Months passed and Hillier had kept them partnered. There were good and bad days, but the mutual respect they had for one another always smoothed out the rough patches. She would listen patiently as he pined away for Deborah, and he supported her day in and out as her father lay dying in hospital. It was their mutual misery that had them becoming more than just colleagues.
Barbara noticed it first. The unspoken familiarity that just sort of happened between them, the way he pulled off her boots, bought her coffee, paraded around in his boxers and invited her into his room while he was naked in the shower. He was lonely, she knew this, but did he know what he was doing to her? Hell, she was lonely too. Barbara was no virgin and she missed the touch of a man, any man, but her boss? That was risky.
It was a week long case just outside Cardiff that changed everything. He had called her room early one morning and invited her to his suite for breakfast and to review the findings CID had given them the night before. When she arrived he did not answer her knock so she let herself in. She heard the shower running through the open bathroom door. Damn, she was tired of this!
"Morning." She called out."
"Breakfast is on the table along with the report," he replied over the water.
She shook her head, this had to stop. She had to call his bluff. So, instead of heading to the table; she headed for the bathroom. When she got there she stood in the doorway and watched him thru the glass shower door. He was masturbating.
"Thought so!" She barked at him to get his attention.
He turned away from her, surprised at her boldness. "Shit….Havers….what are you doing?"
"Watching you." She crossed her arm and leaned against the door frame.
"Get out!" He was desperately tying to hide an erection that wasn't going away.
"No."
"Dammit woman…"
Barbara wasn't backing down, not this time. "You wanted this to happen, admit it."
He shut off the water in reply. He kept his back to her as he opened the shower door and reached for his towel. Barbara got there first. She pulled it from the rack and threw it out into the suite.
"What do you think you're doing?" He held his left arm out. "Give it back."
Barbara took two steps forward and grabbed his arm. She twisted it round behind his back and shoved him face first into the shower wall.
"You want to know what I'm doing? I'm going to finish what you started." And with her other hand she reached round and took hold of his penis. His body jumped at her touch.
"What…?" He wanted to protest.
"Shut it" she ordered and pressed him further into the wall. Barbara hoped she'd read him right. She started to stroke him and kept on she could feel any resistance disappear. She loosed her hold on his arm and he complied by placing both hands on the wall above his head. He had surrendered. Her left hand joined her right and squeezed his balls. That's when he lost it. She could feel him throbbing in her hand and he cried out. "Oh God!"
He slumped into the wall and she slapped his ass. She left the bathroom and picked up his towel. "See that wasn't so bad. All you had to do was ask." He turned round to look at her and she threw him the towel.
Barbara grinned at his confusion. "Let's have breakfast. I'm starved."