There are adult themes in this chapter so be warned!

Chapter Ten

She woke to the feel of soft kisses on her neck and his nose rubbing gently across her shoulder. Smiling to herself she stirred but didn't open her eyes. She knew he was trying to get her attention, to wake her from her slumber. She could feel how awake he was when he wrapped his leg around her hip and gently nipped her shoulder with his teeth.

"Inspector Smith," she feigned shock "I think you are trying to take advantage of me in my slumbering state,"

"Damn straight I am," he grinned pulling her gently out her back. He captured her lips passionately before moving on top of her. She laughed against his mouth "Don't you have a job to go to Inspector?"

He groaned in frustration "Don't remind me," he trailed his hand down her naked body stopping at the place that made her gasp "I'm sure you could help me think of an excuse to why I'm late. You've used many before," His hand began to work the same magic as it had the night before and she arched herself up to meet him.

"Oh god," she gasped.

"It's a shame I can't stay," he said sadly. He moved his lips to her ear "I'm getting turned on at the thought of making you scream,"

He had always known how to touch her but now he was using his knowledge to sweetly torture her. "Smithy," her voice was quickening and she could feel herself losing control, building closer and closer and then…. Nothing!

She felt herself lose contact with him as he moved from the bed. "Smithy," she pouted, "That's not fair,"

He grinned before kissing her lips "Laters sexy," He grabbed his trousers and shirt and headed towards the door.

"Dale Smith you are such a tease," she grinned. He winked at her flashed a cheeky smile before heading out the door. Lying there in a state of frustration she pondered her next move. Grinning to herself she reached for her phone.

To: Smithy

You Inspector Smith are in big trouble leaving me hanging like that. Now I'm going to have to sort myself out. Shame you won't be here to watch! Enjoy work and try not to picture it too much xx

Pressing send she lay back down waiting for her phone top beep in response to her cheeky text. But it didn't, sighing she decided it was time to get up. Dragging herself from the bed and heading towards the door she was surprised when it flung open.

"I thought you were heading to work?" she grinned.

He flashed the phone in his hand at her "And you call me a tease DS Moss," He moved towards her leading her back towards the bed. She pulled at his half buttoned up shirt freeing him from it, exposing his well-toned chest and torso. She noticed quickly that when he received her text he had been in the process of getting dressed and she failed to stifle a laugh "Your missing your trousers,"

He grabbed hold of her hand and placed them into his boxers "I think I need to be missing my boxers too,"

Taking great pleasure in watching him squirm she gently began to move her hand up and down him, running her finger tips over him, watching his face fill with pleasure. When it became all too much he pulled her hand away and pushed her back down onto the bed. Covering her body with his he began his sweet torture of her. A torture that would most certainly make him late for work.

After Smithy had finally left for work she decided not to send Dale to playschool; instead she had a big day planned for them. Driving down to Plymouth she had decided to take Dale down to the barbican. Walking around the harbour Dale watched the boats with fascination. Finding a bench looking out at the sound they ate fish and chips from the paper. They hadn't really spent any quality time together in so long and Stevie was determined to make the day special. They headed into the Aquarium afterwards and Dale informed Stevie that when he grew up he wanted to be a marine biologist. She had to explain what one was as he actually said 'I want to look after the fishes and sharks when I grow up mommy,'

They headed back into town and stopped off at Drake Circus to grab a little something for Smithy. Stevie had told Dale that it was a surprise for Smithy and that they had to keep it quiet until Christmas.

She didn't know what was going to happen at Christmas, she was planning on asking him to stay with her but that all depended on whether or not he was going to still be down here. He had previously told her that provisionally he had only expected to be here a month at the most. That was nearly three weeks ago!

The thought of him leaving made her feel sick to her stomach. In fact she was going to be! Pulling the car over she barely got the door open before she was violently ill. "You ok mommy?' Dale asked concerned.

"Uh huh," she mouthed. Feeling a little shaky she closed the door again. She had been feeling ill on and off for days now but being that ill was the last thing she expected. Or needed in fact!

They headed back off on their journey. Exeter was less than half an hour away now and Stevie pulled into the approaching supermarket. Strolling around the aisles with Dale in tow she began to put the weeks shopping into the trolley. Passing the toiletries aisle Stevie stopped dead. Her mind began to do the mathematics; the cogs in her head were working out the dates. Looking at the tampons she realised that it had been six weeks since her last period.

She couldn't be pregnant! It wasn't possible! "Mommy," Dale pulled her from her thoughts.

"What baby?"

"We going home yet?" She knew he was getting bored.

"Just got to get one more thing baby," she pushed the trolley towards the till; she wanted to get home quickly so she could to get dinner on.

The day had gone extremely slowly for Smithy, after the alarm call he had received from Stevie this morning all he could think about throughout the day was getting her naked again as soon as possible. He rang the doorbell and waited until Dale let him into the house "Hey mate," he grinned, "Thought mommy told you not to go answering the door,"

"Mommy's crying," Dale informed him sadly.

Smithy looked alarmed "Where is she mate?"

Dale pointed to the stairs and Smithy hastily headed up them two by two. Reaching the top he could hear the faint sobs of the woman he loved. Opening the door in anticipation he found her sitting on the floor next to the bath, tears rolling quickly down her cheeks. He was at her side instantly, concern etched across his face. "Baby what is it?"

She moved onto her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. He held her tightly, stroking her long hair gently "Whatever it is, we can sort it. Just tell me what's the matter,"

She pulled away from him so their eyes met. She moved over and sat on the closed toilet seat. Pulling himself up onto the edge of the bath they sat facing each other and he waited for her to speak.

"Stevie," he sighed "Christmas is in just over three weeks, any chance you'll answer me before then?" He smiled at her fondly.

"I'm just being silly," she whispered looking down at the floor.

"It can't be that silly," he answered resting his hand on her knee "You were sitting on the bathroom floor crying,"

"You'll be leaving soon won't you?" It was a rhetorical question.

He looked at her sadly "Yeah," he sighed, "The case is pretty much wrapped up. I'll be heading home at the end of the week,"

Fresh tears formed in her eyes and he caught on "Is this what this is all about?"

She nodded "You'll go home and life will start all over again," she answered glumly.

"Yeah I will," he smiled brightly at her before leaning forward "I was kinda hoping that you'd be part of it,"

She looked up at him "What?"

"Ok so I wasn't going to do this here in the bathroom," he grinned "But I was going to ask if we could sit down and look at how we make this work,"

She looked at him slightly confused to he elaborated further.

"Stevie I want us to be together," he took her hands in his "I was kind of hoping that you might consider coming home,"

"Sunhill?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah," he smiled "Look I know it's a big ask, to leave your home and job behind but you said you weren't happy here anymore and we could try again,"

"I don't know Smithy," she began standing up and moving over to the sink. Turning back to face him she lent backwards against it "Dale's settled here, it's all he knows,"

"Yeah right now it is," he moved over to her "But after a couple of months he'll know London. Think of the support system we'll have there. Both of our families are there. If you asked Jack for a transfer back he'd snap your hand off,"

She rolled her eyes "I very much doubt that,"

"Stevie everyone wants you home," he assured her "Not just me," He placed his hand on her face affectionately "Just think about it please,"

She nodded "Just give us a minute and I'll be down, I just want to wash my face,"

"Ok honey," He placed the sweetest of kisses on her lips before leaving her alone. Once alone she looked up at the mirror in front of her. Her eyes were red raw and her face was blotchy.

Could she do this?

Could her and Smithy really work?

Could she move back to London?

She pulled the small stick from her pocket and eyed it once again. Firstly she had to figure out the best way to tell Smithy that once again she was going to make him a father.

Authors note: Sorry it's taken soooo long for me to update but with Christmas things have been a bit manic. I know this chapter's a bit short but for some reason I've struggled with this chapter.