If you're following this fic, ensure you have reread Chapter 2 as it has been extended by about two paragraphs.
Cheers to the reviewers who share my own opinion that the ABC should 'throw us a bone' of Phryne and Jack smut (even if it has to happen in a dream sequence. Or a fever hallucination. Or an alternative reality caused by the Doctor crash landing the TARDIS). C'mon, ABC – I've seen some of the smutty things you've produced and you've never been backwards in coming forwards…
If you have any ideas, suggestions, thoughts or praise – review! It makes such a difference to how fast I write and review – it's like an IV line of 'Writing Caffeine' direct to my brain. I'm writing at high speed and although these are short chapters, I will probably update several times a day for sheer joy of reviews.
When the full time whistle blew fifty-six minutes later, Phryne with no memory of the game and no idea as to who had won – though judging by the grumpy look on Cec's face and the smug back pats shared between Bert and Hugh, Abbotsford had triumphed.
Beside her, Jack appeared to be the paragon of decorum. To a casual observer, Jack and Phryne were nothing more than friends who had enjoyed viewing a riveting football game. But for anyone looking with a careful and suspicious eye, the flush across Phryne's upper chest and the uncomfortable way Jack draw his coat around him spoke volumes about the real focus of their attentions.
Through long association with her employer, Dorothy Williams had a careful and suspicious eye. The look she sent at Phryne as they began to leave the grounds was a mix of red-cheeked embarrassment and a sense of happiness for her employer and the Inspector.
"A worthwhile day out, Miss?" she asked, voice innocent but her face anything but.
Phryne smirked, but there was a softness about her expression that proved more than lust was driving her emotions. "Dot! As pleased as I am that you're coming around to my way of viewing the world, a lady does not kiss and tell."
Dorothy raised an eyebrow and pressed her lips together to hide a grin.
"Well, not until one has formed a very…thorough opinion," Phryne allowed. She didn't notice Jack move up close behind her, but Dot did, and the girl's face flushed with mortification as the Inspector gave her a knowing smirk.
"Oh, there you are Jack. Will you be joining us for dinner this evening?" Phryne's voice was light as she extended the invitation, knowing that dinner would not be the only thing shared with Jack tonight. Her thoughts were already racing ahead, planning outfits and candlelight; imagining the variety of ways she and Jack could explore each other in the privacy of her bedroom.
"I suppose a quiet meal to celebrate the end of the case would be suitable," he kept up the charade of respectability far too easily. Well, I can certainly change that, thought Phryne.
"In that case, shall we expect your company at eight? Oh look, a sixpence!" With an outrageously fake look of surprise on her face, Phryne leaned down and pretended to pick up a coin from the ground between Jack's shoes, making sure to brush dangerously close to Jack's crotch as she did so. "A lucky sixpence! It must be my lucky day!" Phryne exclaimed, fixing an expression of vapid virtue on her face as she straightened up, having first made sure to have copped a thorough look at Jack's newly urgent interest in her nearness.
The glare of frustration and lustful promise that Jack shot at her made her grin all the way home.