Author's notes: This is a GetTogetherStory which is in three parts. I will not post it in different chapters for obvious reasons.
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Drawer cabinet (Rese and Liam III, LGS, ch. 4)
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Part one
The day had a very nice start. The sun was shining brightly and they had to show up at New Scotland Yard at about nine, having only papers to work through and no suspect in the nick to be interrogated.
Feeling at ease with the world and himself DI Lynley stopped at the bakery around the corner to buy some scones for himself and his Sergeant. They could very well start the day at the office with a little sweet breakfast.
Due to the tube's timetable DS Havers already was there so a steaming mug with a fresh brew awaited her DI.
DC Nkata observed with much amusement hopping around in his belly that they acted like a married couple around each other. Caring, friendly, aware of how much sugar he took in his tea, offering her his handkerchief for her to wipe the marmelade from her lips.
Work actually started not earlier than half past nine.
Work finally descended upon them at ten o'clock, when the desk officer reported the discovery of a body near the Thames.
Though in some kind of a hurry to the scene Tommy still found his time to help her on with her coat and to hold the door open for Barbara when they left the office for the car park. Barbara blessed him with a sweet smile and a very politely said "Thank you."
DC Nkata deeply sighed. They have to realise it!
Later at the crime scene on the embankment of the Thames he took her hand and helped her down some slippery stairs that mostly were under water at high tide. SOCO still was at work and Lafferty sent them back to their office. He would send the results as soon as possible but now he needed to do his work.
"Undisturbed, if you'd allow."
Back at the Met Tommy immediately went to his office. Barbara prepared two mugs of tea before she followed.
And she's actually hummin'! In frustration Winston let his head bump onto his desk.
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Part two
The peaceful atmosphere soon had its end. Once again Winston had to witness how some simple disagreement turned into a heated debate.
Like an old couple! he mumbled and returned to his desk. For all the money of the world he would not disturb their fight. The results could wait a little bit more on his desk. He went for lunch.
Tommy shouted that she always would be a constant stubborn thorn in his investigations and Barbara answered that exactly this would be her job - to tell him the right way when he once again would be so out of the world of the normal people once again and follow blind leads with his crazy mind. They both had paced his office and not only DC Nkata did not dare to come in. Their argument must be heard three streets down. Now they stood fuming in front of each other.
Out of the blue and without an answer to her accusation he silently confessed he truly would hate to argue with her. Tiredly wiping her forehead she confessed it would be mutual. Then they stared at each other in silence. When they stood in the middle of his office Tommy suddenly realised that there was more than just a working relationship between them, that he actually had deeper feelings for his sergeant.
"Barbara?" He took a deep breath.
"Sir?" She swallowed. Now with what will he come up now?
"I think I love you." He held his breath.
"Bullshit, Sir." She shook her head. This had catched her on the hop.
"Absolutely not." I'm so sure of that. he thought.
"You don't." He must be crazy. she thought.
"Yes."
"But..."
"I do." He smiled.
"It's..." She hesitated.
"Barb?" he only whispered now.
"What?" she breathed.
They still stood an armlength apart but had their eyes locked.
"Let me kiss you."
"You..."
"Now."
"I..."
"Please!" his eyes shone lovingly. He so desperately wanted to kiss her. Just touch her lips with his. He wanted nothing else. He wanted to brush his mouth against hers, wanted to breathe a physical confirmation of his words onto her lips. Tentatively he placed a hand on her upper arm.
"I want to kiss you and show you that I love you, how much I love you!" Tommy pleaded.
"You know, it's not easy to cope with that." Barbara whispered. "I've dreamed of this for years and now that you actually... it really is... we finally... I don't know how to handle..." Then her voice turned desperate. "Hell, this frightens me."
"There's no need to be afraid." he said, his expression now gentle like no man ever had looked at her. "Let me catch you, Barbara."
"Nothing I'd like more, Tommy!"
She had just finished saying his name when his lips came down to hers and they shared a sweet sensual kiss. Then they shared another one. Then they shared a kiss which slowly developed into a desperate encounter that left them both breathless.
Lucky for both that nobody had the stupid idea to knock and come in to ask if everything was alright since their loud shoutings suddenly had stopped.
Later that day they had some heavy trouble with a quickly brought in suspect and then suddenly he left her alone in the interview room with that angry man. He had to run an errand, Tommy had told her. Not only this but he did not come back later, not even much later in the evening, so she also had to do all the paperwork for this day that had started so sunny.
Barbara was fuming. Oh, he will so bloody pay for this.
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Part three
The next morning an enormous bouquet of red roses stood on her desk with a card saying "Sorry for leaving you alone but I'm sure you've kept things firmly in hands. Today dinner at 8. Dress nicely. I'll pick you up. Tx"
The whole office was snickering and giggling and whispering and getting quiet when she came near.
Well, that's just great! Barbara furiously thought.
As soon as possible she fled the premises. Now he not only had to pay for leaving her alone the previous afternoon and evening, he also had to pay for putting that that bouquet visible to everybody onto her desk and writing such personal things in an open card everybody would have access to.
She barely said hello to his butler who had opened the door. She simply nodded and stormed through the corridor, knewing he would be in his study. With one short but heavy knock on the oak wood she already had opened the door and invaded the dimly lit room.
"What the-?!"
"You!" she growled.
"I?" he snickered. What's she up to now?
"Yes, you. You bloody..." she was searching for a word, soft enough not to be demoted - apart from this kissing intermezzo he still was her guv, wasn't he? - but harsh enough to show him what kind of arse he was in her opinion. It was not easy, seeing the knowledge what this was about twinkling in the corners of his eyes. He could very well imagine why she was boiling - the bouquet probably had been a little bit oversized, he admitted to himself, and she would not have been amused additionally finding it on her desk in public.
"Sir!" She stressed the formal address. "Apart from your uncooperative escape - or should I call it escapade? - yesterday afternoon, the fact that you didn't return, not in the afternoon nor in the evening, and apart from that bloody paperwork you allowed me to struggle with all alone - a simple "Sorry, Barb!" would have done. Even if you would have placed your poncy arse onto my desk to mark your territory. But you didn't have to place those flowers there, roses, red roses of all things, especially not such an enormous, probably horribly expensive bouquet and most especially not placed on my bloody desk at work with a bloody non-sealed card."
Barbara really fumed. "Every-bloody-one has read the card before I came around this morning. Oh, they really have their fun now."
She went on accusing him to be selfish, to have his fun on her, to undermine the little authority she had built in the office, that this would make of her just the little mistress of the guv, and, and, and. She really took herself into a rage.
"Barbara?"
She paced the room and did not really saw him getting up and coming over to her.
"Barb!?" he silently interrupted her cascade.
"What?" She whirled around to face him.
"Shut up!" Then he placed his hand in her nape and kissed her firmly.
She did not pull back, she did not respond either. She still was angry. She would not let him get away with a kiss.
When he let her go again she clouted him. Really hard. The loud smack into his face left his cheek marked deep red. The sound also made her realise that her outburst could have been a little bit too hefty.
"Oh, god, sorry, Sir, I..."
"Barb, I'm sorry." He was still smiling though his cheek was burning. He rubbed it.
"No, you..." She covered his hand on the cheek with hers with a deeply sorrowful expression in her eyes.
"I should've done all this a long time ago." Tommy whispered.
With that he encircled her and the deep kiss that was exchanged then was everything but onesided.
Barbara buried her hands in his thick dark hair when their lips met. Tommy's hands squeezed her hips when their tongues twisted. They bumped into the drawer cabinet when their hips pressed against each other's and they lost balance.
Everything became intense.
Tommy stood between her legs and ground his groin into her lap in gently rolling movements while their upper bodies were pressed flush. They kissed passionately. Eyes were closed, tongues twisted, teeth nibbled at lips, breaths were exchanged. His hands massaged her back, her hands squeezed his arm and ruffled his hair.
Barbara initiated the next step. Shaking fingers started to unbutton his shirt. Tommy saw this as an invitation and quickly freed her from her jumper. When she managed to push his shirt off his shoulders she admired his chest and left small soft kisses on his skin.
"Oh, my, Barbara!" he moaned.
His hands trembled and he needed her help with the bra before their bare chests finally touched. The only feathery contact sent goosepimples over their flushed skin. Barbara let her fingertips trace invisible ways across his chest and around his areola. Tommy felt brave enough to weigh her breasts with his full hands while they kissed.
Her soft flesh was covered with a lacy skin and he thoroughly caressed every inch of it. Tommy swallowed when he saw the enraptured expression on Barbara's face. Her eyes were closed, her head fallen back into her nape. Tommy gnawed gently at her throat and she moaned.
"You know what we're doing?" he whispered onto her chin.
"Hell, yes!" she moaned. "Go on! Before I come to my senses."
"You never will..."
Tommy's tongue left her cheek wet before it slipped between her lips again. Barbara was senseless. Even the presence of a butler in this house was forgotten.
Meanwhile and unnoticed by Barbara, who had fumbled with his belt and the buttons on his pants, constantly brushing the bulge under the cloth, he had opened the button and zipper of her jeans so now he could push them down and let her briefs follow. His hands traced down her legs and his lips trailed them. He freed her from the clothes that had been pooling around her ankles and let his own stuff quickly join the pile.
With both of her hands ruffling the hair in the back of his head he kissed her near her most secret area and whispered that he looked forward to exploring it. "But not now!"
Barbara moaned.
On his way up he somehow managed to get a condom over his member while he breathed kisses onto her skin. Barbara leaned back and had to support herself on the top of the cabinet. Somehow she had come to a minimum of sense.
"Oh, god, Tommy, we couldn't... here..." she panted, her body saying something completely different. They could of course.
He reached her lips again and growled "Oh, yes, we can! Right here, right now!"
His best part pressed between her legs while he leaned himself heavily against her.
"I want you, Barbara!"
"I want you too!"
Tommy's hands slid across her thigh when he reached for her knee to pull it to his hip. Instantly she wrapped that leg around him. His length now rubbed on her secret spot and he could feel her readiness.
Barbara opened her eyes and looked at him seriously.
"I want you now!" This was an order Tommy willingly obeyed.
Easily he slid into her which elicited a heavy sigh from deep down her lungs.
Despite their profound desire his first slides were gentle, adjusting, almost shy, until after a while her body language requested him to pick up pace. Soon the thrusts were deeper and vigorous. The oak wood drawer cabinet seemed heavy enough to provide a solid basis for their outburst. Both were panting heavy, kissing had become impossible since they needed too much air in their lungs. Little moans turned into constant groaning. Finally she cried out.
"Oh, god, yes!"
And they both came to a mutual climax standing at the drawer cabinet in his study.
"Woah..." she breathed when it had ebbed. Tommy contentedly grinned. Their bodies were covered in sweat.
While he collected their clothes from the floor Barbara stood a few moments longer leaning against the cabinet to regain some composure.
Tommy disposed of the condom into the bin and covered it with some tissues.
Futile! he thought. The wide grin still did not leave his face. Denton probably has heard us anyway.
Now clad in only her jumper she said that it would be better to have a short, at best not too warm, shower before they need to get back to the office. Then she chuckled. "But why on earth do you have johnnies in your pocket?"
"The truth? I've hoped it for tonight to happen and made provisions." He cheekily grinned but also blushed.
He cupped her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss. "I had not planned to make love to you in my study, most certainly not at the drawer cabinet! But I wanted to be prepared for everything. I've thought about it to happen on the settee in the music room..."
He kissed her. "I've imagined you and me on the rug in front of the fireplace in the lounge..."
He kissed her again. "I've even fantasized us on the stony surface of the worktop in the kitchen. Which is quite similar a place like this cabinet, I have to admit."
Tommy made Barbara blush.
"But the other little rubbies are still hidden in my bedside table and so tonight I intend to need one with you in my bedroom, Barbara." he whispered. "At the minimum..."
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