Author - Okay, THIS is the final link chapter! It also contains scenes of a sexual nature so if any kiddywinks are reading make sure your mums and dads don't walking in. O/J!
I smiled to myself as I peered down the bannister, spying on Howard and Lauren as they came back from the night out to the 'Smokey Sax' jazz club that Friday night.
She was as Howard described her, beautiful, intelligent, charming if a bit shy.
"You spyin' on 'em?".
I didn't even need to look round to know it was my little girly tart, plus the fact his hands had found my arse was a totally give away.
I felt him smile against my neck as we watched Howard kiss Lauren and say his fairwells, a massive grin set to his face.
"Not jealous then?", I asked.
"Why would I be jealous of him?".
"The kissing? I felt the way you tensed up, even if it was only a second!".
He spun me round and put his arms around my neck, "I was tense cos it's his first kiss since moi! Besides I've got you ta' tease now".
I giggled as he growled and nibbled my neck.
Howard danced up the stairs, whistling a little tune as he made himself a drink and danced his way to his bedroom.
"Take it that his date went well".
I looked over Vince's shoulder to see Naboo fiddling about in the kitchen.
"Did you see the look on his face!", I cooed, "It was so cute!".
"Hey! I can be cute!", Vince piped up and the infamous 'Noir Pout' appeard in a flash.
I learnt that he used it when he didn't get his own way or he felt left out but mainly if he never got a complimented.
No matter who you were the pout would work in any situation, apart from this one.
"Don't milk it", I replied.
"I'm going out tonight with Bollo so don't wait up", Naboo said as he put whatever he'd be making into a satchel, hopped down the stairs and out of the front door.
I went over to the kettle and clicked it on, "Cuppa tea, Vince?".
"Nah".
I almost jumped as his breath hit my neck. I hadn't heard him come up behind me.
I felt his arms snake around my waist, which he seemed to do that alot, and I felt his fingers play with the bit of skin that wasn't covered by my t-shirt.
I carried on making my tea, trying to act as if I hadn't noticed.
His fingers ran along the edge of my trousers that hung quite low on my waist as he trailer kisses up my neck and across my jaw-line.
"What're you doin'?", I breathed unable to keep by voice from shaking.
"Empty house", he whispered.
"What about Howard?".
"He'll just be listenin' to his moody jazz records".
He was now pulling my away from the counter top, making it impossible to finish making my tea because now I couldn't reach it.
I decided to give up and followed him into his bedroom.
I loved this room, the smell of hairspray, the colours of the posters and clothes just made it come alive. It was pure Vince Noir!
He pushed me onto his velvet sheeted bed and lightly jumped on top of me, that cheeky smile set on his face.
I hurridly pulled off his yellow polo t-shirt and pulled his head to mine as I kissed him desparetly.
He pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the laminate floor. We were like two teenagers with both of the parents out the house!
I flipped him over so he was on his back and kissed his chest, running my nails down his sides.
He let out a strangled moan and arched his back to show me he wanted more.
I'd just undo the button of his trousers, with some difficulty I might add, when there was a loud knock at the door...
A/N - In the words of Matt Berry in The IT Crowd. 'There's somebody at the door! There's somebody at the door!'
Who could it be? Keep on reading to find out!
