A/N: I hope you have all recovered from the finally-they-did-it-outburst and from the wonder- and lustful story SisterSnorfl has written (if you haven't read it yet, do it now!) because I have finished another chapter. Feel free to leave a review.

Now, enjoy...

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The Aftermath

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Eventually he rolled off her body onto his back and, still panting, closed his eyes. Their hands were touching and he tenderly intertwined their fingers. Her cries of pleasure still were ringing in his ears.

"Oh, mighty stars..." Barbara breathed watching the ceiling. "This was..." She did not know how to call it. Wonderful, fulfilling, gorgeous, extraordinarily satisfyingly pleasurable, even supercalifragilistic-expialidocious was not even beginning to describe how she felt.

"...heavy!" she tried with an exhausted moan and closed her eyes too. For such a needy explosion at least this had been the most satisfying sexual experience she ever had. And here I was thinking I am a silent comer. I wasn't even quiet... She even was too knackered to chuckle.

Tommy turned towards her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder. "I'm sorry." he whispered onto her upper arm.

"I'm not at all." Barbara burst out. A smug smile appeared in her face but he could not see it. When they first had stumbled through the room Barbara briefly had feared the embarrassing moment after the sex and now she was only feeling happiness, a deep satisfaction and all but awkward.

Tommy placed a tender kiss on her arm. "I'm sorry for that coarse outburst, Barbara." The woman next to him seemed to be as satisfied as he felt but still... The idea that he should make up for a lost foreplay with a tender sequel crossed his mind.

"Sshh!" When she had inhaled to reply he silenced her. "Please don't say anything, Barbara."

Trying to see his face she turned her head towards him. Her body still did not yet respond to her brain's orders to move. What was he up to? A small anxious presentiment crept into her mind. Was he regretting this in the end?

"I'm not regretting having made love to you, Barbara, my dear, quite the contrary." Tommy's nose gently tickled across her arm. "I'm just regretting that I had not stopped the forceful, needful-"

"...lustful..." Barbara whispered.

"...lustful..." Tommy repeated softly snickering his lips against her skin. "...wonderful, ecstatic erotically thunderstorm that howled us through your room. But I should have restricted myself and give you the tender summer rain a woman like you would have deserved. And..." Meanwhile he had shifted and was almost covering half of her body. Watching the reaction of hardening buds his hand had hovered across her breast almost without touching it and now his fingers were softly grazing her lips. She timidly kissed them. Their eyes locked. A tenderly smiling face looked up to hers. "...most of all I had imagined our first time so much slower, more tender. I had wanted to worship every inch of your skin with kisses and endearment."

"You've thought about this earlier?" she asked, eyes falling shut again, surrendering to the soft warmth of his lips on her shoulder. Barbara really could not believe it. Was he actually saying he already had imagined making love to her?

"Since we've been watching Shakespeare at the theatre after the Thompson case." he murmured onto her cleavage. "More and more often I have imagined kissing your naked body. And this whole day at the spa was sheer torture. Sheer, pleasant torture."

His lips kissed her breast. First one, then the other, slowly, warm, soft. The hardened peaks were more than a positive response. Approving his attempt to make good for that earlier consented assault Barbara hummed low. She did not object at all. She loved him. If she would not have been lying she would have sighed and sunken into the pillows to let him go on hovering over her body for the rest of all time without touching except for his lips and hands.

"And I'm so glad you've rescued me from it." He let his wet lips encircle the taut peak of her left breast again. "So wonderful." he whispered. "I longed for it all throughout our dinner today and now you finally allow me to taste you." While Tommy continued whispering what he had wanted to do to her at their first time together, where he had imagined to kiss her throughout the day, where he had fantasised to caress her during the evening at the bar, he now did just that.

Following his ethereally caressing hands feathery kisses tickled Barbara on their languid way across her stomach, her belly, her abdomen. She inwardly prepared herself for the feeling of his lips in her curls and lower but before they reached that area Tommy diverted the trail to her left thigh. He only stopped kissing her just above her knee while his hands went further softly massaging her calves. He looked up at her raptured face. He was kneeling between her legs and it was all but dark in the room so he could see her very well. Her eyes were closed and a small smile played in the corners of her mouth. Tommy's heart spilled over with love for her and his lower regions were definitely reacting to her smashed, exhausted but contented and satisfied appearance. Barbara's arms were spread and so were her legs, one bent, the other stretched, but she obviously did not feel displayed, at least not in an awkward way. Here she was lying naked for the man she loved, the man who had just made love to her and obviously was making it again, or still was, ah, whatever. Barbara shamelessly and without regret shoved her clear thoughts into one corner of her brain to simply indulge in his caresses.

Since his lips finally had left her a long moment ago she opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

Their eyes locked again.

"You do realise that I'm not only making physical love to you right now, don't you?" Tommy whispered leaving a kiss on her right bent up knee. "I adore you." He left another kiss on her knee and then his face showed how smitten he was. "Actually I love you."

That was too much. Her clear thoughts returned to the centre of Barbara's brain but her heart still skipped a beat. "You shouldn't say that, Sir!" She almost sobbed wondering why he was trying to destroy the moment with unrealistic vows.

"But it's the truth!" Tommy held her gaze and kept on smiling. His eyes were hooded with a soft loving desire and deep down inside she dared to see real love although she could not quite believe it. Or could she?

"For a very long time I absolutely had no clue what was missing in my life. Then I learned it was you." Tommy knelt there and absentminded caressed her ankle and feet with one and massaged her thigh with the other hand. Inclining his head he smiled. "And I don't only mean your wonderfully striking physicality. I mean your wonderfully striking you."

After her facial expression had turned soft again and he could see she was beginning to believe him, Tommy lowered his head back to her leg. His lips left a kiss on her right thigh and he breathed sweet nothings onto her skin up to her hip where he dared to leave a soft love bite. "In fact I am deeply in love with you, Barbara Havers."

Believe him! her heart commanded her brain. She sighed in surrender. Her eyes fell close again. This was the most wonderful declaration of love Barbara ever could have thought of. And she could believe it.

Tommy's tongue dipped into her navel and Barbara shivered delighted. When the tip of his tongue went on licking trails across her skin it reached once more the big area of hardened skin where the lead had hit her years ago. "I love you!" he repeated passionately. His breath was hot on what she was calling her imperfection. Fear of losing her, fear of a repeat of that horrible incident resonated in his words. The play of his lips and tongue there was not at all inconvenient. He made her feel that it was not just an imperfection; it was a part of her body that simply belonged to her, to her body, her life, her history. Their history.

"I love you!" he repeated softly pressing his cheek into her belly. Tommy closed his eyes. He was overwhelmed by emotions. The wetness she could feel then was not his licking tongue. He had shed a tear.

"Tommy... I love you too!" Barbara choked and buried one hand in his hair, stroking his head until he lifted it again, passionately kissing her downwards. After all he was still making love to her; he was still cherishing her body.

"And guess what..." he softly laughed after a moment but his voice turned lasciviously lower with his next words. The mixed scent of their previous merging hit his nose and he deeply inhaled the heady smell. "I also love that you have not shaved everything because now I can nuzzle my nose into your curls while I give you a kiss onto your pleasure spot." He did so and his carnal side wanted to taste her, taste their mixed juices, pleasure her with his tongue, but he teasingly avoided those other intimate areas after he heard the hissing noise of Barbara sharply inhaling and felt her fist gripping his hair. She should not come yet. Tommy was not aware that he was doing what he thought he wanted to avoid. After the strong tip of his tongue had licked through her folds once he bit her there with lip-covered teeth and entered her with two fingers.

"Tom!" she squealed, sounding delighted and reproachful at the same time. She was trying hard not to push her hip up into his face.

"Oh, I will keep this for later." Apparently Tommy still enjoyed talking about what he should have done to her during their first time while he actually was doing it to her so after the little tasting he continued kissing her skin wherever his hands first had touched her. And although she would not have objected if he would have continued his work on and in her swollen cave Barbara was enjoying it all the more. Soft strokes caressed her belly and so was his tongue again. Tender fingertips tickled her sides and so were his lips.

Feeling her hand at one side he caressed her arm upwards and let his lips kiss a trail of wet spots all from the tips of her fingers, across her knuckles and her wrist, via the sensitive inside of her forearm, changing sides, from the crook of her arm to her elbow and then across her shoulder finally to her neck. When his fingertips reached her jaw Barbara turned her head so her lips met them. Looking deep into his eyes she took his digit into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around and her teeth playfully bite it. His pupils dilated while she softly sucked his finger and he no longer could hold back so he covered Barbara's body with his and replaced his finger with his lips.

Now she could taste it too.

Then Tommy turned onto his back and pulled her with him until she saddled him. Her wet centre slid across his arousal and he was not able to suppress a sudden moan. Although Barbara enjoyed that touch too she would have preferred the spoiled position a bit longer. Seeing in her face a slight disappointment to be on top now, Tommy just wriggled a bit, still with his arms around her chest, and turned her back onto her back with him kneeling above her between her legs.

"You enjoy being coddled, don't you?" he breathed onto her bosom without expecting an answer. His lips already were gone further to her breast, one hand softly pinching the other. "Good..." Tommy kissed the side of her breast. "Because I enjoy coddling you."

Her chest was heaving with her deep breaths and so he just waited for it to come close to his face again, then sucked in her nipple and softly pinched it with his teeth before he let go of it and soothed it with a soft kiss.

His hands caressed her sides. "I enjoy your breathing." Deeply inhaling Barbara writhed and with closed eyes pushed her head deeper into the pillow.

"Oh, Barbara... You lie there like a lazy cat in the sun..." Tommy murmured. Heat radiated between them. His body still almost only was hovering above hers, hot like a crackling fire. He needed to touch her. He wanted to feel her skin on his. But it was not yet the time for him to join her. He still knelt between her opened legs without really touching her. It was just heat on skin, breath on breasts, lips on shoulders.

She was not encouraging him to anything; she only savoured every second, enjoyed every caress. The prospect alone, or better the knowledge she would be feeling him again soon, built up a damp heat between her thighs and she felt the tingling sensation of swelling, blood filled flesh. The need to feel his skin rubbing across hers already was shortly before hurting. Other than moments ago when she just would have pulled him onto her Barbara exercised restraint now. Her hands just increased the force of their grip on his shoulder and on the side of his chest. And she suddenly shivered in sexual need.

"I enjoy giving you goose pimples." His lips sighed at her throat. He earned an approving low growl from Barbara. "Oh, my tired teddy!"

Feeling his lips at her jaw made her sigh a long approving "Yaaaah!" before she turned her head just the slightest bit to meet him in a long and deep kiss. What was meant as another gentle caress soon turned into a heated fight with tongues and teeth and heavy breathing in between, lips almost never losing contact. Barbara felt the tip of Tommy's erect manhood already touching her while he still tried to stay away and caress her. What was meant as a sweet and quietly cherishing after-play meanwhile had turned into a hot but still gentle foreplay. Tommy already was highly aroused. From the way Barbara squirmed underneath him he could tell she was too. She had fought to keep herself from pushing upwards to meet his body for a while now and she did not know how long she could stand it.

She would not have to because right when she had moved her hands from his chest to his hips to pull him down Tommy languidly slid into her with little effort.

"I enjoy gliding into you almost imperceptibly." he hoarsely breathed between two kisses. Barbara pressed her hips upwards to increase the friction of their bodies. Finally she let go.

"No!" she moaned.

"What?" Tommy stopped moving. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, not at all." With her hand in the back of his head Barbara pulled his face back down and gave him a slow and reassuring kiss whilst slowly rolling her hip into his groin. "...but this's... oooh... such... a pleasure..." Her voice turned darker and was leaden with sensuality. "...it's all but imperceptible!"

Answering her rolling hips with slow rocking movements Tommy propped himself up on his arms to look Barbara directly in the eyes. "Gooood." he moaned. "Because I enjoyed to-"

"Tommy?!" Barbara's voice was firm but raspy, so full of desire. She took his face in both hands and stilled it before hers. "Shut up. I got the idea."

Then exaltation took over and letting go of his face her hands slid to his shoulders, her head fell back onto the pillow and her body arched into his. It was not for the last time. Joined at the hottest spot of their bodies they rolled around a few times searching for the most pleasant friction. They changed positions and angles a few more times seeking the most enjoyable union until ecstasy ruled the rest of their actions once more for tonight and their little soft words of sweetness changed into nondescript sounds of approval, wantonness and sexual joy.

Lying diagonally on the bed Barbara rocked and rolled her longing loins and the rest of her excited body up against him, meeting the deeper and deeper digging thrusts of Tommy's strong manhood until it sent them both into rapture without any thoughts at all. They did not think nor talk about enjoying this, they just enjoyed it. In the end their bodies pushed and pulled, thrusted and bucked, moaned, groaned and cried in a sweaty whirl of sexual delirium until they joined an almost perfectly simultaneous orgasm.

Through a blurred starry mind Barbara had felt it coming quickly. Heat, tremor and soft convulsions had crept through her nerves to her centre with him still growing and hardening inside and when this wonderful feeling spread across all over her body again in a final rhythmically cramping convulsion, voiced through a guttural moan that left her lungs after repeating his name and other incoherent delighted curses multiple times with every deeper meeting, Tommy had finally given up his efforts to hold it back, to fight against the warmth of her tightening around him, and so he had thrusted one, two, or three more times deep into her, one hand on the mattress next to her body, the other on her left bottom cheek pulling their lower bodies flush together, his forehead on her left shoulder, feeling her fingernails on his back and her hot breath on his neck while she arched into him, finally letting go of the wave of pleasure that soaked into her, growling out his pleasure in a deeply toned, sustained "Yaaaaaaah!"

After regaining some breath and when both laid next to each other again, the inevitable awkward cleaning was done quickly and only half-heartedly, with totally spent bodies, they just exchanged a few lazy kisses before both fell asleep in each other's arms. Barbara only faintly remembered Tommy whispering "You are wonderful." into her ear before exhaustion took over.

She did not hear him whispering "And you are wonderfully noisy!" before he too drifted into sleep.

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