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Author's notes: This is the sequel to The View, which you should read first if you not yet have. See how Tommy and Barbara spend the rest of the weekend. M-rated for reasons! Seriously! I mean it. And don't say I did not warn you! If you know my M-rated stories and do not like them, turn now. Smutty mind is back - though I prefer to call it eroticism.

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Good Morning

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"See you later." she whispered.

"I'll miss you." Tommy answered and brushed her lips for the last time before Barbara stormed out of his door.

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She woke up soaked with sweat and still a bit tired. Had it been a dream? she thought but still could sense his lips on hers.

Barbara had spent the whole night talking with Tommy in his garden, sitting on a bench in a lovely niche between roses. They had shared some wine, some lighthearted banter and some very serious talking. And the looks they had shared turned out to be a mutual longing that ended in a hot relieving kiss in his doorframe at the early morning hour of five o'clock, a lovely breakfast and the promising view of a date for dinner followed.

If anybody could have seen her right in that moment he must have thought she was mad. A happy grin decorated her face while she recalled the night and especially the morning.

After some more moments lethargically spent in her bed she looked at her alarm clock. 11:30 it said. Barbara still had too less sleep after a night without any but could not stay longer under her sheets. Her flat already had reached sauna temperatures and now she was sorry that she had not accepted the offer to sleep in the air conditioned guest room in Tommy's house.

As if I didn't know where it would have led... us... Barbara swallowed. Us? Is it us now?

Right on time her mobile buzzed with a text message. Lazily she reached for it.

He had not slept deep and not long either. Every time he dozed off he started to dream about her.

At about ten o'clock Tommy had decided to get up. He had showered and talked to Denton. There would be a woman in this house regularly again from now on, he had said to him, happily beaming. He had told him that he had not really expected it himself but obviously this long night's talk had opened their eyes. It had needed no words that Denton had witnessed the kiss in the door since it had been confirmed by the prepared breakfast in his kitchen. Tommy had smiled into space remembering that relieving encounter in the first hours of this morning.

"May I express my best wishes, Sir?" Denton had offered and then they had talked about the surprise dinner Tommy had promised Barbara.

When he finally could not stop thinking of her every second he decided to check if she would be awake so he sent a text message.

'u still asleep?' He catched himself at the indecent thought of her lying half naked under the sheets.

'not at all
only 4h
too hot'

Barbara got up and made herself some coffee. Clad in nothing but a washed out jersey of the London Knights* she leaned at the worktop in her kitchen.

'your flat or your thoughts?' Tommy grinned cheekily and imagined how she would blush what she actually did. She took her time to answer.

'both'

Then Barbara sent a second text. 'cheeky sod'

Having written and edited his answer for the fifth time Tommy wanted to hear her voice. Besides a real conversation would be better than those short texts.

'u mind if i call u?'

Barbara did mind. She had just turned on the tap in the shower. And she was not yet ready to actually talk with him.

'Y' was her answer but her shower had been done quickly (after all she wanted their conversation to go on) and she sent a second text before he had answered.

'no'

He called her immediately.

"Havers." she said though she already knew that it was Tommy.

"Lynley." he answered in a mock formal tone though it was superfluous.

Then there was silence. Both heard the other one breathing. Both were smiling. Both knew that the other one was smiling too.

"Hiya." she gently said.

"How was your nap?" he asked tenderly.

"Short... Dreamfilled..." I was dreaming of you. He sensed her thought.

"Same here." He plonked on his bed. She heard the pillows rustling.

"I already miss you." he admitted.

"Same here." she mimicked him lovingly and hugged one of her sofa cushions.

"Please come over." His voice was hoarse.

Before she could answer she also had to clear her throat.

"I'll be there at two?"

"Two is too late."

"But I have to choose what to wear. You know, I'm a woman-"

"Oh, I know..." Tommy stared at the ceiling of his bedroom and very well knew how female Barbara suddenly appeared to him. Barbara blushed after this insinuating remark.

"Two it is. No second sooner." she said and added softer "I need some... time... really..."

Tommy sighed. "As you wish. Two then. But no second later. I'll send you a cab. Be ready at one forty."

"Yes, Sir."

"Barbara?"

"Yes... Tommy?"

He loved to hear her saying his name though there still was an uncertain tremor in her voice.

"I can hardly wait."

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* The London Knights were an English ice hockey team based in London, folded in April 2003.