Author's note -

A new chapter as I bring this AU over here and make it "official". Thank you again to everyone on Tumblr for all your feedback so far! Dedicating this chapter to fellow S/T shipper and author Pointless Things, who has been so encouraging with this story update - thank you so much!

Also, a shout out to the wonderful Tumblr blog for all Allen Leech fans - allenleechonline - for publishing those amazing pictures from his recent Radio Times photoshoot - so inspirational, I used one of them as the cover art for this story. If you haven't already seen those pictures - what are you waiting for! ;)

Scene 3 - St Dunstan-in-the-East

"Sybil, where are we with the financial projections based on the new debt ratios we agreed - we really need to get those to the client, today."

"Sorry, Sir Anthony - yes, I know - they are nearly done." The phone rang and Sybil mouthed "Excuse me" as she picked it up and listened to the client telling her they really needed those financial projections, today.

"Of course, Mr Napier, they will be with you before close of business," she said, feeling harassed as she saw a bike courier knocking at the door of her office and beckoned him in. "Just leave it on the desk," she whispered, hand over the receiver, and forgot about the delivery while she soothed her anxious client.

Her boss was looking impatient as she wrapped up the call - "Sybil, I'll be waiting. Don't let me down." He left her office with a frown on his face and Sybil sighed - It's two thirty and I haven't even had time to eat a sandwich yet! If everyone would stop asking me when they will be ready, I could get the damn things finished! She was turning back to her computer when the parcel on her desk beeped.

What the - she opened the padded envelope and pulled out a smaller package, which she unwrapped quickly to reveal a basic "pay as you go" phone. She looked at the screen and saw a text message had arrived from a number she didn't recognise. Wondering, she opened it -

"Lobby of your building, now - don't tell anyone."

A blush raced up her face and another kind of hunger swept over her as she realised who had sent the message.

Tom waited anxiously on the mezzanine level of Sybil's building, scanning the faces in the lobby as he leaned over the railing. Where was she? Would she come? Then, his eyes found her as she came out of the lift. His body reacted to the sight of her immediately and he felt himself breathing faster as she realised she was being watched and begin to look for him. Somehow, she sensed where he was, and as her eyes lifted towards the spot where he was standing he shrank back from the railing to stay out of sight, for now. He pulled out the matching phone to hers -

"Go out onto Lombard Avenue and head south".

He let her leave the building then followed her out into the street. He kept the game going, staying behind her, just out of her eyeline, guiding her by text towards the ruined church of St Dunstan-in-the-East. He watched her go in - Looks deserted, just as I hoped, lunch crowd is gone - and gave her a few minutes before going in himself, which felt like forever.

He was desperate to see her again - he could no longer pretend this was just a one night stand after their shattering experience on the client's boardroom table three days before, but he wasn't yet willing to admit to himself that this was anything but pure, mutual lust… Why is my heart racing? He stepped into the ruins of the 12th century church, destroyed during the Blitz and now a public garden, and looked around for her. For a moment he couldn't see her - then, he felt her arms come around him from behind, her teeth biting his neck -

"Mmmm, I love the way you taste…" she murmured in his ear.

He turned around in her arms and that same chemistry crackled between them, almost tangible - Every time we're together, I can't believe how gorgeous she is. Looking at her, he could see her pupils were dilated, her eyes almost black, while two spots of high colour flared on her cheekbones. She looked like a beautiful, predatory lioness, ready to pounce, totally irresistible.

He pulled her roughly towards him, one hand buried in her hair. He felt their teeth clash as their lips met, his body catching fire from their kiss. His tongue pushed fiercely into her mouth, devouring her, and a thrill ran up his spine as he felt her tongue tangling with his, matching him in intensity. She moaned and closed her eyes, and he felt her slide her arms inside his jacket and sink her nails into his back through his shirt.

Standing on what was once holy ground, in the middle of one of the busiest cities on earth, they were reeling, punch drunk, lost in each other - in that moment, they felt as if there was no-one in the world but them. His arms tightened around her waist and he bent her back a little, pulling her even closer. Neither of them knew exactly how long their kiss lasted before they broke apart, eyes locking, Sybil already pushing Tom's jacket off and dropping it on the grass -

"Tom, for fuck's sake, I need you, I need you so much …"

She took his hand and stepped back with him against one of the bare stone walls behind a wooden bench, where they would be at least partly hidden from any casual observers outside. His hands rucked her dress up around her waist and he was amazed and aroused to find she had no knickers on. The light in her eyes called to something primal in him, compelling him, driving him on inexorably.

He lifted her up against the wall and felt her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. He unzipped his trousers and freed his erect cock, pushing inside her and feeling her slick, tight core surround him. He let out a deep, animal groan -

"Sybil, oh God, you feel so good …"

"Tom, please, fuck me, harder, oh harder, please…."

Her whisper was just audible above the traffic on St Dunstan's Hill. His self control was draining away as he closed his eyes, pushing her against the ancient stones with each thrust as her arms twined around his neck. He wanted to slow himself down, bring her with him, but he was overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside her again, and after a few minutes he felt himself start to come. He let out an almighty shout and his head fell onto her shoulder, knees trembling as he tried to hold them both up.

"Sybil, Sybil…" he breathed, barely capable of speech.

Sybil felt the rough stones pressing into her back through the thin silk of her dress - I'll have bruises there tomorrow - and rested a hand on the back of his neck as he came back to himself. Pulling back from her a little, Tom let her legs fall down to the ground as he held her. He lowered her gently until she was lying down in the longer grass near the wall and pushed her knees up so her thighs fell apart, then lay down between them. His hands ran up her legs, bare on that unexpectedly warm spring day, noticing her toenails with their light blue varnish visible under her high heeled sandals.

His mouth moved to trail up her inner thighs, loving the softness of her skin, feeling her hands tangling in his hair as she guided him to the place she was longing to be touched. His lips found her core, already dripping wet, and his tongue began to circle her clit. He heard her gasp as he caressed her, gradually stepped up his pace, grasping her firm arse with his hands to hold her steady, pushing her to the edge.

"Tom, oh God, yes, there, there, don't stop!"

He felt her approaching her peak, fast, and held back just a little to tease her before releasing her. He felt her core contract against his lips again and again as she came, his tongue tasting her juices. She screamed his name, bucking her hips off the earth where they lay together, heedless of anyone who might be passing on the street just a few yards away.

Moving up to lie beside her, he pulled her towards him as tremors wracked her body. She sighed as their lips met again - Why can't I stop kissing this woman! They lay there in the grass, surrounded by the ghosts of a thousand years as the afternoon sun slid down the western sky. Their kisses were different this time - softer, almost tender, and Tom felt a wave of feelings he did not expect wash over him - he wanted to hold her, protect her, never let her go.

Then, Tom's phone rang in the pocket of his discarded jacket, its discordant tone breaking the deep silence between them. He knew he needed to answer it - it was his boss, checking to see if he was on track with the latest version of the contracts - but as he breathed in the scent of Sybil's perfume, all rational thought left his mind. He reached behind her to undo her zipper and pulled her dress off her shoulders to reveal her breasts, which had haunted his dreams from the moment he met her. His mood quickly changed from tenderness to passion, and he could think of nothing but making love to her again, whatever the consequences.

A/N -

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