Title: The Next Morning
Author: gamerchick02
Show: Inspector Lynley Mysteries
Pairing: Lynley/Havers
Genre: Romance/Smut
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I just play with them. No money changed hands, etc. If I was one of TPTB, I would have had L/H together way earlier.
Summary: What happened last night?
Spoilers: None, really.
Notes: This is done. Really, really, really done. I'm done making corrections to it. Well, unless someone points out that I should change something...

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The sunlight that was streaming into the bedroom around the blinds was bright; something not usually expected for a London morning. I started to gain my bearings when I heard a soft snoring sound come from behind me. I also felt an arm tighten around my body and pull me into his. Wait one minute; his? I usually don't sleep with anyone. Being single is supposed to be liberating, but mostly it's just lonely.

Anyway, this man was holding onto me for dear life. I was nice and comfortable under the blankets, but being awake wasn't where I wanted to be. I pondered who was next to me. That's when I felt him move. It was the sleepy movement of someone just waking up. He sniffed. I assumed his eyes were opening and he'd see me. That's when I felt it: he kissed my shoulder. "You awake, Barbara?" asked the man next to me.

"Mmmmm, yeah," I responded. The man sounded familiar. I felt his hand lightly touch my stomach. I settled back into his embrace. "Lynley?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, but you called me Tommy last night," he said.
"How'd this happen?"
"We kissed."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."

It was then that I started to remember. Lynley and I were working late at the Met on some case. He invited me over to his house. I was hesitant, but he insisted. We picked up take-away on the way there.

When we arrived at his house, we ate and talked. He talked about Helen and how much he missed her. He talked about the case, how he was feeling when he was charged with police brutality and he also talked about what he felt right then and there. I remember him whispering something in my ear that made every part of me go on hyper-alert. He proceeded to kiss my neck, slowly, slowly. It felt divine. His lips made a slow, meandering path from my ear, along my jawline, to my mouth, where he kissed me deeply. Truth-be-told, it felt like a cool drink of water. He had a relaxed, easy-going way about his kissing that made me want more.

I allowed my hands to wander up his back and settle on the back of his head. My fingers were buried in his thick mop of black hair. I remembered what his hair looked like wet (from that trailer we had to share on the out-of-town case). He looked incredibly delicious like that; also it didn't hurt that he wasn't wearing a shirt then either. I took a small break from thinking about him with no shirt on, to focusing on what he was doing to my mouth. His slow, relaxed kiss was setting my whole body on fire. I also was starting to run out of oxygen. He was too, so we stopped for a minute to catch our breaths. Once he had started breathing again, he asked me, "How far do you want to go?"
I was taken aback. This was not something I was used to being asked. I stuttered slightly, "I-I-I-I... I'm not sure..."
"Barbara, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said with a very serious look on his face.
"Uhm, we're moving kind of fast..."
"Yes, we are," he admitted, "but I feel something."
"I feel something too, and it's all physical," I said as I looked down. You see, we had moved to the couch somehow in between our conversation and kissing, and he was pressing me into the couch with his body.
He grinned and shifted. "Mmmmmm," I groaned. "You have a way with... your mouth."
"You like my technique?"
"Of course. Not that I'm desperate or anything..."

At that, he gave me a light kiss on the lips, no tongue this time. He ran his right hand through my hair, and touched the side of my neck. My arms were wrapped around his torso and my hands were resting in the middle of his back.

We laid like that for a long few minutes, me with my arms around him and his hand touching the side of my neck. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes when he shifted again and said, "I feel ready."

That was the permission he needed. I felt his hands tug on my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. He kissed my neck, starting at my chin and going down to the middle of my chest. Meanwhile, I unwrapped my arms from his body. He was wearing a button-up shirt, and I started to unbutton it. He smiled at me as I hit the last one. He allowed me to slip it off him and toss it across the room. Now I had free access to his chest and stomach.

His mouth was doing wonderful things to my neck. He kissed down to where my pants started, and then dragged his tongue straight back up to the bottom part of my bra. I started to fiddle with his pants. I couldn't see what I was doing, so I was going by feel. He realized what I was doing, and pulled away from me. I sucked in some air as his warmth left me, but I realized that he divested himself of his pants when he laid back down. The only thing he had on now was his pair of boxer shorts. I, however, was wearing my pants and a pair of socks.

"Barbara," he said, "Can I take your pants off?"
He asked me like he needed permission! This wasn't what I was used to. "Uhm, Tommy... yes?"
He grinned at me, gave me a kiss on the lips, and then sat up again. I felt him undo the button of my pants and slide them off. He also took my socks off and tossed them on top of the pile of clothes that was growing on the floor. He laid back down and ran his hand over my stomach while kissing me on the lips again. "Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked.
"Sure," I responded. I wasn't even sure I was able to create a full sentence, with him touching my stomach like that and nuzzling my neck.
"You're beautiful, Barbara," he breathed.

I'm not used to anyone saying anything like that, so that sentence literally took my breath away. I was just laying there, taking all of this in, when he got up and grabbed my hand to lead me upstairs. I looked down at myself; I was only wearing underwear. I turned red and tried to cover myself, but he grabbed both of my hands. "You're fine," he said with a twinkle in his eye. With that, he held my hand and we went upstairs.

At the top of the stairs was when things started to get intense. He pressed me against the wall and kissed me quickly, almost roughly. I responded by groaning a little, and allowing my hands to wander down his body. I could feel his body press into me, including his erection. I closed my eyes, and mentally thought of him and I together. It made me shiver.

"Are you cold?" he asked, in response to my shiver.
"No, I'm just fine," I said.
"Well, I knew that." He pulled on my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
His bed was made, with a navy comforter and light blue sheets. He pulled the covers down and then gestured to the bed. "Lie down," he said with a grin.
I complied. Being in Lynley's bed was quite an experience. He laid down next to me and ran his hand over my stomach. "You are beautiful," he said. "Perfect."
Was I hearing him correctly? "Perfect?" I echoed.
"Yes."

I just thought it was the mood he was in. I knew where he was, mentally. I'd been with a man like that before. Except, that man didn't take any time to get me there. Lynley was doing everything in his power to get to to the same spot he was.

I felt my underwear being removed. I also felt my bra being unhooked. This man knew exactly how and what to do. Although I shouldn't expect anything different. He probably had tons of girlfriends when he was in school.

He stopped kissing me for a minute. I opened my eyes and he'd disappeared. Well, he hadn't disappeared, he was just out of my line of vision. I sat up slightly, and saw him getting ready to kiss my stomach. "What?" he asked as he looked up.
"Uhm, are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
"Something I've never had done to me in my life."
He just smiled as he kissed my belly button. I was nervous about what he'd think of me. I was nervous about him going down on me.
When he first ran his tongue over my clit, I couldn't help but groan. He stopped. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"I'm just fine."
"Ok. Can I keep going?"
"Yesssssssss..."

He did keep going. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I'd never had anyone do that to me before, but as far as I was concerned, he could do it any time. I ended up grabbing at the sheets as I felt my orgasm building in my lower abdomen. My back arched as I came, hard and unexpected. It literally just hit me.

He looked up from between my legs, and grinned. "Like that?" he said.
"Ungh," was all I could reply.
He worked his way up my body, and planted a kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on him. It was strange, quite different. "Are you ready?" he asked me. I knew what he was talking about.

"Yes, I think I am."
"I'll stop if you want me to."
"No, it's fine."
He quickly divested himself of his boxer shorts and threw them across the room. Then, he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. "Do you know how to put this on?" he asked.
"Uhm," I suddenly became very shy.
"Here, give it a shot."
He opened the package and handed me the condom. I slipped it over the tip of him and rolled it all the way down. I looked at him; his eyes slammed shut when I worked my hand over the length of him. He was trying hard to control himself.

When I stopped touching him, he opened his eyes. I saw something in them when he looked at me. I wasn't sure if it love, but at this point, I really didn't care. He ran a hand over my stomach and kissed me.

He looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you ready?"
I nodded and relaxed. He slid himself into me. I relaxed when he got all the way in. "Are you still ok?" he asked.
I nodded some more and felt him start to move. His rhythm was perfect. I felt another orgasm build up in my lower abdomen. "Uhm, Tommy?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"I'm gonna... Unnnnnnngh!" That's when my back arched again, and I came; again. Another first for me.
His eyes got wide; maybe he wasn't expecting me to come that quickly, but I did, and soon enough I felt him start to change his rhythm. He became more erratic. I felt him pulse inside me.

"Unnnnnnnnnngh!" he groaned. He flopped down on top of me, and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him on top of me. Once he caught his breath, he rolled off of me, and pressed his forehead against mine. I looked into his eyes and kissed him.

We both were very sleepy after that. I rolled onto my side, and Lynley wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight as I slept.