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She could hear talking. It was interrupting a very blissful slumber, and she scrunched her eyes together tight refusing to open them, desperately trying to hang on to the feeling.
Her shoulder ached, and she rolled it lightly, trying not to move too much and lose the ability to fall back to sleep, but rolling her shoulder made her realise her neck hurt, and her neck hurting woke up an ache in her hip, and all of a sudden she was really, really uncomfortable. Something rough was pressed against her cheek, and what she was lying on was hard and … oh, she was on the floor.
Her eyes shot open at the realisation. She was on the floor wrapped in a sheet. His sheet. Her eyes darted back and forth taking in her surroundings and realising at some point during the night she had partially rolled under the bed. Shadowed, as she was she could still see out through the crack in the open door, out into the rooms beyond, catching movement.
Someone was up and about, talking loudly, she thought grumpily.
From where she lay she could see his finger tips hanging from the other side of the mattress. He had clearly crawled back into bed leaving her on the floor. Oh, they were going to have words about that.
She was just about to sit up when the feet that had previously been passing the slightly open door suddenly made a detour and came striding into the room. Panicked and not entirely awake, she pulled herself forward, trying to hide as much as she could under the bed, knowing her feet would still protrude.
"Richard?
Oh god, it was his mother, she cringed and mouthed 'why?' before burying her face into hands as it flushed hot and red.
There was a loud clap, followed by a muffled yelp.
"Richard!"
"Ow," the bed bounced above her as he moved. "Mother have you lost what was left of your mind?"
"Richard, what is this? The woman did not sound pleased.
She couldn't see what the 'what' was, but from the choking noise that now came from the bed, she was guessing it wasn't good.
"That .. That looks like a bra Mother."
Oh god, she bit down hard on her tongue fighting the groan that desperately wanted to escape.
Images of last night flooded her mind. She remembered, him opening the door and then she remembered pinning him to the door and kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt. He had tugged her jacket off and left it in a pool at her feet, pulled her shirt over her head and then…yes, ok, bra was lost somewhere in the living room, or kitchen, or…basically over her shoulder as she threw it.
"Yes I know it's a bra Richard, it doesn't belong to Alexis and its clearly not mine," there was a noise, the bra spun into view and then out of it, three times on rotation, oh god his mother was spinning her bra around one of her fingers. "I mean I normally go for something a bit more revealing … and lacy."
"Eughhh!" he gasped loudly "images I do not need in my head this early in the morning." He groaned again, the bed shifting above her head, and the bra fell, landing on the floor in front of her.
If someone bent down to retrieve it, they would probably see her.
"There is a bag" Martha continued.
Her bag, yes she had packed an overnight bag, gotten through his door and dropped it, before jumping him. Her feet had tangled in the strap as she flung herself at him, laughing. He had had to struggle to catch her one handed, and they had landed heavily against his door. That was when the kissing had started…again. Hot, leading kisses, with groping, lots of touching and…
She tried to focus, ignore the heat rising through her body in memory of last night and concentrate because they were still talking
"…at the bottom of the stairs that I nearly broke my neck falling over. Am I to assume this belongs to the same person as…"
"Yes same person, obviously" he yawned…how was he yawning now? She was wide awake.
"Because it wouldn't be the first time I have walked in here and found you...not alone…with several…" her voice was harsh.
"Whe…hey no, Mother!" oh, he was awake now.
Her teeth worked over her lip, and chewed on the inside of her cheek as her eyes narrowed…they would be having words about that as well.
"That was a long time ago," he stated clearly panicked, knowing she must be within earshot.
Martha laughed. That didn't instil much confidence in Kate at all.
"Not that long ago my boy," Martha sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Long enough," he said "not since…" the words hung there.
Not since what?
That wasn't fair, she couldn't see them, she couldn't work her Detective magic if she couldn't watch their faces, tracking minute expressions of guilt which would trap them into…oh god now she was thinking of them as suspects.
Martha obviously understood though because her tone and demeanour changed almost instantly.
"Ahhh, am I to understand you finally wore her down?"
Wore her…?…oh…
"Thank you Mother, very flattering."
Martha laughed, sounding much brighter than she had a few minutes ago.
"She put up a good fight, but she didn't stand a chance, its genetic!"
What?
"What's genetic?" he asked clearly as confused as she was, she thanked him, mentally, from under the bed for needing that explained as well.
"The charm" Martha said with significance the smile in her voice as she spoke. "Runs in the family."
He laughed "I think it was me that didn't stand a chance."
Warmth flooded through her, as his words filled her head. She smiled, scrunching her face into her hands again feeling silly.
"Oh really" Martha stood and moved towards the door, Kate was glad she sounded so pleased.
" She can be very charming herself, when she wants to be!" he said laughing again.
She was lost in memories as he spoke, charming wasn't what she had been aiming for last night. Demanding, seductive, loving, happy, caring, tender, devoted…
"I'm glad kiddo," she said turning and opening the door "but there are a few more…err…items hanging from the banister and bookcase you might want to move before Alexis wakes up."
"Oh...oh god," the bed creaked and groaned and smacked her on the head as he jumped from it scrambling out of the room, leaving her in a heap underneath, clutching her now aching skull, with his mother still standing in the doorway.
Martha strode back into the room and sat down on the edge of the mattress again, reaching for the bra before sliding it under the bed towards her.
"Kate?" She could hear the older woman fighting a laugh. Martha's hand extended, waiting for her to take the bra and acknowledge the silliness of the situation
"Mmmm?" She responded. Unable to speak or move but realising there was no point denying she was there anymore.
"Coming out anytime soon?"
"No!" Kate said finally reaching for the bra, her face burning again.
Martha laughed, standing up and finally turning to leave, passing her son in the doorway, who promptly dropped a pile of clothes and her overnight bag on the floor by the bed before casually heading for the bathroom.
"If you need any help shopping for lingerie" Martha threw loudly over her shoulder as she walked out of the room, "I would be more than happy to recommend a few places, Detective."
That was low.
"Detective?"
Oh god, no, no, no, could this day get any worse?
"Is Kate here?" Alexis's voice echoed through the room as her bare feet appeared next to her grandmothers in the doorway.
"I don't see…"
"She's under the bed." Martha stage whispered.
"What? Why?"
"I think our Detective is feeling a little shy this morning."
Kate dropped her face onto the carpeted floor wishing it would swallow her whole.
The bed bounced and suddenly the smiling teens face appeared before her, upside down as she hung over the edge of the bed.
"Morning Kate!" she grinned at her, her hair falling over the top of her face in a red cascade, the tips touching the floor.
"Hi" Kate whispered, not lifting her head immediately, her voice muffled by carpet.
"I'm glad you told him," Alexis said her smile getting bigger.
"Me too," Kate said looking up smiling back weakly, she was, after all, still naked under his bed, wrapped in a sheet her mind screamed.
"But why are you under the….?" Alexis eyes went wide, finally taking in the sheet, and obvious lack of clothes underneath it, and her jaw dropped.
" Oh God! This is some weird sex thing…Oh, oh god, oh," Alexis was up moving fast off the bed, Kate watched her feet spin in a circle.
She reburied her face in the floor. She wasn't coming out. EVER!
"Daughter?" He emerged from the bathroom at just the wrong moment.
"Oh, thank you so much dad! Traumatised for life," the girl left the room, muttering under her breath as she went "good thing you're rich because I will be in therapy until I'm 80."
"Alexis?" he called clearly confused.
"You stay," Martha said from the door, no longer fighting the laughter, "you take care of the traumatised Detective and I shall comfort the dramatic teen."
As soon as they were alone in the room she let out a massive groan.
She watched his feet cross the carpet again, and felt the bed shift before she was confronted with his upside down face, his expression mirroring Alexis's exactly.
"Hey" he smiled.
She grumbled back and he laughed.
"You coming out coward?"
"No," she was only half kidding, it was a very soothing idea to stay stashed under the bed until everyone left and make a run for it when the coast was clear.
"Your family will be the death of me" she said half annoyed, half amused, as she gave in and shimmied forward, dragging the sheet with her "either that or you people will drive me insane." She slithered out from under the bed and sat cross legged on the floor in front of him, letting out a long sigh.
"I vote for the second option," he said reaching down to smooth her hair into place, fingers caressing her cheek as he did. His toes crept along the floor comically, before he drew his feet together at the edge of her sheet, trying to pull it off. "It sounds more fun!"
She whacked him hard on the leg but smiled back, because it really did sound fun, and fun was exactly what she wanted with the man she loved.