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Authors note: A big Thank you! Susie8807 & Guest for your kind words, they gave me the courage to carry on.
Elle's hat lay tossed behind her; the scene was one of devastation. Brody still lay over her, she could hardly breathe he was a dead weight and she was positioned awkwardly as he fell on her. His knees crumpled as he collapsed. There was a significant amount of blood spatter also. Steve felt for a pulse. Half his head was missing; he was dead.
Wires were attached to a small block of plastic buried inside Brody's coveralls. Steve also reached over gently and opened the poppers on the garment, to see if he could gain access to the wires. He managed to open the garment to reveal there was no timer on the device, it was pretty basic. Elle was struggling to breathe.
"Steve please, hurry" she said gasping.
"I can't rush it he said or it will take us all out. Hang in there" he said "nearly got it."
Joe passed him the pliers to cut the wire," which one are you going for?" asked Joe
"We need to pull Elle free by the shoulders, if someone could just grab her t-shirt and pull after I cut these two." He said "it's a very crude but lethal device."
Elle rolled her eyes, telling him to cut the chat and get her out; she didn't want Brody to have the final word. Not after what they had all been through.
Steve looked at her and smiled; as he cut through the first wire, she held her breath. Chin and Danny had her shoulders in a vise like grip ready to drag her out from under Brody's limp body in one move.
A 'click' confirmed she was safe at last. He cut through both wires; which now protruded the coveralls. Danny and Chin looked at each other and pulled Elle from under Brody, taking her behind the upturned table that the bomb disposal unit had quickly assembled trying to provide some protection. Lying against a sandbag, Steve came around feeling her arms and shoulders he checked her over. "You ok?" he asked. She let out a breath and closed her eyes momentarily.
Someone passed a wet cloth so she could wipe the blood of her face, it was one thing to face Brody; she really didn't need to wear him. His blood had dripped into her hair and was drying to a sticky mass. She felt bruised but was OK just a little breathless, but she would recover. She wanted to stand up and get the hell out. Steve picked her up by her shoulders she winced.
"Sorry" he said we need to get you to out and to safety.
He supported Elle by putting one hand around her waist, and she held on to him for dear life. They made it to the waiting ambulance. She was stripped of her blood stained t-shirt and wires placed on her chest; her precious necklace remained intact and nestled safely between her breasts.
Steve had taken his shirt off. She could see the nasty gash where a stray bullet fired at random from the automatic weapon had made contact with his skin. Just above his clavicle. Steve needed sutures which the paramedic could do for him while he waited and watched Elle being checked.
"How did you manage to get here without me knowing?" asked Steve.
"After our airport conversation I found I couldn't leave. I called Joe, I then explained to my Father. It was a hell of a journey but I'm glad I made it back." She said
"How did you know it was Brody?" He asked "I was watching him he was in my line of sight; but for a second it was obscured by the studio lights" he said.
"It was the dog" she said "I guessed it might be a sniffer dog, because he was so persistent; coupled with a gut feeling I suppose, but I managed to get closer and was there luckily when he made his move"
"Lucky for us" he said
"Yes" she said "that's right; I saved your ass" she strained to laugh.
He looked at her and said "my ass is well worth saving."
"I think you owe me Commander" she said
"And I think you'll get your payment in full" he said with a lustful smile.
In the ambulance the paramedics checked Elle's breathing, she was trembling a little and they placed a blanket around her shoulders.
"We strongly recommend you go home and rest" they said. Elle looked at Steve and she asked him if she should stay at a hotel? He objected strongly and told her she was to stay with him no arguments. Relief swept over her, as she really didn't want to be alone. He smiled at her before the paramedic gave him a shot; he sucked in his breath over his teeth.
"Ow!" He said
Elle tried not to let a laugh escape, she knew he was strong but he was in pain. His shoulder was sutured gaining six knots and a clean dressing. He didn't put his shirt back; he was going to let Elle wear it. She was just wearing her bra, and her t-shirt would be taken away for evidence.
"I have to get this man's blood off me" she said "where can I shower?"
"Come back to Headquarters with us, and use the rest rooms there."
Governor Denning thanked the team in his office. Danny apologised for the disruption but echoed the team's thoughts that Brody's demise was unfortunate but a necessary outcome. They could now move forward and continue their work.
Governor shook their hands and thanked Joe especially. Joe was gracious and fervently shook Denning's outstretched hand saying it was his pleasure to assist.
Outside the rear doors of the ambulance, the team assembled once more. Kono hugged Elle and told her that she had a twitchy trigger finger. Elle asked Kono if she would show her where she could shower.
Elle said "Kono you know; I literally need to wash this man out of my hair."
Kono hugged her and said that she would take her to the showers. Back at HPD, she could change and they would have a briefing.
Wearing Steve's shirt, a baseball cap over her hair and the blanket around her shoulders; Elle travelled with Steve and Danny in the Camaro. They arrived back at HPD, where Duke was waiting. He grasped Steve by the hand and shook it, his shoulder was now strapped and in a sling. Elle came behind, with Kono who protectively put her arm around her shoulders over the blanket which Elle clung to.
"Come" she said "I'll take you to the showers"
Joe had Elle's luggage in the jeep, which he brought back with him to the offices at HPD. Kono had reappeared and was talking to the men. She took Steve one side and said that she thought he needed to go and see Elle; take her a change of clothes." I think the adrenaline rush is about to dissipate and she's coming down" she said.
Steve acknowledged exactly what Kono was saying to him; without any further detail. His actions toward Elle he hoped, would speak louder than words.
Steve took her wash bag and a change of clothes from her belongings; along with a towel to the rest rooms.
Elle had found a chair and was sitting staring blankly at the wall. "Are you expecting answers from that?" he asked
She looked up at him and smiled weakly," come on he said let's get you clean." He took his sling off and ripped the dressing which smarted as it pulled on his skin; throwing them one side.
He picked her up from the chair with his hands under her arms. Her legs began to buckle, "I don't think I can stand" she said. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Don't panic it's just a reaction to the adrenaline you'll be ok I promise" he held her close her feet just skimming the floor. You want me to come in with you?" he asked.
He set her down and brought the chair near the shower in anticipation of her legs giving way.
"Sit!" he ordered He turned the water on full and adjusted it to a calmer flow, "you need help?" he asked bending down between her legs his hands on her thighs he was looking into her eyes.
"Arms up" he said. She complied by raising her arms above her head. He took the hem of his shirt and pulled it over her head.
"Stand up for me" he said and he popped the button on her camouflage pants. "These suit you even if they are the wrong colour for Army personnel" he smiled
He tugged the pants down her legs; she stepped out holding on to his shoulder. She was now in her underwear. "Well" he said "you want me to stay or go?" she didn't answer; she couldn't move.
He delved into her wash bag and took out the shampoo and soaps, he stretched his fingers under the water, and the temperature was perfect. He stood up and making sure the door was locked, he dropped his pants and took her in his arms, pulling her under the spray of the water he held her. He unclasped her bra and pulled it from her body letting it drop to the floor. He turned her to face away from him and bent down he hooked his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She kicked them one side.
Her hair was soaked, and he poured shampoo into the palm of his hand. He smoothed it into her hair and rubbed, the water had turned pink from Brody's blood. She had bits of skull and brain lodged between the strands. He gave it another wash. She bent her head back into his massaging hands. "Hmm" she said "God that feels nice"
He told her he hadn't finished with her and grabbed the conditioner. He smoothed a handful over her scalp, and fingered the liquid through her hair. He rinsed the thick conditioner off her hair and turned her around to face him. He put his arms around her body and held her close to his chest.
He whispered into her ear that she was safe, and where she belonged in his arms. She didn't have to move; letting the water cascade over them. She looked up at him her eyes were full; tears ready to fall. His hands travelled over her shoulders and down. He covered her in body wash and although concentrated on her shoulders; he covered her body with his hands working and kneading her flesh.
"It's my job to save lives Steve" she said "not take them"
"Elle by ridding the Island of him, you have saved all the team and whoever else he had a grudge against. Don't forget he'd already murdered Randy Myers (his cellmate) and he's attempted to murder Catherine"
"I suppose; but at the moment I feel really shitty" she said "at the end of the day it's a loss of life"
"That's true. But you saw his eyes before he raised his weapon; were they remorseful?" he asked
"Anything but; he had the look of a maniac. It's the only way I can describe it" she said "deranged even. But what made me shudder was his eyes…they were fixed and trained on you"
"Well there you go" he said, as he continued to hold her tight, he bent and kissed her neck behind her ear.
"How are you?" She asked; she touched his shoulder with her index finger, I can change the dressing for you, there'll be some in your first aid kit."
"I'm good" he said "it's only a scratch"
She looked into his eyes "my hero" she said
"I should be saying that to you" he replied." Are you ready? I'm turning wrinkly" he said turning the water off.
He wrapped her in a towel rubbing her shoulders.
"Don't get cold" he said to her, "I'll see if someone has a hairdryer; Stay put. Your clothes are over there" he pointed to a pile of clothes in a bag.
He pulled on a pair of cargos and a polo shirt. Leaving her alone to dry off; he returned less than five minutes later. A successful mission Miss Brooke he said waving the dryer. She still had a towel around her and he said he was going to go back to the office. She needed something warm to eat and drink. "I'm sure Kono is ordering some takeout" he said.
"Hmm" she said she quickly putting on her underwear, and clean t-shirt and skirt. Not the ones she would have chosen but they were clean and didn't have any traces of blood. She plugged in the dryer in his office; he left her to her regimen while he filled a cup with coffee.
"Here... Drink this" he said. She sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her; A blanket over her thighs. She held the steaming cup tightly and close to her body for comfort; she hoped no-one would notice her slight tremor. Steve gave her his sweater it was huge; but it would keep her warm.
Kono, Chin and Danny joined them in the office. Danny bent down and kissed her chastely on the cheek, and Chin squeezed her shoulder. Kono sat next to her and asked her what she wanted to eat.
"Do you know I haven't got a clue" she smiled.
"I've ordered a choice" said Kono "something may take your fancy."
"Hmm" said Elle she felt so tired suddenly, and sank lower in the cushions. Steve was keeping a watchful eye and stepped out of his office when the food arrived; the team moved into the bullpen area near the table.
They had a feast of Chinese food and Pizza to choose from, as they ate and talked, Steve headed back to the office where Elle was now laying on the couch with her knees drawn up and the blanket over her legs. She had put his sweater on it swamped her completely; she had rolled the sleeves up to her elbow, but she felt warm and cosy. He came and sat near her. She moved forward and he moved in beside her.
He pushed his nose into her hair, and his arm went around her waist under her sweater to stroke her skin. She turned slightly and faced his chest. She took in a deep breath, and looked up at him. His lips met hers very gently.
"Hi" he said. She melted into his arms he kissed the top of her head.
"You're tired he said we'll get this wrapped here and then go home to bed"
"Hmm" she said "I like the sound of that" snuggling up to him she felt safe and warm, he held her close to him and continued to stroke her skin.
Steve asked if she was ready to give her statement; or would she prefer to come back in the morning. She said she would rather wait, her head was kind of fuzzy, and she was having trouble processing thoughts. He turned to look at her; "Did you hit your head?" he asked looking in to her eyes to see if there were any irregularities.
"No I don't think so I just think the whole day has been a bit manic and it's caught up with me" she said. His face was close; she cupped his chin with her hand and kissed him quickly.
"I need to get you home" he said.
She smiled at him and the thought that she would soon be in his arms once more, made her sigh and her muscles lower down began to contract in anticipation. She had missed him for the short time they had been apart.
Steve was anxious about her; he hoped she wouldn't have any long-term psychological effects after today. He gathered the team together and explained that he was going to take Elle home. I will call the hospital later; there had been no news of Catherine since he had visited. Hopefully she would continue to recover well; he worried for Catherine and her family. He didn't know who she was seeing at the moment and would try to find out.
"Joe can you make some discreet enquiries for me?" Joe nodded, saying he would do what he could to help.
Steve got up from the table where the group had gathered. "I'm going to take off home now so if there is anything new, call." He finished. They agreed to stay in touch.
Elle sat up on the couch she had paled, but that could be the effects of shock and weariness. She was almost ready to leave; she had to put her things into her bag which Steve was carrying. He took her hand and led her out. He managed to put her safely into the passenger seat of the Silverado, which he'd parked under the trees.
"You ready?" he asked
"Let's go home" she said. He smiled and winked at her, turning the wheel on to the main highway.
They arrived home safely. He helped her down from his truck and carried her bag to the door. He stopped her from entering before he could switch the alarm off and make sure the place was clear; since Brody's demise though he had to admit the level of risk had reduced dramatically. He put her bag down, and rested his keys in the small dish on the hall table next to the door.
Inside she kicked her shoes off, as did he. She sat on the arm of the couch, and he sat on the cushion next to her. He tugged at her arm and she fell into to his lap. He kissed her neck and his lips skimmed her jaw.
"I missed you" he said.
"Hmm, I missed this... and you of course" she said
"Oh I would hate to be considered an afterthought wouldn't you?" he said reaching up to cup her face for a longer searching kiss his tongue danced with hers and she gasped for air when they eventually pulled apart.
It was too early to go to bed, "what do you want to do tonight?" he asked her
"Nothing; I think I've had enough drama for one day" she said
"Who you, my warrior princess?" he asked
"Don't tell me you find that a turn on?" she asked
"Sexy as hell" He said with a raised eyebrow.
She turned to face him straddling him, she sucked his bottom lip pulling it out and letting it go. Her index finger tracing his chin skimming over his dimple down to his throat and over his Adams apple. Her eyes never leaving his gaze; he looked lustful. His temperature rising; she could feel him growing underneath her.
"Stop squirming" he said "You're driving me crazy"
He put his hands underneath the sweater he gave her and his fingers found her skin. Stroking her back he reached up and unclasped her bra, his lips nuzzling her neck. Elle groaned as he continued sweeping his hand across her soft flesh. Elle's hands travelled over his shoulders and down his biceps they were full and taut as his hands held her steadily in place; she traced his muscles over his polo shirt with her fingers, gently over his shoulders as he was injured. He drew a breath in sharply as she touched his wound. Pulling away from his inquiring lips she looked at his face; his brow was furrowed and she knew he was in pain.
"Let me check your wound" she said to him, in one motion he dragged his shirt over his head. His sutures looked red and angry. She felt his forehead with the back of her hand. He looked at her quizzically.
"Humour me she said" he did and let her check his shoulder. "Where's your first aid kit?" she asked
He tutted and reluctantly pushed her off his knees and went to get the green box which held most of the spare dressings he'd accumulated while on the task force. There were assorted sizes and types. There was also a bottle of antiseptic and some cream; cotton balls and tape. Everything I need is here she said.
She took a small bowl and some boiled water added the antiseptic and saturated a cotton ball. Returning to her patient she pushed him down to sit on the couch; standing before of him she Placed a towel over his chest she bathed his sutures gently, making sure that they were doused in the healing liquid, before patting them dry with a sterile pad, and placing a clean sterile dressing over the knots. Elle taped it down firmly offering the wound some protection from outside elements.
"You'll do until tomorrow; I'll dress it again" she said she bent down and kissed him.
"Thank you" he said and took her back on to his knee, "Now where was I?" He said " Oh yeah... right if we're playing doctors and nurses; surely it must be my turn to examine you?" he asked holding his palms out.
"Eh no I have had enough of people groping me today; although those paramedics were rather tasty." she said "I may just give them a call and say I have a problem breathing." She began to giggle.
"Oh my; can I offer you CPR?" He said waving both hands in front of her face.
"Nooo!"She said he pushed her down on to the cushion and pulled the sweater up to her neck,
"Ah-ha, mm-hm, I see where the problem is" he said putting both hands around her rib cage, his thumbs skirting the swelling of her breasts.
"I hope it's not serious?" she said "Is there a course of treatment you can offer me?" she asked
"You're in luck" he said "would you like to start with a session?"
"I certainly would" she said with bated breath. He squeezed her around the ribs, using his fingers to run up and down her skin, she pulled her knees up and giggled until tears streamed down her face. He kissed her between her breasts and continued his onslaught tickling her until she surrendered completely under his touch.
Steve calmed his busy hands and left them covering her chest. "How did that feel" he asked tweaking her nipples gently.
"Fine she said" stretching her arms above her head, he found her mouth again and placed feather light kisses over her mouth and neck. A phone was singing somewhere in the distance. He moved to get up.
"Not me" he said looking at his cell. By the time she dug her phone out of her purse it had ceased singing and a voicemail message waited for her. She sat up and pulled her sweater down it was a message from home.
"I should call them" she said holding her phone between her knees.
"Go ahead" he said. She called and her Father answered. She sat crossed legged on the floor going through the day's events leaving out the finer details of her pulling the trigger and the explosives stuffed inside his clothes.
Steve went into the kitchen and prepared some snacks, well he managed to open a packet of chips and unscrewed a jar of dip; he tried one and then another shaking his head in approval. He called Tripler and enquired about Catherine. There was no significant change, although her signs were good, and the subdural hematoma was relenting slowly but surely. He was pleased. Catherine was going to recover.
He returned to the living room Elle was lying prostrate on the floor her chest on a cushion she was leaning on her elbows and her legs were bent at the knees and swinging in the air. He laid down next to her she passed the phone over to him telling her Father that Steve wanted to say hello.
"Sir said Steve" they chatted about the day's events Steve telling Sir Charles that his daughter was amazing. She could only agree by shaking her head as he spoke; chuckling and stifling a laugh with her hand. He passed the phone back to her; giving her a death stare he placed his arm around her waist and squeezed as she said her farewells she hung up and turned to him.
"You have been cordially invited to stay at Oxbridge House" she said smiling up at him. "I think you'd fit in beautifully" she said "How do you fancy a vacation; where you can convalesce with me as your personal health care assistant?"
"Seriously?" he asked he thought about it for a minute "Well they do owe me some time off"
"Well then what's stopping you?" she asked
"If you don't mind waiting until we know Cath is in the clear, I can speak to the Governor and the team. Maybe we can travel together."
"Brilliant" she said.
He reached over and pulled her towards him. She reached for the zipper on his jeans and felt him straining under the material. His hands swept over her skin under the sweater, he kneaded her soft flesh making her moan. His fingers worked their way down her back to her bottom; he massaged one cheek before moving his hand over to the other. He lifted her skirt and found the elastic of her panties. He tugged one side slipping them down over her hip.
With his fingers inside the elastic he stretched the garment over the other hip so the material now sat under both cheeks. She flipped her over on to her back her head was on a cushion and she placed a finger over his forehead drawing her fingers over his cheek and nose to his lips. He kissed the tips of her fingers before she touched his chin resting over the dimple below.
He lifted her sweater to reveal her chest; she grabbed its ribbed edge pulling it (and her loosened bra) over her heaD casting it aside. He found the button on her skirt and she lifted her hips so he could ease the skirt down.
Steve pulled back slightly and sitting near her ankles he pulled the skirt over her knees and off. He then took hold of her foot and parted her legs; he crawled between her thighs, pushing her knees out further. She arched her back, pushing herself towards him. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. On the floor surrounded by cushions and chip and dip, he entered her slowly and gently. Their rhythm gained momentum as their love-making grew urgent.
They lay looking at the ceiling. Panting their breath becoming regular once more after rolling on the floor; the chips in the bowl he prepared had tipped, and lay strewn. They were covered in hard sharp crumbs. Steve began to pick bits out of her hair, and she brushed his back. She placed her head on his chest and her arm draped across him; her fingers toying with the curls on his chest before outlining the tattoos on his arms and body.
"What are you thinking" he asked.
"Hmm, she said I think that I really don't ever want to move from this spot."
"Ha! He said you're going to have to; for me to clean up the mess you made"
She smiled at him; they held on to each other, as Elle felt a need to get up. Can we go for a walk on the beach? She asked
"Do you intend wearing clothes or are we going au naturel?" He asked
"Em I think enough people have seen the squishy bits of my body today" she said gathering her clothing off the floor, he watched her every move.
She walked to the downstairs bathroom, and quickly dressed. She washed her face and hands and asked Steve where he kept his cleaning stuff.
"Garage!" he shouted from upstairs; Elle went into the garage and found the broom and swept the crumbs into a small pile she could vacuüm them up later. She straightened the cushions and the rug on the floor; it looked like a living room once more.
Finding her bag she took out a sweater that fitted her along with flat shoes to walk in. She slung her purse around her shoulders and across her chest and was ready.
Steve came down and asked her which beach she wanted to go to.
"I really don't mind" she said "somewhere quiet and away from the hustle and bustle" she said
Steve grabbed a set of keys from the table, pulled her hand into his and opened the door. He climbed on to his motorcycle. She looked at him, shaking her head.
"I don't think so" she said
"Come on" he said "You'll have a long walk if you don't"
"I don't think they're safe" she said "I'm wearing a skirt" her hands went to her hips
"Come on" he said "we'll tuck you up nice and tight" she looked dubiously at the machine
"Hey" he said "Where's my ballsy warrior princess?" he asked
"She's back at the Hilton having a drink and getting laid if she's got any sense" said Elle smiling
"Come on climb on" he said with a tone and passing her a helmet.
"Don't go far" she said " because if it rains, we are likely to become organ donors"
He fired up the machine, with a turn on the throttle he shouted at her to hold on to him. She did for dear life. She had seen so many broken bodies after motorcycle accidents she didn't want to become one of the statistics.
He took off on to the highway, she buried her head in the centre of his back, she had to admit there was something liberating about being without the protection of a metal frame around her, it was strange yet exciting, and she had to admit a little erotic. Whether it was holding on to him so closely or whether it was sitting astride such a powerful machine she was unsure, she did recognize that it was taking effect and her muscles began to tighten below her belly.
She lifted her head as he slowed down at a set of lights, his feet either side of the bike steadying. He turned and asked if she was ok, she said she was but wanted to get off.
"Hang on" he said pulling off again toward the ocean she could now see ahead of her. Slowly he made a left turn into the beach park, and stopped. Elle was still hanging on for dear life.
"You can let go now" he said
"I don't want to" she said her face resting on his broad back.
"Come on he said let's go for a walk"
He turned and saw that her face was drawn. She was scared witless; but he didn't speed and took his time as the extra weight affected the balance of the machine.
She looked up at him and he helped her off the bike. She pulled him down and kissed him he pulled her closer for a deeper kiss, putting his hand on her bottom, and stroking a cheek. She moved it up.
"I'm feeling a little bit... you know?" she said flushing
"Feeling what?" he said "Would you like to explain in more detail and, in English Ms Brooke."
"Horny!" she said loudly in his ear; luckily there was no-one near to hear her confession.
He laughed throwing his head back and holding his chest. He grabbed her around the waist and picked her up swinging her around. She giggled and beat his chest with her fist. He planted her feet in the soft sand.
They sat a while it was such a beautiful evening just taking in the atmosphere. A group of French tourists passed by they looked at Elle and Steve and said something, to which Elle shocked them and made them giggle by replying. Steve looked at her, eyebrows raised.
"What did they say?" he asked "come on tell me?"
"No" she said
"Tell me or I will torture you with tickles" he said threateningly
She pushed him out of the way and ran ahead of him. Of course with his long legs it didn't take him long to catch her. He tackled her knocking her into the sand and landing on top of her. He held her arms above her head sat astride over her belly and with his free hand he bent down and asked her again.
"Tell me?"
"No" she said "Get off me you big lump"
"OK" He said and started to squeeze her sides, touching her under her arms and her ribs, until she surrendered once more.
"Okay, okay" she said "If you get off me I'll tell you.
"They said that you were very handsome, in fact you were hot!"
He threw his head back and laughed. He kissed her gently on the lips.
"Well were not having much of a walk" she said.
He pulled her into his shoulder, holding her there; he kissed her she groaned into his mouth. "You still feeling horny?" he asked her
She whispered into his ear "that's for me to know, and you to find out."
He helped her up and again. He put his hand on her waist she put her hand over his to affirm her feelings; pulling him closer to her hip. They stopped for another kiss, not caring who saw them or where they were.
"Hey he said what did you say back to them Elle?" he asked. She flushed.
"I told them they were right of course." She smiled.
He smiled and she laughed out loud. She let his waist go but held on tightly to his hand.
"Have you thought any more about coming back with me to London?" She asked
"We could do the sights and you've been invited to stay at my parents House, it would be an experience for you. My father is a keen fisherman, and there are horses if you wanted to go riding; or guns if you wanted shooting? But I guess that would be a busman's holiday eh?" She said.
"Sounds great" he said. "You could give me a guided tour of the house?"
"That I can do" she said "there is also a lovely pub near, and the village green where the locals play cricket in the summer and soccer in the winter" she said. We also have the village fete where my Father is the president and gives out the prizes.
"It's a shame we've missed the annual hunt ball that's usually held March or April time. But I do want to show you London as well" she said.
"I also need to find out if I can get permission for a secondment here in Hawaii. That is of course if you still want me to come over here?"
"I can think of nothing I would like more than to come home to you here" he said
"I will need to get a place as well" she said. "I honestly didn't think I'd be making plans with you when we first met." She said shaking her head her voice becoming small.
"So much has happened since we first met on that plane" he said "But you could move in with me you know, there's nothing stopping you"
Elle explained that the house being the family home; it just wouldn't be right. Mary had a right to come and go as she pleased. Elle said her living there just wouldn't be fair or proper. "But I'm really flattered to think that you want her me in your home." She said
"And in my bed, on the rug on the couch, kitchen table; anywhere really" he finished "Oof!" and she elbowed him playfully in the gut.
"Can we go home?" she asked "I suddenly feel the need to be in your arms"
"Come on he said it's been a gruelling day, and of course there's your little problem to sort out before we can get any sleep?"
"Oh?" She asked "which problem is that"
"The one that I can help you satisfy... here" he put his hand at the top of her thigh. She pushed herself into his touch while holding him close so no-one could see where he'd placed his hand.
"Hmm" she said I like the sound of that. "tres, tres chaud." She said quietly into his lips.
He helped her on to the back of the motorcycle she fiddled and attached the strap on her helmet. He got on the bike and she once more put her arms around his waist holding on very tightly. He placed his hands over hers and squeezed them lightly around him. Starting the bike he shouted at her above the noise to hold on tight. With that, they pulled off into the night.
