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Intense

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Stupidly happy and horribly nervous I first want to show him what I've painted at the other shed wall. He holds me back and I turn only to see the most loving face I've ever seen. His smile makes me even more nervous, if not slightly anxious. Then I realise I've called him by his given name.

Tommy.

As if I've always called him so. And it easily just slipped from my tongue. Now I don't even dare to really look at him.

But to my not so secret delight the inevitable happens. He comes closer and through the sound of my blood rushing through my head I hear him saying in strangely laborious words that he's here to continue the kiss we've started yesterday. I can tell he's a bit nervous too. Is this the man whom I thought to be the professional womanizer? I obviously did him wrong although a little bit of nervousness suits him. He's cute. Sexy. Inwardly I groan. He actually is a womaniser. I get weak. As if I was strong before...

Anyway we're both smiling. We're approaching each other but we still hesitate. We breathe into each other's face without exactly touching. This is pleasantly thrilling.

I lick my lips in anticipation and since we're so close I accidentally lick his too. In shock I withdraw from him. For a moment we stare at each other. I see his face turning serious, his eyes telling me that he appreciates this touch. I don't need to see anything more so I close my eyes. Oh, man, kiss me! Now! Involuntarily I pull at his waist and our lips softly but too briefly meet.

I'm a coward! Fear of doing it wrong makes me get back but I desperately want him to follow. He does and keeps me from retreating more with his fingers' magical touch on my neck. A sizzling wave of goosepimples floats across my side. My mind refuses to think.

We gently kiss.

His lips are softer than I ever have imagined. His kiss is more tender than I've ever dreamed of. Tommy's touch on my mouth is more gentle than I've ever been touched before. In my imagination I may have thought that we'd kiss passionately and heavy but this was soft and tender. Only slowly our lips start to nudge their counterparts. I feel like I'm in heaven. A fluffy cloud of candyfloss builds in my stomach and overflows my body with a comfortable sweet numbness. I think I moan.

The kiss lasts for aeons before I need to breathe. Hoping that this moment will never ever stop my eyes stay closed. His breath mingles with mine before we exchange a few feathery kisses. Automatically my arms move around him like his encircle me. I want more. I need more. Uncertain of how to go on, of how to make him understand that I want this to last longer I just let my lips linger on his and he comprehends.

I am more than ready for my mouth to open. Tommy only needs to apply a small directing pressure and I let him taste the inner wet parts of my lips. For the umpteenth time a lightly breathed involuntary moan escapes my lungs. I can't help it and only hope I don't appear too needy. But who am I kidding? Tommy's lips don't feel like he's trying to hide his own desire.

When his tongue finally enters my mouth it's more than exciting. And he knows how to do it. He knows how he makes me cling to him. He knows how he could turn my knees into jelly and my stomach into a center of excited warmth. Tommy takes his time. For a short while I let him explore and only answer slightly but the feeling that is sparkling in my belly eventually turns into a roaring fire. I push his tongue backwards with mine. A quiet growl accompanies its way into his mouth. Our tongues twist and gently wrestle and breathing becomes extremely hard. Our noses brush and feeling his hands on my behind I finally can't keep myself from pressing my pelvis into his crotch.

Oh, good gracious, his desire is obvious. Mmmmh! I'm not unpleased at all. Like he clearly wants me I definitely want him now, so without any shame I grind myself against the promising bulge and earn an approving moan from Tommy. Is this really me that causes such a reaction, this man's reaction? For a brief second I wonder why on earth this wonderful man wants me of all women. How could it be that this formerly unreachable man is sharing the most wonderful first kiss with me. And I deeply wonder why on earth I've not tried before. This really feels like heaven, so soft, so placid, yet strong and desireful. So tender, yet passionate. He feels so good that I definitely want more. Tommy feels so good that I definitely never want this to end.

I think it is a beeping mobile phone that disturbs us again. I think it has rung a few times before Tommy has heard it. I think it even has rung a couple of times more before I have heard it too. We grin a nervous smile after we've ended that first exploring encounter. I'm a total plushy mess by now. I'm melted against him and need his supporting arms or I'd probably swoon. If this was just a kiss how completely liquefied I'd be when he was making love with me?

Suddenly I feel watched by all my companions around here so I try to hide my blushing, foolishly grinning face in his chest. His strong arm keeps holding me against it anyway while he's talking with his new Constable.

He has to go again, I know our fate, I know our job. Anyway he gives me another kiss and another smile. Tenderly I caress his face. Has this really happened? Did we just share a kiss? Such a kiss?! Was his Lordship DI Lynley really snogging with his little sidekick Sergeant Havers? I deeply sigh. This obviously is real. As real as his bloody case is. I know he has to go.

Tommy stays where he is and we share another brief kiss. He doesn't really want to go but he could come back later, when we have the BBQ at this site. Another kiss seals the deal that he will drop by in the evening and pick me up. My face is burning red now because all I could think of is the softly swaying motion of him against me. Our lips approach each other again.

"You have to go." I whisper.

"Why?" a tiny boyish voice asks. I jerk and open my eyes. Danny sits on the other wooden deckchair and watches me. Behind him Jenna is just sitting up from her blanket where she has made a pause from all the work. A nasty smirk is plastered on her face.

"Would you rather be alone, Barb?" she fake-innocently asks with not just a hint of insinuation. Now the young one is even more interested.

"Why would you?" Danny asks again.

"I guess she was dreaming and would like to continue." Oh, hell, Jenna is so right. A flash of memory strikes through my head. When Tommy and I have said good bye earlier we have let the good bye kiss slightly get out of hand. My lips were swollen for a couple of minutes after he finally has left and I still feel the ghostly imagination of his lips' pressure on mine. He had pulled me into his chest and against his groin and I was not at all objecting but instead I've kept pulling at him with my hands in his nape and at his hip and wherever else I could grab a part of him. If we had been alone we definitely would have ignored his summons to work. Right there in front of the shed door we'd have- "See?" Jenna fortunately disturbed my thoughts. "Look how she grins. And blushes. I'm exactly right."

"Oh, shut up, Jenna!" Although I'm really deeply blushing I couldn't help but join her grinning. She knows me too well.

"Yeah, shut up, Mum!" Danny grins too.

"You both watch your language!" Jenna chides us. "Danny, what have I told you?"

"Yes, Mum. Sorry."

"Now be a good boy and get some lemonade for us all, will you?"

While Danny dashes into the house I lean back into the pillow on my deckchair and close my eyes against the late afternoon sun. After this little exchange of words my cheeks are slightly warmed up. This daydream actually has been too real, the memory of our intense kiss still is too vivid, the desire to have him in my arms again is too strong and I really could do with a cold drink now. Unintentionally I sigh. I don't hear a noise from Jenna. I know she's stopped breathing, probably holds back a laugh and is watching me closely.

"Stop grinning, Jenna!" It makes her burst out in a loud fit of laughter. Just what I've thought.

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