, and he didn't want anyone around who would get too fond of him. Anyway, he had asked her out once, after she had been kidnapped. He did it in the guise of seeing if she wanted to talk about her ordeal, but the thought of other things eventuating was OK with him. She had shown strengths he never would have guessed she had that day, and that had made her very appealing to him. But for some reason she had turned him down.
Millie and Ben were playfully sliding up against each other when she happened to glance over at DS Carter. She was used to the disappointment of finding he was staring in another direction when she did this, but tonight she noticed he was definitely sizing her up. She pretended to turn her attention away from him, and made her dance moves even more reckless and suggestive. She was glad she had worn her black mini dress that night. She had always felt it suited her, but had never been confident putting her sexuality so on display to her work colleagues.
The night wore on and members of the team made their good byes, or left with their conquests. Millie remained dancing, and Max remained at his table drinking. Every now and again their eyes glanced furtively in the direction of each other. Pretty soon there was just the two of them left of their party. Millie started to feel a bit foolish slinking around amongst the increasingly sparse number of people on the dance floor and started to make her way over to get her coat. Max saw her move and decided it was time to make his. When she turned around from picking up her coat, he was standing close beside her.
"Hi," he said.
"Oh, hi," replied Millie, somewhat startled. "I didn't realise you were still here."
"I think it's down to us two now in terms of the Sun Hill crowd. Are you about to leave, or should I get us a drink?"
Millie wasn't sure she wanted to leave herself open to be led on and disappointed by Max again, but she was curious to see what he was up to. "Sure, that would be nice. A white wine thanks."
"Take a seat and I'll be back in a moment."
Millie watched Max work his way to the bar. Despite his occasional downright meanness to her, she couldn't deny she still found him so attractive. At least this time there would be no witnesses if he made a fool of her once again.
Max returned with their drinks and sat himself down beside her. He took a drink of his beer.
"So," he said. "Did you enjoy the evening? I was watching you and you seemed to be having a good time."
Millie was slightly surprised by his admission that he had been watching her. "Yes," she said. "I do like to dance, and Ben and Nate are such a scream once they get a few drinks into them."
"So do you always dance like that, or is it just that having a few drinks makes you less inhibited?"
"Was I uninhibited? I think I pretty much always dance like that. I kind of lose myself in it."
"Well it's something you should do more often. It's very alluring."
At this point Max turned so that his leg touched Millie's under the table. He placed his arm on the back of her chair and faced her so that she could almost feel his breath on her cheek.
Max was encouraged by the fact that Millie didn't draw her leg away from his. He continued, "Everything about you looks good tonight." Max brushed a loose lock away from her face, "I really like the way you've done your hair. And that dress is a knockout!"
"Well, thanks," said Millie. She was convinced at this stage that Max was making a pass at her, and was torn as to what to do. She was pretty sure he was only interested in her for sex, but was that such a bad thing? Her hopes of anything more ever happening between them had been well and truly dashed by their past interactions, so why shouldn't she succumb and just enjoy the encounter for what it was: something purely physical?
Millie leant against the back of her chair to allow Max a full view of what he was admiring. She raised her eyes to meet his, then threw her head back as if to challenge him to make his next move.
He did. He leant forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. They looked up at each other before their lips met again. Then again, and this time the kissing continued. Max reached across and put his hand on her hip. Millie raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. After a little while, they paused and looked at each other again. Millie wished just about any song other than The Cars' "You're All I've Got Tonight" was playing.
"You know," said Millie slightly breathlessly. "I live around here."
"Great," said Max.
They grabbed their coats and walked together from the pub. At one point Max halted their walking, turned to Millie and backing her up against a wall, kissed her ferociously, working his mouth along her neck then back to her mouth, while one hand worked its way under her coat. She felt herself gasp from the thrill of it, and then she stopped him.
"My place is just around the corner now," she said, luring him on. He followed and as her block of flats came into view, Millie was pleased to see no lights on. This meant her flatmate was out.
They made their way up the stairs and Millie put her key in the lock and they went inside. She flicked on a lamp. Max pushed her once again against the closest available wall and worked his hand up and down her body. He pulled himself up against her and Millie curled one leg around him and then the other. Max held her up and supported them with one hand leaning against the wall, while their mouths hungrily devoured each other's faces, necks and mouths.
Millie paused the kissing and said, "I have a flatmate, so do you want to come to my room? It's that door over there."
Max was strong and Millie was light, so rather than disturb the sensation of having her wrapped around him, he carried her towards the room. When they were inside he was somewhat relieved to find that the bed wasn't covered in fluffy toys and frilly cushions, as he had feared. They sank as one onto the bed. Max drew back, and with his knees on the floor removed first his own jacket and then hers. Then he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The plainness of her underwear was more than made up for by the contrast of the black of her bra against the pure whiteness of her skin, and by the loveliness of what was revealed so far of her naked form: the smooth, taut skin with just the right amount of lusciousness in the curves of her breasts, hips and waist. Max hurriedly removed his own shirt and felt himself pulled towards Millie by the curling of her legs once again around him, inviting him to kiss whatever parts of her took his fancy.
When simply kissing her began to feel inadequate, he reached his hands behind her to undo her bra, while her hands moved forward to undo the buckle of his belt and then commenced undoing his jeans. Max retreated and took off first her shoes and then his own, shook off his jeans and then reached his hands up along her legs to her waist to remove her stockings and completely remove the dress that lay unzipped around her hips. Their underwear was quickly thrown to the side and Max pushed Millie back and for a while they lay wallowing in the joy of skin to skin contact, tasting and exploring each other.
After a while Millie rolled on top of Max and reached across the bed to her bedside drawer. It wasn't quite in keeping with Max's impressions of Millie and he was slightly surprised that she seemed to keep a supply of condoms at the ready. It almost embarrassed him to see her deftly rip the packet open with her teeth and proceeded to attempt to put it on him, so at that point her took the condom from her hands and took command of the proceedings. His momentary feeling of emasculation was forgotten when he looked up a Millie's naked form astride him and then savoured the anticipation as she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as she lowered herself onto him...