Author's note: Now I think it's time for some of the reasons why this is M-rated...
Good Morning!
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This isn't a dream.
After a short period of waking up and realising it was his real arm around her waist and his real hand on her belly under her sleep top she jolted fully awake. Tommy's fingertips caressed her naked skin and his groin was firmly pressed into her bottom.
She was fully aware of his arousal between her bum cheeks pressing through the thin cloth of their sleep wear. It did not bother her - quite the opposite, she had to admit to herself.
Oh my, I'm in trouble. I've just woke up and I already want him right now and it doesn't feel like I'd have to beg him. Barbara thought, surprised at her suddenly discovered wantonness. And he doesn't have to beg me either!
Tommy had started to move. He was not yet entirely awake and allowed himself the pleasure to dwell in the sleepy state, letting his morning glory press itself lustily onto her sleepwarm bottom.
However a small moan escaping Barbara's lips, caused by the friction of his movements, let him slip fully into the bright morning.
This is all real. he thought. Oh, I'm in heaven. And she doesn't seem to be repellent. Quite the opposite, that's marvellous!
He hummed contented.
" 'morning, Barbara!" he tenderly breathed into her ear and immediately caused her warm and fuzzy shivers.
" 'morn', Sir!" she answered low and without opening her eyes. Her sleepy husky voice sent an irritating warmth into his belly and made his heart jump.
"Have you slept well?" he asked gently. His deep masculine voice let her abdomen tickle expectantly.
She answered with a very contented "Mmmmmh..." and pressed her back into his chest. Oh, where will this end?
"How's your headache?" Tommy nibbled at her earlobe.
"What headache d'you mean, Sir?" Barbara could not concentrate to anything but his caresses.
"For heaven's sake, Barbara, call me Tommy!" he growled, not at all angry but very wolfish, and intensified the pressure of his groin. "We're between the sheets!"
His fingers grazed her skin and his breath tickled in her ear.
"Didn't you promise..." she teasingly croaked and began to move her hips. In fact she did not at all care anymore about the promise of the previous evening.
"...can't remember!" Tommy muttered. He had started to place little kisses onto her nape so she cocked her head forward to give him more access.
His hand clutched her waist and pulled her closer into his lap.
Their hips involuntarily started to roll in sync and suddenly both held their breaths in anticipation of what would follow.
"Turn!" he then ordered huskily.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZD! BZZZZZZZZZZZZD! BZZZZZZZZZZZZD!
"Damn it!" Tommy cursed. "To hell with this bloody...!"
His mobile buzzed when Barbara just had started to turn to him.
Thrown out of her dreamy and heated mood she slumped back on her pillow. Then her own mobile rang.
"Hold that thought." Tommy kissed her head. "I'll come back to that later."
He quickly got up and answered his phone grumbling and rubbing his face. "Yes?! Lynley!" He yawned distinctly and went to his own room, leaving all doors behind him open.
It was Hillier.
"You sound sleepy, are you still in bed, Lynley?"
"Yes, Sir, err... no! But I..."
"It's nine o'clock! Get up now, you're not on holidays, Lynley! The reason I call is that I've received a fax saying you've had an accident. What's that all about?"
"We've had, yes. It's..."
"How's Havers?"
"Fine, she just ..."
"Good. I've made DC Nkata call her to ask details on that. I think they're on good terms and she'd tell him more than me, I think." Then Hillier pressed for some details about the case they were working on. He was not very pleased about how things were going with it.
"And I do not appreciate at all that you still were sleeping, Lynley! It's after nine already and you've missed enough time with the accident."
"Sir, actually we've spent a snowy and windy night in a haybarn. It was freezingly cold and I think I also speak for Havers that we both had too less sleep. So with all due respect, we've had all good reasons for this morning's sleep in. Sir."
"Yeah, hm, I suppose it wasn't as romantic as hay barn sounds, huh?" Hillier laughed patronisingly. "Well, just get up now and move yourselves. Oh, I wanted to announce Nkata. Tomorrow he brings you a new laptop computer with satellite connection so that you can get connected there in the Dales and on the hills without the need of a radio mast around. He also needs to teach you a new HOLMES-add-on. Something the IT made urgent. I spare you the details, Nkata is briefing Havers right now."
Barbara also had answered her phone and turned onto her side again. She did not want to have to look at Lynley after that hot incident, especially not watch him leaving her bed after this terrible interruption.
"Havers." she mumbled and yawned loudly.
It was Nkata with the mission to ask about her health.
"Barb, get up! Don't say, you're still in bed." he laughed. "You sound sleepy. How are you? Hillier said you had an accident yesterday."
"Just fine, Winnie, thanks." she yawned. "I've just a bump and a mini cut on my head. The doctors say it'll be fine. No blunt trauma, no concussion. But maybe a few more hours sleeping would be nice. The night in the hay barn -"
"Whoohooo!" Nkata cheered.
"Oh, shut up, Winnie, it was bloody cold and windy and we didn't get much sleep." Winnie inhaled audibly to give a cheeky remark but was interrupted before he could say a word. "Oh, don't say it, Winnie. I'm too tired and not yet feelin' strong enough to give you proper back talk..."
Winston laughed and then announced himself for the next day for some technical supply mission, like he named it, appointing that he will call before he arrives.
The rest of the late begun day drowned in work right after a quick breakfast. That is to say that DI Lynley and DS Havers had the opportunity to ride her new car through the Nationalpark and they saw very much of the beautiful Yorkshire Dales' landscape. The case was turned up and down again when the former witness now suspect turned into a witness again when he finally admitted he just tried to cover up his affair. Their first main suspect was on the agenda again.
It turned out to be one of their usual case-days: driving around, interviewing people, visiting the crime scenes again, playing ping-pong with their ideas and thoughts on suspects and witnesses, eating lunch at a snack-bar in a hurry. They avoided talking about their personal state of mind and especially about what had happened this morning.
The only real private moments they shared during the day were a gentle look from Tommy and a shy blush from Barbara when they passed a couple that was kissing on a bridge, making Tommy put his arm around her shoulder and conjure a coy smile on Barbara's face while they were walking on.
There definitely was something intensely romantic smouldering between them - they so had to talk...
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