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"Miss Fisher is it possible for you not to flirt with every man who crosses your path?"
"Why Jack" her eyes flicked to his lips and she took a step closer to him "I would never have picked you as the jealous type." He opened and promptly closed his mouth before turning on his heel and walking out of the florist, a myriad of curses whispering under his breath.
He had had more than enough of Miss Fisher. This was the latest of the many disagreements which had taken place between the pair of them over the past two weeks. She was testing every last of his nerves and his patience. So when he and Collins had arrived at the crime scene that morning he had hoped against everything that she would not appear. Unfortunately for the Inspector the Gods were not smiling in his favour that day.
If anything, it was all his fault, and he could admit that, not to Miss Fisher's face however. Two weeks earlier he had gone to her house on Tuesday afternoon and after being let in the front door by Mr Butler he had been told that she was upstairs somewhere and perhaps he might like to go and find her.
She had not been in her bedroom, but he could see a light shining from a room beside her bedroom which had had never noticed until now. He cautiously pushed open the door, but the sight that presented itself to him stopped him in his tracks and drew the breath from his lungs. She appeared to be rummaging through a massive wooden chest, apparently unable to find what she was looking for judging by the gentle cursing drifting from her lips. The cursing was not the problem; he had caught her many times in such a position, although generally she had a lot more clothes on.
There in lay the issue. The sight that presented itself to him was one he was sure he would never, ever, leave his mind. Burnt into his brain for all of eternity, he was sure.
She had a pair of pearly white silk shorts with black lace trimmings around the legs, complete with small black ribbons on the sides. Her skin looked like ivory and looked so soft he longed to touch it. He wasn't sure exactly what she smelt like, but he felt like he was drowning in it and he did not care less. He could not draw his eyes away from her, he had often thought about Miss Fisher in such a state of undress, but he never dreamed he would accidently catch her like this. It had always been planned in his dreams, she would invite him over and be in her smalls waiting for him in her parlour, or her bedroom, or sometimes even his office. A shiver ran through his body at the thought which seemed to awaken his body to hear a noise of triumph escape her lips as she found what she was looking for and stood upright. She seemed to pause, as though she realised he was standing just inside the doorway watching her in her own private world.
It did not get better for him when she turned around to reveal that she was wearing a matching camisole (not that it was covering much) and an angry, which very quickly turned into surprised expression upon her face which took longer than was polite for his eyes to reach. If Jack had been forced at that exact moment to do what he wished he was almost certain that he would have closed the gap between them and squeeze her very beautiful bottom before ravishing her right there on the floor.
It seemed that neither appeared to know what to do, both frozen staring at each other for what felt like eternity before Jack managed to draw in a breath and promptly walk out forgetting why he was even there.
She had been looking for a pair of earrings which she was sure she had put in the chest in her dressing room the other week. Dot had the day off and anyway, she had been the one to carelessly throw them in there the first place. She hadn't heard him looking in her bedroom or opening her dressing room door. It was only when she had managed to pull the earrings from the bottom of the chest that she had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her.
He had run off before she had a chance to come up with a reply. She saw the way his eyes lingered, taking in her body, drinking in every inch of barely clad skin. When his eyes finally met hers, they were dark and filled with longing which had quickly turned to embarrassment. Something in this look had stopped her from saying something biting, she almost felt bad that he had caught in wearing so little. But then, another part of her was happy that he had, although torn as to whether this would encourage or deter the Inspector.
She had tried not to linger on the idea that the Inspector had looked at her like that. She knew that he found her desirable, but he did a very good job of hiding that most of the time. But now he had slipped up in a big way and somehow it left her feeling slightly empty when he had run away without saying a word. That was two weeks ago now and since then she had a sense of restlessness about her which made everyone around her uncomfortable and left her whole household all slightly on edge. It seemed to have also rubbed off onto Jack. The pair had been able to hold a civil conversation since. She knew from the second that she had started talking to Mr Taft that morning at the florists that Jack had not been impressed. Although it really was none of his business who she did or did not talk to she couldn't help but think with a sigh of frustration.
And now he had stormed out of his own crime scene rather than be in the same room as her. Her childish behaviours seemed to be rubbing off on him he couldn't help but think as he walked back to the police car around the corner leaving Constable Collins to deal with it.
She pouted and let out an angry sigh as she watched Jack leave the florist leaving the bell ringing behind him as the door slammed shut. If Jack wanted to act like a child than she was more than happy to treat him like one. She crouched down beside the body to see a pretty bunch of sunflowers which the victim had been holding was speckled in blood still in his outstretched hands. She couldn't help but think that Jack would have never noticed the tiny droplets of blood, not that he probably had time to notice before he had run away from her. She stood up suddenly and gave Hugh, who was talking to Mr Taft her most pleasant smile before walking out the door and out into the fresh air of the day trying her best to dismiss the niggling feeling in her stomach which had nothing to do with the dead body.
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