Haha I uploaded a day early cause i'm cool :D Anyhoo, here is chapter 10 ! Personally, i'm still waiting eagerly for chapter 15-18 because they very dramatic and for chapter 24/25 because we get to see Don and his friends again (i know because i've wrote them already :) )

This chapter is rated M for a reason Oo sough Sex cough

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Café et fraises

Chapter Ten

Swill's reason

'You turned her down?' said Dave incredulously, as he sipped his pint. Swill nodded, looking at the man with a pained expression. 'But why? You've been following 'er around like a puppy in need of a home since she's been 'ere!'

'I… guess… fuckin' 'ell, it was the first word that came out my mouth.' He complained. 'I didn't want to get 'urt or anything, so I said no. I didn't want 'er to find someone better and just drop me, so I saved myself the heartache.' He looked at Dave. 'I did the right thing, didn't I?' Dave frowned, sipping his beer again before shrugging.

'It's up to you whether you did the right thing or not.' Swill gave a small groan and sat back with his hands over his face.

Two hours earlier

'Sorry, what?' frowned Libby, eyes widening ever so slightly, her bottom lip trembling.

'I can't do this, Libs, I'm sorry.'

'But, I thought you liked me?' she asked, sniffing back the tears, her chin jutting out ever so slightly.

'I do! It's just-'

'You prefer blondes, don't you,' she said, shaking her head. 'What's so great about blondes?!'

'Blondes? No, Libby please-'

'You'd be happier with that Sadie in the club than with some girl like me.'

'Libby, you've totally got the wrong end of the stick 'ere. I don't want to get 'urt!'

'Hurt? Hurt?!' she protested. 'How the hell can I hurt you?'

'It's just, you are one of them, high standards and all that-'

'One of them?!' she screeched. Swill knew he was making a complete mess of this. She gave him a weak punch in the chest, but she was so mad she didn't care. 'Just one of them girls you can toss aside once you've gotten into their knickers, huh? Well I don't want you anyway!' she shouted, turning on her heel and storming out the house, slamming the door shut behind her. Swill stood there in the ringing silence, feeling annoyed and sad at the same time. Why had he rejected her in the first place? Everything was so fucked up now.

Present

Swill looked up as the door of the Abbey was swung open, and Libby came in, hand in hand with the guy from the club.

'Guys, excluding Swill, meet Don,' she announced when she stopped in front of the table. He still looked the same; white blonde hair, pale blue eyes. His jaw was lined with stubble, on which Libby placed a soft kiss. The two sat down, Lucy noticing Swill look away with his jaw clenched. Bovver placed his hand on hers and she looked up with a small smile, before brushing her lips against his, unable to stop herself. Pete said nothing, but got to his feet.

'My round,' he said, fishing his money out his pocket. He took their orders, leaving the table as Libby kissed the spot below Don's ear.

One and a half hours earlier

'Don!' Libby practically screeched down the phone. 'I need your help!'

'Kate- I mean, Libby? What's wrong? Are you crying?'

'No,' she sniffed. 'Are you busy?'

'Not really,' he replied, wedging the phone between his ear and his shoulder while opening a can of hot dogs.

'Do you want to do me a huge favour that will make me love you forever?' Don gave a small laugh.

'Just because you asked nicely. What is it?'

'Can you meet me at mine in an hour?'

'Sure,' he replied, writing down her address as she said it, before she explained exactly why she needed him. 'Oh and something else,' she said before they hung up.

'Go on.'

'Swill might get a little… violent.'

'I can handle myself, doll. Don't worry.'

'I owe you.'

Present

Swill glanced up, noticing Libs hand creep under the table, and Don shifted, a smile on his lips as he murmured something in her ear. Dave cleared his throat.

'So, Libby, where'd you meet Don?' he asked, noticing what they were doing as well. Libby pulled away slightly, a smile on her lips.

'At a club a couple of days back,' she replied, before going back to attacking his lips with hers, her hand still under the table. Swill stared hard, jealously boiling inside him. Before he could stop himself, Swill launched himself across the table, both him and Don hitting the floor with a crash.

'Hey!' shouted Libby, as Lucy pulled her safely out the way. Swill punched the stupid cunt in the face, as Don tried to push him off. 'Swill! Stop it!' shouted Libby. 'Swill!' The man looked up, climbing off Don. He snagged Libby's wrist, yanking her towards the door which led to Terry's flat; no one stopped them. 'Get your hands off of me!' she snapped as he dragged her up the stairs. 'Let me go!' Swill pushed her into the living room, slamming the door shut and glaring at her.

'What the fuck are you playing at?'

'I can do what I want!' she replied.

'Just 'case I said no to you doesn't mean you 'ave to act like a total slut in front of me! I know what you're playing at!'

'Do you know how much courage it took me to go around there and even try with you?' she asked, cheeks red from the shouting. 'I was scared that you would turn me away. I thought you liked me, but I was wrong.' She shook her head. 'I hate you.'

'You don't,' he replied, stepping forward. She grabbed a lamp off the table and held it up.

'Get back. I'll hurt you,' she warned. 'Go back to Sadie and leave me and Don alone!'

'For Christ sakes, Libby! She was married with four children!' Swill shook his head, eyes widening when she chucked the lamp at him. It smashed at his feet.

'I said go away!' Swill shook his head.

'Fucking 'ell, I didn't mean to say no!'

'But you did! I never want to see you again!'

'Libby…'

'Don't you understand me? I don't ever want you to touch me ag-' Swill slammed her into the wall and she pressed her lips hard against his. Swill's tongue explored her mouth, a low moan escaping her lips as he pressed his hips against hers.

Libby shifted her own hips as Swill lifted her up. She hugged his waist with her legs, as he tugged on the flimsy material of her skirt. He bunched it around her waist, as her hand slipped between them, fumbling with the button of his jeans and the zipper.

'Libs…' he mumbled, pressing his lips against hers again. She undid the buttons of her shirt, pulling it apart. Swill placed a kiss on her chest, his fingers pulling away her underwear, before he sank into her with a relieved moan.

Libby went still, adjusting to the feel of him before rolling her hips, mumbling his name. Swill pushed into her again, as her hands tugged through his hair, his eyes never leaving her face, in case he was imagining this. There was always a chance that when she had thrown the lamp, it had indeed knocked him out and he was just dreaming. Swill bit down on the exposed bit of her shoulders, before pulling away from the wall and sinking to the floor.

Libby continued to move above him, lips trailing down his neck, nails digging into the skin of his back. She lay back, and he steadied himself above her, the sex fast and desperate. Swill sucked on her skin, teeth grazing her breasts and neck as Libby moaned, thrusting herself onto him.

They didn't know how long they were, or how they ended up on the sofa, but they were when Swill came hard, a low moan coming from Libby as she pressed herself against him. Swill gasped, sinking against her, lips placing small kissing on her shoulder and neck.

They moved so Swill was underneath, Libby draped over him, eyes shut, worn out.

'You don't hate me, do you?' asked Swill, breathlessly.

'That's not fair. You can't ask me just after you given me that,' she said with a small laugh. Swill smiled, throwing his coat over them, and playing with a strand of her hair. 'But no,' she said after a moment. 'No, I don't.'

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