Chapter 7

He needed a lawyer and he needed one NOW. What a way to start your leave, being mobbed by your mum demanding you find a lawyer for your twat of a brother the minute you walk through the door, not even a welcome home son, good to see you son, glad you're back safe Mike. No, as always it was Mark, Mark, fucking Mark. He'd joined the army to get away from his brother and his criminal mates but he was still being dragged into their dodgy activities. Dropping his kit bag and Bergen onto the floor, he disentangled himself from his sobbing mother and reached for his phone. He knew Kat, Fingers' missus worked in a solicitor's office so she might be able to point him in the right direction. Pressing his mate's number on speed dial, he waited for him to pick up. 'Bro', you back already?' came the Mancunian accent down the phone, 'you still in one piece mate? Thought you weren't back for another couple of weeks?'

Cutting in on his friend's questioning he muttered, 'I need a lawyer. Ask Kat if she can recommend anyone will ya?' 'Jeez bro' what did you do, shoot your commanding officer?' 'Not for me ya dick, for Mark' All of Two Section knew exactly who Mark was and what he was like so the fact a lawyer was needed for him came as no surprise. 'Shit, I'm on it, I'll give her a ring and text you back' the line went dead and Mike turned to his mother. 'So what's he done this time?' 'TWOC in' again, that's what. Won't be surprised if he goes down again for this'. His brother wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and had already had several spells in Youth Offender Institutes before he reached 18 for taking cars without consent, but so far had managed to avoid being sent to prison. Mike knew that prison wasn't the place for his brother. He was so stupid he'd just get mixed up with the wrong lot and come out with big ideas about being a drug baron or some other half arsed plan. God, his family was a bleeding nightmare; his dad spent most of the day either in the pub or the bookies while his mum sat on her arse watching Jeremy bleeding Kyle on the telly all day. Turning on his heel, he strode out of the room, scooping up his luggage on the way and headed upstairs to the room he shared with the dick head. Dropping down on to the bed, he put his arm over his eyes and waited for the text.

It came through twenty minutes later. 'rg Jane Morgan 07732 694820 usd 2 wk Kat's plce bt mvd Drby 6 mths go' Thank Christ he could rely on his army family, even if most of them weren't in the army anymore, they were the only ones who kept him sane and that was saying something knowing what tosspots they were. Sitting up on the bed he quickly typed in the number and waited for her to pick up. 'Jane Morgan' an Irish voice lilted, 'how can I help you?' Mike, being Mike immediately thought of several ways the woman with the sexy voice could help him, especially if she looked as sexy as she sounded, but first he had to concentrate on his brother. He quickly explained the situation and Ms Morgan suggested they should meet at her office as soon as possible to discuss the way forward.

Within the hour he was standing at a small reception desk introducing himself and stating his business, 'Mike Marsden, I'm here to see Ms Morgan'. The petite receptionist, wearing the name tag Lauren and looking like she'd just left school, reached for the phone, mumbled a few words into the receiver and showed him through into an office on the right. Sitting behind the desk was the most gorgeous woman he'd seen in a long time, short auburn hair worn in a pixie cut around her face, wide green eyes and the fullest, most kissable lips that made him want to reach forward and press his own into them. Coughing politely, she indicated with a dip of her head that he should take a seat on the other side of the desk which was just as well as he could feel a distinct stirring in his jeans and he didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. He sniggered to himself as he took a seat, let's face it, after meeting her he just plain wanted to get off.

'Okay,' she began 'down to business.' He could feel himself internally sniggering again, for fucks sake he was a grown man not a little school boy, he really had to get a hold of himself which made him want to snigger even more. 'Your brother has been arrested for taking without consent, is that right?' He nodded, not daring to open his mouth. 'And you want me to defend him?' another nod. 'Where is your brother now?' Shit, he was going to have to say something. Coughing a couple of times to get his voice under control he explained that his brother had been arrested, charged and bailed to attend court next week. At the moment he was AWOL, but he had a feeling he'd be skulking down the snooker club with his scuzzy mates. 'Right' said Jane, looking him over and causing a red flush to creep up his neck, 'I really need to see him so maybe you could bring him in tomorrow morning and we can take it from there.' When Mike made no attempt to move out of the chair she asked, 'Is something wrong Mr Marsden?' Gulping, and feeling so not like his usual cocky self, he rubbed his hands down the tops of his thighs and said, 'Well actually, I wondered if you'd come out for a drink. I'm only home on leave for two weeks and well, I know you know Fingers and Kat, so they can tell you I'm not an axe murderer or nuffin, and well, I just wondered' he petered off, looking down at his hands.

Jane knew all about the various members of Two Section from Kat and her 'hubby' Fingers and watching this man squirm in front of her made her want to laugh but she knew that would just crush his confidence. She'd always been a sucker for ginger men, Damien Lewis and more recently Nick Preston being prime examples, probably something to do with her Irish roots and the fact that nearly all the men in her family also had red hair. He was also kind of cute looking when he was embarrassed, so she stopped torturing him with her silence and said she would.

That had been eighteen months ago and they had been dating steadily since. Their relationship had gone from strength to strength, unlike his brother's criminal career which seemed to lurch from one disaster to another. She'd managed to keep him out of prison the first time, getting him 200 hours of community service but sadly he was now doing a two year stretch for breaking and entering. Mike was still in the army so their time together was precious and every minute counted. He had moved out of his parents' house and now stayed with her whenever he was home. In fact, he was due home on leave in the next couple of hours so Jane, taking a quick look at her watch, tidied her desk and exited her office, calling 'see you later' to Lauren as she headed out of the door. She had managed to get two weeks off work to coincide with his leave and she was going to make the most of them. There was a reunion with Two Section scheduled for the 23rd but before then there were ten whole days of just being together to enjoy. She'd debated cooking a fantastic meal or booking a table at their favourite restaurant but knowing Mike, all he'd be interested in was having a shower, shave, and heading for bed, if they actually made it that far.

Jane arrived home just before six, Mike's train was due in at 6:30 and it would take him another fifteen minutes in a taxi so she had roughly 45 minutes to get ready. Dropping her coat and handbag on the ottoman in the hallway, she opened her briefcase and took out the Ann Summers carrier bag she had put in there at lunch time and headed for the stairs. She loved giving him little surprises when he'd been away for a while and grinned as she imagined his reaction to this surprise. A quick shower, a coating of body lotion and she was ready to don the silky basque, stockings and thong she had just bought. She put the bag with the remainder of its contents in the bedside drawer for later. Pulling on a white blouse and pencil skirt, to make it look like she'd just returned from work, she stepped into her 4 inch heel shoes and headed back down stairs and into the kitchen. He loved her wearing high heels, it brought them almost level in height which gave him the advantage of being able to reach his hands around her bottom without having to bend too far, which was another thing he loved. Mike Marsden was definitely a bum and tits man as he liked to put it and the basque certainly took care of the tits part. She'd put a six pack of Stella and a bottle of white wine in the fridge that morning so, opening her laptop, she ordered their favourite pizza and now it was just a matter of waiting for her man to come home.

Fifteen minutes later she heard a car door slam, voices on the step and then the front door opened. Rushing to the door to the hall, she found Lance Corporal Mike Marsden struggling to manage his Bergen, kit bag and a large pizza box whilst kicking the door shut, a big smile crossing his face as he spotted her standing in the sitting room doorway. 'Alright darlin'' he grinned as he dropped his bags, rested the pizza on the hall table and reached for her as she launched herself into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his hips she snuggled into him, lifting her head to give him a welcome home kiss. The kiss was returned with fervour until they had to choose between breathing and kissing. Breathing won out, this time. Hefting her further up so his arms folded under her bottom he began walking into the sitting room. 'Pizza!' she shouted as they passed by the table. Bending his knees he let her reach down for it and continued on his way, dropping down into the easy chair in the corner. The sofa was empty but he knew if he sat there she would slip off his knee to the side and at this moment he had her exactly where he wanted her. Holding her tightly, he continued to nuzzle against her throat and lips, murmuring words of love, telling her how much he'd missed her and how much she meant to him.

It was only when her stomach rumbled that he came up for air and stared at her. 'I went shopping and missed lunch' she explained apologetically and he grinned. To be honest, he was starving too but he wanted to make her suffer for interrupting them. He ran his hands along her arms and gave her a gentle shove off his lap, 'Okay, pizza and a drink, I really didn't fancy anything else anyway' With a wiggle of her hips, she turned and went into the kitchen, bringing back a cold can of Stella for him and a glass of wine for herself but instead of heading for the settee, as he expected, she popped herself back down on to his lap, placing the drinks on the side table next to him and reaching for the pizza box. They didn't bother with plates of napkins, holding the box between them and licking the sauce off their fingers. Mike was mesmerised every time Jane slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. He'd managed to eat two slices of pizza and drink half his beer before he couldn't stand it any longer. Putting the pizza box down on the floor he hooked one arm around her back and the other under her knees and stood. Jane squealed at the sudden move and dropped her pizza on the floor, flinging her arms around his neck for security as he strode towards the door and up the stairs.

Dropping her onto the bed he turned, 'Back in five' and headed for the bathroom. She could hear the shower running and contemplated what to do next, deciding eventually to make herself comfortable and hopefully the opposite for him. When they'd first started dating, she could see people, friends and family, wondering what she saw in him. He wasn't well educated, more interested in football than politics, drank beer and ate pizza rather than wine and caviar, not that she'd ever tried caviar. He grounded her, kept her sane, listened to her problems at work and helped find solutions for anything bugging her. She laughed when she thought about some of the comments from her colleagues about him being thick as pig shit and common as muck, he did rather like to give that impression, but what they didn't realise was that Jane came from a very similar background back in Ireland. They were so alike in their need to strive and overcome their roots. Mike had done that by joining the army and Jane by studying hard and getting into university. There was also the slight age difference, she was three years older, and they had both taken a lot of ribbing from friends but when everything was taken in to account, they were really happy to together, loved one another and that's what mattered. Add to that the fact that the sex was amazing and it was a match made in heaven.

Mike had the shower on cold to try and calm himself down, it was always like this on his first night home with Jane, certainly beat his earlier home comings at his mother's house, he smirked as he patted himself dry, wrapping a towel around his hips and heading back to the bedroom. He almost lost it as he stepped through the door, his knees felt like they were going to buckle under him. She was lying across the bed, dressed in a white silk thing, what the fuck did women call them, oh yeah, a basque, the top of which pushed her very ample breasts up until they spilled over the top, her waist was nipped in and the tiniest pair of knickers he had ever seen covered her mound, all finished off with black silk stockings. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he staggered to the bed, dropping his towel on the way. 'You like?' she purred as she eased herself up on her elbows. It was just like that first day in her office, he just couldn't speak, so he let his hands do the talking, reaching for the lace bow between her breasts and pulling it loose. God, this was better than Christmas and he couldn't wait to unwrap her. Working the laces loose, he pulled the basque to her sides quickly removing the stockings until she lay in front of him wearing nothing but the thong and a sultry smile. He leaned forward, dipping his tongue into her belly button, licking across her stomach and down to the edge of lace thong before moving further down and moistening the thin material with his mouth. Jane lifted her arms and grasped the headboard behind her to stop herself from pushing his head down and into her as he continued to move his lips over her. Taking a quick glance upward, he pushed the lace to one side and moved his mouth back over her, dipping his tongue between her folds, tasting the sweetness there. She was so wet and ready for him and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as having her in his life gave him, he'd never even met anyone like her before, let alone been in a relationship with them. He often wondered what she saw in him but he wasn't going to push his luck by asking so he just made sure he gave her the most fantastic sex she had ever experienced and thanked God for what they had. His tongue probed deeper, bringing a deep moan from her throat, he could feel the heat of her core and knew he could make her come with just the slightest pressure so he backed off and moved his fingers in to place instead, sliding first one and then two fingers deep inside her. She writhed as she felt him stretch her, getting closer and closer to the edge and then he flicked her tender spot with his thumb and she was gone. Throwing back her head she let out a scream of pure pleasure and collapsed down onto the pillows, gasping to steady her breathing.

Mike removed the final barrier between them, tossing the small scrap of lace to the floor and moved up the bed until he was lying next to her, leaning forward to give her a kiss. She could taste herself on him, licking across his lips to wipe them clean. Pushing him onto his back, she climbed on top of him, easing herself down onto his erection and began to ride him, plunging herself down and rising up as high as she dare without letting his slip out of her. It was his turn to grasp the head board to restrain himself while he watched her move on him. He knew she wouldn't want his help to move herself up and down as she liked to set her own pace and rhythm so he lay back and enjoyed the ride. Her movements got faster and more frantic as she felt him start to come inside her, pushing herself completely down on to him until it felt like he would touch the very centre of her being, leaning forward on to his chest as she felt him come apart. They lay like that for several minutes, with her sprawled across his chest, head resting on his shoulder while he ran his hands gently over her back. Neither of them spoke, just enjoying being together for the first time in two months.

Mike felt like he could stay like that forever but Jane obviously had different ideas, the look on her face indicated that she had a plan and if the glint in her eye was any indication, it was going to be a wicked plan. She eased to the side of the bed and pulled open the bedside drawer, retrieving the bag she had put there earlier. Mike looked down and, recognising the logo on the bag, started to grin, no she hadn't, she wouldn't, he knew they had discussed it last time he was home but he never expected her to act on it. Grinning in reply, Jane upended the bag and shook out its contents on to the bed bedside them. Fuck, she bloody had! Lying on the bed was a selection of sex toys, mostly for him to use on her but also one which looked like a flexible textured disc which he assumed was for her to use on him. This was going to be the best leave ever.

He had been home for five days before he got round to emptying his Bergen of personal papers. He was flicking through letters when he came across the reunion invitation. Fuck, he'd forgotten to reply. He rang the hotel that Charles had found for them and booked a double room, then quickly fired off a short text to Molly confirming that he would be there and that Jane would be with him and prayed that he hadn't made Molly mad by not replying sooner, a Mad Molly was a force to be reckoned with and after the week he'd just had he didn't think he had the energy. With that thought in mind and a smirk on his face, he went looking for the woman he hoped would protect him if he had and to see if she wanted to practice with her new toys, after all, practice made perfect.

Not much longer until the reunion so hopefully I can make it live up to your expectations. The members of 2 section have taken over my life and are bringing me such joy as I imagine what they get up to. Thank you for your continued reviews, your comments are really nice and spur me on to the next character. Hope you enjoyed Mike.