Author's notes: Hello! Quite some time has gone by since I last updated this. I spent it with my real life and with writing so now the story is almost finished, only a few parts still need a polish. I'm off for a long weekend now but the next chapters definitely will be published without so much time inbetween. Enjoy it!

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What's the most delicious thing after such a night? I mean apart from breakfast... Right! A shower. :-D

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Old Man

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Barbara and Tommy woke up late on that Tuesday morning. It had been a quite eventful and really strenuous night so the sun already was high when Barbara opened her eyes. With Tommy still sleeping she went to the bathroom and stepped under the shower to wash away the night. The soft bruise on her wrist could not be washed away. Barbara slightly blushed. When he had taken them off and where they were now was a mystery that she did not know if she would really want to find out but she grinned at the idea to repeat something like they did this night sometime in the future. She had a metal-framed bed in her own bedroom where she could tie him properly.

The sounds of the rushing water from the shower woke Tommy too. Though he already missed her hand tied to his he was glad that he had woken somewhere in the middle of the night and had freed them from his handcuffs so now the bruises at his wrist were only faintly whispering of what Barbara had done with him this night. The keys were in the same bedside cabinet where the handcuffs were securely hidden now. What Barbara had not known, he actually never had used them for what she had accused him of, for what they had done tonight. But one day he would tell her the story how they had landed in his bathrobe. He chuckled at the memory and planned that one day he would tie her properly and give back some of the pleasures she had given him tonight. After a bit of stretching Tommy followed Barbara into the bathroom.

For a while he simply watched her through the glass of the anti-splash screen, how she savoured the hot water pouring over her body. She was rinsing her hair and it looked as if she was enjoying herself. Finally Tommy could not stand watching her hands moving across her skin anymore, his eyes had followed her gliding hands across her legs, her arms, her belly and it made him wanting to touch her so he stepped into the bathtub and joined Barbara under the shower.

She did not jump because she already had noticed him coming into the bathroom. When she had become aware that he did not step straight under the shower she had started to make an innocent show. Usually she showered quick and effective but now, knowing that he was watching her and with the boldness she had discovered through him she also almost had touched herself intimately after she had rinsed her hair and so her body was flushed red by her own thoughts when he joined in after some time.

Tommy's body instantly was pressed against hers and she could feel his arousal pressing into her belly.

"Good morning, you two!" she smiled at him and put her arms around his waist. Her hands still were soapily squidgy and glided easily to his back.

" 'morn' " he uttered before he crashed his lips onto hers and pushed her body against the tiles of the wall. After a few minutes of desperate kissing they parted heavily panting.

"I thought I'd join you under the shower." Tommy groaned pressing his best part into her hip. "Good idea!" he grunted. Barbara almost told him what he should do right now but she was hungry and a small part inside her head told her that they were too old for that, that they should not behave like that. In the shower! She moaned and tried to scrape up some sense. Her body obviously had something else in mind.

"Mmmh. What a pity." Barbara managed to sound a bit impish though she was in fact already aroused to the core. With all her willpower she got herself free from his hands and arms and body and stepped away, smilingly informing him that she had just finished her shower and would go downstairs to prepare breakfast because she really needed something to eat or otherwise she would pass out into a hypoglycaemic coma. He howled.

And when she was toweling herself Tommy pouted and looked at her in a mixture of very adult, male desire and fawn-like cuteness. Barbara almost stepped back under the shower. Her stomach rumbling held her back.

They had not had the time to carry their bags upstairs so except for her pyjama bottoms and the T-shirt there were no clothes Barbara could have put on. She only wrapped herself in that soft bathrobe again and went downstairs in her woollen socks to prepare breakfast. It should be of course a full English because she was starving and after all they had bought the stuff.

The bacon already was fried and two halves of tomatoes were sizzling in the pan when Tommy came down with only a towel around his hips. He had showered extensively and afterwards had shaved his face. Now he came close behind her and rubbed his smooth cheek against her neck.

"It smells good" he whispered into her nape and she was not sure if he meant her hair where his nose was buried or the breakfast. He had not eaten much tonight too.

"You smell quite nice either." Barbara answered and turned the tomatoes. His aftershave, now freshly put on and intensively caressing her nose, always had been something that had made her confused. More confused she became when he made another step forward and now pressed her against the border of the cooker. "Mmmh." she involuntarily approved when she felt his arousal in her back. Oh, nonono! We should eat first! I have to pull myself together! I've managed to escape the shower, it should be easy here. Of course her mental restrictions could not prevent her from starting to feel woozy in her abdomen.

"It's a small kitchen, isn't it?" he smiled into her hair.

While Tommy collected the plates and put them on the counter he grinned. Then he turned back to her and brushed himself close against her back. Barbara automatically straightened it into him. He angled for some tea cups and coming past her on his way back to the counter he bumped into her again.

"Sorry, there's too less space here."

Barbara chuckled when she put the mushrooms into the pan. The bump had cause a shiver on her skin and her hand shook.

Tommy poured hot water over the tea bags in the pot and hummed some melody while he put it onto its warmer. He was happy and felt full of joy bustling around here in the kitchen with Barbara. The frivolities he blessed her with during this normal domesticity only added to his desire. A broad smile was plastered in his face and the bulge under the towel could not be denied.

The mushrooms were almost ready when Barbara added the sausages into the pan. Bringing the kettle back to its place Tommy rubbed himself against her back again with a bit more force. Barbara sucked in some air.

"Oh, excuse me, can I pass, please? It's so narrow between the cooker and the counter." He placed a kiss at her neck.

"Tommy!" Barbara laughed despite the tickling feeling in her belly. "Stop being ridiculous."

"I'm not! I'm absolutely not!" he whispered and already was behind her again. His hands came around her chest and stopped over her breasts. Only the bathrobe was between them and she could feel how very not ridiculous Tommy was. Barbara slightly turned her head and reached his lips with hers. Immediately his tongue slipped into her mouth and they exchanged a heated kiss that made her press herself back against him until they almost melted into each other. One of his hands slid under the bathrobe and played with her nipple, the other stroked across the terrycloth and down to her belly to stop there.

The sausages started to turn dark while they kissed. The anticipation in her belly started to turn into arousal.

"I should have taken matters in my own hand when I was under the shower without you, shouldn't I?" Tommy whispered low and chuckled seductively. "So we can have breakfast now without that oh so disturbing arousal."

"Absolutely yes." Barbara breathed. "I'm starvin'..."

"So am I!" He made absolutely no attempt to stop that arousal from growing. He still kissed her neck with gently gnawing teeth and fondly caressed her breast.

"Tommy, I'm going to have something to eat now, like I tol-Ooooh! Goood!"

Tommy had quickly reached under the bathrobe from behind and grabbed her inner thigh straightly stroking her nub with his thumb. The gripping pliers made a loud noise when Barbara banged her hands onto the worktop with that thing still in her right one. She straightened her back into his chest and felt his grin on her nape.

"That feels good!" he growled.

"Oh, yes!" she involuntarily answered equally growling only to correct that in the next moment. "No! I need to..." She wound herself from his arms and hurried around the kitchen counter into some probably safer area.

"I need, too!" he chuckled going after her.

"...to eat!" she emphasised while she put the cutlery next to the plates. When she went around the counter again he still followed her. Barbara put the sausages on a plate and turned down the cooker for the eggs but she could not get them from the fridge because Tommy pushed the door closed after he had turned off the cooker.

"I want to eat you." he stated and Barbara stared into his dark eyes. His voice had turned raspy.

Feeling the wetness and the desire that Tommy's playful foolery had caused Barbara shook her head in disbelief and turned without a word. She would not want to end up on the kitchen floor and she knew that they were not going to have breakfast now. When Tommy realised she was going to the stairs he followed, their speed increasing until he almost chased her up the stairs, both laughing ridiculously happy. The towel around his waist fell somewhere between the middle and the top landing, the belt of her bathrobe was opened right before he pushed her onto the bed without letting her turn first. She landed on her knees and hands. Straight after her landing she could feel the mattress between her knees dent under his weight too. His knee nudged her legs apart and she already could feel his hardness pressed against her bottom but then he paused.

Suddenly Tommy had realised what exactly they were up to and he absolutely did not want to do it like this without her consent. His hands already had grabbed the sides of her bottom cheeks through the cloth of the bathrobe when he stopped. Barbara felt the hesitation and heard him also stop breathing.

"Yes!" she firmly answered his unspoken question and that was all he had needed to hear so he rucked the bathrobe up to her waist and quickly entered her from behind without any further ado. He was rewarded with another even more affirmative "Yes!" from Barbara.

Straight forward and somewhat roughly but nonetheless wonderfully gentle Tommy rocked them back and forth and glided in and out with gently heavy thrusts, gripping her hips and guiding her against him. He led her through his rhythm, fiercely played with her sensitive nub and brought them to a quick and powerful release together. After all their foreplay already had started under the shower and had continued in the kitchen.

"Barbara Havers!" he playfully reprimanded her later when they laid between the sheets, wildly disordered by Barbara's gripping fists and their heavy movements, both now sweating and panting. "You're quite experienced in those matters, aren't you? Teasing me under the shower, grinding your back into my groin at the kitchen worktop until I couldn't resist you anymore... You knew exactly what you were doing. And that striptease tonight... and the handcuffs. Especially the handcuffs... And don't forget your seduction at the backrest of the sofa! You're really-"

"Bollocks. Actually I'm not... I'm just doin'... what I feel..." She still panted between her words. "...and this felt entirely... wonderful!"

"Maybe I just brought out the best in you? Some hidden talents?" Tommy cheekily grinned.

"Stop it, Tommy!" A few breaths later she added "And just for the record, Sir: You've started that ... whatever at the backrest and you've ground your..." her voice trailed off. She suddenly remembered something from the previous night and she closed her eyes embarrassed. "Oh, my god, did I actually say magic wand?!"

Tommy chuckled, turning himself to face her. "Abracadabra..." he whispered.

"Oh, gosh, please! Forget that!" Barbara did not dare to open her eyes.

"Never. It's sooo sweet." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and got up from the bed. "You stay here a little while longer, little witch, and I'll collect some clothes downstairs. If you'd wear that bathrobe throughout breakfast I'd be distracted all the time. And that would be too much for these feeble bones of mine. I'm an old man, I can't-"

"Tommy!" she stopped him. "Go get our clothes."

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