A/N: ...
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"Come, get up, my dear." Tommy had heaved himself from the bonnet and now stood with a hand held out to his wife. "Let's at least wipe it with some Metho and then we can have a shower. To hell with a drive. I intend to constantly make love to you as long as we're alone in the house."
Barbara ignored his juicy suggestion for now. "There's a bottle of Clorox on that shelf. I could clean it right away." she offered putting her shirt back on again.
"Not Clorox!" Tommy was genuinely indignant at her joke suggestion. "That would ruin it completely."
"Yah, sure!" Barbara laughed and wiped their moist marks from the car paint with another dry cloth.
Tommy hopped into his sweat pants. "Did you know that you're the only person whom I've ever allowed to sit on it?"
Barbara stifled another laugh. "Well I wasn't exactly sitting on it."
"Ah, but sort of." Seductively he ground his groin into hers. It made her laugh.
"Tommy, please!" She tossed the dirty cloth to the side and snuggled into his embrace. "Ah, my dearest!" she sighed.
While their hips were pressed together they softly swayed. Tommy placed a small kiss on top of her head.
"Did you know that I've dreamed about it many years ago?" he confessed.
" 'bout wha'?" she sluggishly mumbled into his chest.
"About us making love on the bonnet of my car."
"You've always been a naughty boy." Barbara shook her head in mock disbelief and smiled besotted. "And you have a reputation. So yeah, I can imagine."
"Had. I had a reputation, Mrs Lynley."
They shared a gentle kiss. It was not a long one but they kept their eyes locked in silence for a while after it.
"Shower?" he eventually asked. She nodded. Arm in arm they turned and slowly left the garage.
"Do you know that we've now christened every single room of our house?" she whispered.
"Oh, have we?" Tommy sounded amused.
"We have."
"You sound surprised?"
"I would have been years ago. But now that I've learned the truth of your reputation..."
"Grr!" he jokingly growled and tried to tickle her but Barbara was able to escape his hands with a jump to the left.
"You're rather insatiable." she said returning into his open arm.
"You're in no way inferior to me." Tommy thought about it for a few seconds. "Hm, I think you're right."
"Of course I am. You're absolutely greedy."
"I didn't mean that. We've really done it in every single room."
"Oh. That. Yes." She dreamily smiled.
"Did you make a list?"
"Tommy! Of course not!" Barbara shook her head. Then she chuckled. "Do you have a favourite?"
Stopping her with him Tommy almost jerked to a halt to look at her like a love-sick teenager. "As long as it's with you, I'd do it on the toilet of a nightclub."
Barbara blushed and glared at him. It had been satisfying but she still did not want to talk about it. They had been on duty and needed to hide quite quickly somewhere. It had gone out of hand and she still was not really proud of it. And she still was embarrassed. "Shut up, Sir, we've done that already."
"Oh, yes! Now that you mention it..." He grinned the most salcious grin he was capable of. "Well, a list... Let's see..."
"You're not serious!"
"Sure." Tommy still grinned.
Barbara rolled her eyes but mirrored his grin nonetheless. "Okay, then. Go ahead!"
They walked on.
"Of course we did it in our bedroom. Not very often lately, if I may say so."
"Unfortunately." Barbara sighed.
"We've had it on the bed, against the drawer cabinet, on the carpet, at the open win-"
"Rooms, Tommy. We're counting rooms." she cut him short. "Like bedroom. We haven't started there, by the way."
"Oh, I know. That had been in the living room. It had been rather urgent, if I remember correctly."
"And how. Ten years of pent up love and desire needed an outlet. But still it was very mind-blowing. You've been so sensual and caring, I've even missed dinner!"
"Which is saying something." Tommy chuckled. "And since you've mentioned it - we've had of course christened the kitchen."
"On that very same day." Barbara slightly blushed. "And multiple times thereafter."
"I've always enjoyed to make love with you on the kitchen table."
"I thought as much. And I also have a vague memory of an open fridge."
The memory made him grin like her. "Well, we've been rather tipsy on that certain day, Mrs Detective Inspector."
"Not my fault. We had something to celebrate. But if they had known by then that we've been an item for several months I suppose they never would have promoted me."
"You've definitely deserved it. But if we had known by then that you were pregnant I suppose we wouldn't have killed that maxi bottle of champagne."
"How could we have known that..." Barbara looked up to him and they both knew that they should have known according to the fact that they had made out in almost every possible and impossible moment almost always without caring for contraception but from the first time on with the silent agreement to live with the consequences. Any consequences. And these consequences had to happen eventually. Fortunately their secret wedding plans already had been made by then.
"Well... when we've finally learned about it there was that wonderful incident in the hallway. Against the entrance door. In broad daylight and not even caring if Denton was at home or not." Tommy squeezed her shoulders.
"I'm glad he wasn't!" Barbara muttered.
"It had been a heavenly first time in the hallway."
"But you weren't exactly gentle as far as I remember."
"And you didn't appear to me as if you were unpleased by that. As far as I remember."
Coming across the entrance door they shared a knowing smirk.
"Talking of hefty encounters..." Tommy went on counting. "That day when you came home ranting about the inept Constable?"
"Ouch, yes." Barbara bashfully laughed. She still was a bit embarrassed about it. "Don't remind me of that idiot. What was his name again? I'm glad he's dismissed."
"Harcroft. How could I ever forget his name. He was the reason to some... great experience!" He laughed. "You've stormed into the study where I was reading, locked the door and almost forced me to take you - and this is a quote - 'Right here, right now.' You've said - verbatim: 'Just fuck the brain out of my head!' so you'd forget that idiot-"
"I said moronic arsehole." she contritely mumbled.
Tommy gave a hearty laugh. "Sorry, yes - moronic arsehole. And while you were raving about him you undressed yourself in no time, stripped down my pants with one swift motion and told me to leave my glasses on while you... err... helped me up a bit."
"Mh, I know. And then you've done me the favour to take me right there on your desk." Barbara let her hand slip under the waistband of his sweatpants while she said that. Her voice turned softer. "With your shirt only opened and your reading glasses on. Very sexy."
"One could say I gave you a lecture." Amused both laughed. "So, study: check."
"Not for the last time. Your ancient settee there is rather comfy."
"Indeed. But on the desk it had been the first time in there." Tommy stopped to press her against the wall on the first landing of the stairs. "You know, from time to time you can be very bossy. I rather like that. From time to time."
A long kiss interrupted the listing of their first times in the house. It had been too thrilling to talk about it and remember these wonderful moments. Inspired desire swept over them like a wave.
"We've had it here too." he panted when they eventually broke apart. "After you've casually told me we were having another baby and I suddenly had to kiss my joy into you."
"No." Barbara tilted her head to the side. "It was right there on the stairs. And you've not only kissed your joy into me."
"Of course not. But it's started here."
Another memory made her blush. "And Tom was watching us from his baby carrier down there."
"Bollocks. He had listened to his musical clock and then peacefully fell asleep. He didn't care at all what his parents were doing."
They kissed again. Cuddling and caressing each other they stood in the corner of the landing. Both displayed a dreamy smile knowing full well that they were thinking the same - where and when and why and how they had christened all the rooms of this venerable house.
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