Part SEVEN
It seemed to have taken an age to get here, and at one point Debbie was certain a second Thursday had been slipped in to the week just to piss her off, but Friday had finally arrived.
During their ritual late night telephone calls, they'd decided that Jasmine would come back to Emmerdale and they'd spend the weekend together here, meaning Debbie could work a few extra hours over the weekend if needed, in order to clear the backlog. As much as she wanted to spend every waking minute with Jasmine, she was glad of the extra business and couldn't exactly afford to turn it away.
Back at the garage, Debbie's skin-headed apprentice was crouched down as he tightened the last nut on the wheel of a pink Peugeot. As he got to his feet, he cast his eyes over the pink monstrosity. Pink paint work, pink car seat covers, pink mats, it even had a pair of pink bloody dice dangling from the rear view mirror.
'Some people really shouldn't be allowed to have cars,' he said, throwing the comment over his shoulder; while shaking his head at the oversized Barbie-doll car. Getting no response, he turned to look across at the legs of his boss that were sticking out from under a far more respectable, dirty green Nissan.
Respectable, due to it not being pink, you understand – not – because it was a Nissan.
'In fact,' he continued, 'they should have like some colour appreciation section added to the Theory Test, where people should have to list their ten favourite colours and if anyone writes: Pink; Puce; Fuschia or Mauve, they should fail on the spot,' he added with relish, very pleased with his grand master plan.
There was a pause before a sudden burst of laughter sprung out from under the murky looking Nissan and the two legs that belonged to the Dingle seemed to be shaking with laughter.
'Did you really just use the words Fuschia and Puce in a sentence?' the legs mocked.
'Wha?' Daz asked, suddenly deflated. 'Oh piss off!' he snapped, which only fueled the laughter further.
As Debbie went back to her work, the telephone started to ring.
'Daz, answer that, would ya?'
The miffed apprentice, was putting the wrench and sockets back in their place when he turned back to face the legs.
He grinned as one of the feet started to tap, seemingly growing more impatient, matching the now irate, disembodied voice.
'In your own time, Daz, you know. Don't trouble yourself or anythin', it's only a customer,' the legs added with sarcasm.
'All right, all right, keep your wig on,' he cheeked back, walking over to the telephone. 'Yeh?' he said bluntly, picking up the receiver.
Debbie shook her head in disbelief, while making a mental note to remind Daz of how to properly take calls from customers.
'It's for you,' he called over, 'says 'er name is Jasmine.'
Debbie immediately dropped what she was doing and scrambled out from under the car, wiping her hands on her overalls as she made her way over to take the call.
Daz was pretty sure he'd never seen the older girl move so fast in his life. 'Who's Jasmine?' he asked, watching Debbie hot-foot it towards him, reaching out for the phone.
'None of your bloody business, get back to what you were doin',' she snapped, snatching the receiver and watching him until he was out of earshot.
She turned around before talking in a hushed yet clearly ecstatic tone.
'Hey!' she said, now smiling. 'Everything okay?'
'Hey you,' replied the equally buoyant voice of her friend. 'Yeah, everything's fine. I take it that was the infamous Daz then?' she chuckled.
'Mhm,' Debbie said, turning to check the "infamous Daz" wasn't listening in.
'Quite the word-smith isn't he?'
'Oh yeh, I swear our Belle could do better.'
Debbie smiled at the infectious sound of Jasmine's laughter as it danced into her ear.
'Well, I was just ringing to let you know I'll be over earlier than expected. There was a change round with the schedules, so you've got me for longer now – if you want me that is?' Jasmine added in a playful voice.
'When would I not?' Debbie's smile now growing wider. 'Just come down to the garage when you get 'ere and I'll give you the house keys.'
'Great. Right well, see you a bit later then.'
'Can't wait.'
'Me neither, Debs. Love you.'
'Ditto.'
Placing the receiver back on the hook, Debbie glanced up to the clock, working out that Jasmine should arrive not much after four. With a smile, she set about throwing herself into her work so the time would hopefully fly by.
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Some time later, footsteps could be heard making their way up the gravel driveway - but only by Daz's ears. Debbie was too busy concentrating on a particularly fiddly process under the Nissan to notice. The young lad couldn't believe his eyes, when he saw the stranger walking towards the garage. She was wearing a white, off the shoulder blouse, low-riding jeans and had her dark brown hair casually, yet stylishly, tied back – and she was absolutely stunning.
Puffing out his chest as he wiped his hands on his overalls, he strolled up to her as coolly as possible.
'A'ight, love. Can I help ya?'
Jasmine smirked a little, realising this must be Daz; he was exactly as Debbie had described him and if he wasn't careful, he'd start drooling any minute.
'Yeah, I'm looking for Debbie, is she around?'
Looking slightly disappointed, he turned and walked over to the Nissan in the garage before promptly banging on the bonnet.
'For fucks sake, Daz! What'ya playin' at!?' came the tirade from beneath the car.
'Someone to see you, Debbie,' he said, eyes still fixed on the newcomer as he smiled at her.
Jasmine cleared her throat, as she looked away, walking round to the front of the car, crouching down next to the grubby-overall covered legs of her friend. Her eyes lazily trailed over her body as the mechanic eased her way out. The girl smiled as the fabric of the Dingle's tank top had ridden up slightly, exposing her belly button and toned stomach. Her eyes drifted up to the swells of her chest and the trails of oil leading up to her neck, where two smiles simultaneously formed as both sets of eyes fell on the person they'd been longing to see all week.
'Allo,' the younger girl said, with the cutest dimples appearing in her cheeks.
'Hey!' Debbie replied, thoroughly delighted to see Jasmine. 'No way is it gone four already? Or were you driving ridiculously fast? I'll slap ya if you were,' she added as she sat up bringing herself face to face with Jasmine.
The younger girl smiled at Debbie's protectiveness. 'Nope, I was good. It's twenty past now, see?' she said, gesturing to the clock. But Debbie wasn't really paying attention, her eyes glanced down to the lips she had missed and desperately wanted to kiss. She had to gently bite down on her own to stop herself, knowing she couldn't while Daz was loitering.
Without taking her eyes off Jasmine, Debbie quickly spoke to her apprentice-come-lackey, to get him distracted enough to give them some space.
'Daz, don't you still need to wash that car you're working on before you're done?'
'Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend first?' he asked in return, ignoring Debbie's own question.
Jasmine chuckled as Debbie rolled her eyes at the lad's persistence and got to her feet with Jasmine following suit.
Putting on an insincere smile and with the most sarcastic, piss-taking voice she could muster, Debbie introduced them. 'Daz, Jasmine. Jasmine, Daz. Happy? Good. Now get that car washed.'
Daz's eyes were still fixed on Debbie's new friend, when he replied, unperturbed by his boss's curt response. 'It's nice to meet ya Jasmine. Real pretty name, that.'
Jasmine had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing in front the obviously smitten young man standing before her and glanced sideways at Debbie, who simply stood there staring at him with her arms folded and a single eyebrow arched – challenging.
'Daz!' Debbie said, with more than a hint of warning in her voice. The young lad's attention now diverted to see the less than impressed expression on his boss's face.
'I'll just get on with washing the car,' he said sheepishly, backing away.
Debbie spun on her heel, shaking her head at Daz's cringe-worthy display.
'Poor boy,' she muttered, walking over to her desk looking for her keys. Jasmine had now started to chuckle, amused at the effect she'd had on the teenager.
'Is he always like that?' she asked, as Debbie dangled her house keys in front of her.
'Only around beautiful women,' she said, an air of flirtation in her voice.
'But, he works with you practically everyday,' Jasmine countered, flirting back as she reached out for the keys, their hands connecting longer than necessary.
'Oh he used to fancy me when we were kids. But i'm old news these days. Besides, he knows he'd get a fat lip if he tried it on wi' me again,' she added with an evil grin. 'But, lucky you! You're fresh meat. I hope you like your new lap-dog, Jas,' Debbie teased.
'Oh shut up,' Jasmine snapped with a sarcastic smile, snatching her hand and the keys back from Debbie.'Right, so how much longer do you reckon you'll be here for then?'
'Hmm, well, your new pet has to finish washing that car, plus the one behind it, which I've not told him yet, and i've got to finish what I was doing and then try and get this week's paper work out the way. But that doesn't have to be finished tonight, so I dunno, maybe another two hours tops, but probably less.'
'Okay, well I was thinking I might go and see if my Uncle is home and catch up with him for a bit.'
'Oh right, yeah, good idea. Do you know which house it is?'
'I was hoping you'd show me,' Jasmine replied with a cheeky grin, batting her eyelashes for extra cheesy effect.
'C'mon then,' Debbie replied as she tugged the girl out the garage. 'Say goodbye to Fido.'
Jasmine giggled as she looked back at Debbie's tall apprentice as he continued to wash the car.
'Back in a minute, Daz,' said Debbie as they left.
'Nice meeting you, Daz,' Jasmine called back as she was being carted away.
'Bye Jasmine!' he shouted after her, watching the girls walk away in fits of giggles.
I am definitely in there.
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Debbie started to slow down as a thought popped into her head.
'Jas? You erm, wanna get your bag first and dump it in the house?' her eyes and head quickly gesturing towards Tug Ghyll, as her eyebrows raised.
'Nah, it'll be fine where it is for now, Debs,' she replied, not taking the hint. 'It's not exactly Moss Side this place, is it?'
'What, you think cars don't get broken into round 'ere?'
'I'm not going to be long, Debs. Besides, you're only round the corner.'
Debbie just huffed and pulled her back towards her car.
'Jasmine, get your bag.'
The younger girl was amused by Debbie's stubbornness as she unlocked the car and retrieved her holdall, before Debbie marched them up to the house, where Jasmine used the key to let them in.
Debbie immediately kicked the door shut behind them, taking Jasmine's bag and dumping it on the floor before grabbing Jasmine by her hips and pushing her up against the living room door, kissing her with such fervour, releasing all the pent up frustration she'd acquired during the week.
'For someone doing her degree, you're fucking slow on the up-take, Jas,' she muttered in between kisses.
Jasmine just smiled inside at the passion being poured her way from the older girl. Losing herself with every touch and kiss. She'd missed Debbie so much. These past few days feeling more like weeks. She wasn't sure if she could handle being away from Debbie during the week, as they'd only just got together and the pull between them was magnetic.
But if it meant weekly reunions like this, she wasn't going to complain too much. It was clearly affecting her girlfriend just as strongly and she pulled Debbie tighter against her, easing her hands underneath Debbie's tank top caressing the soft skin. Running her hands slowly up and down the length of the Dingle's spine as their kisses became more heated.
'God, Deb, that – feels good,' Jasmine said, managing to squeeze the words in between the odd moan and sharp intake of breath as she felt Debbie bombard her neck with kisses; her blouse giving easy access to the tanned silky-smooth skin, before returning her attention to her lips. Their eyes connecting as Debbie teased Jasmine's lips with her own. They were toying with each other, as if waiting for the moment to strike and capture the other girl's lips with their own. After several moments of sensual sparring, Debbie became the victor, claiming Jasmine's lower lip, teasing it with her tongue and even giving it a playful nip in triumph before releasing it.
'I've missed you, Jas,' Debbie whispered.
'Ditto,' Jasmine replied with a smile.
A coy look now appeared on Debbie's face. "I'm sorry about that. It's just, with Daz about...'
Jasmine just chuckled, bringing her hands up to cup the older girls face, silencing her.
'You don't need to explain, Debs. It's fine, I understand,' and echoed Debbie's own affectionate habit by kissing the tip of her nose. 'I know you wouldn't want Daz of all people to be the first to find out about us.'
'Speaking of, I suppose I should show you to the Thomas's and get back to the garage,' Debbie sighed.
'Mmm'kay,' Jasmine replied, teasing Debbie with another tender kiss, as she inched her hands back down her back, not stopping at the top of her overalls, or the waistband of her jeans that lay underneath. Smiling into their kiss, she gave Debbie's bum a cheeky squeeze and was delighted with the low moan she received in return.
'I see someone managed to remember their underwear today,' she whispered into Debbie's ear.
The amorous Dingle, looked her square in the eyes, as she slowly leaned in towards the girl, the corner of her mouth curling up into a sly grin, stopping barely an inch away from her lips.
'Fuck. Off.'
And with a glint of humour in her eyes, she quickly closed the gap, stealing one last kiss.
'Oh Jas? You've erm, got some oil on ya face,' Debbie added with a smirk.
'Where?' she asked, instinctively raising her hand up.
Debbie wiped two greasy fingers across the girl's cheek.
'There.'
Jasmine narrowed her eyes, slapping Debbie's arm, as she walked past the smug mechanic.
'Bloody grease monkey,' she muttered behind her as she made her way to the bathroom.
'You love it!,' Debbie shouted after her with a massive grin on her face.
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