Author's notes: Another partly M-rated part... ;-)

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Lazy Evening

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While their kiss deepened his hand slid under her jumper and her T-shirt until he reached her bare skin. Barbara had shifted her body and somehow laid in his arms and on his legs, one hand buried in his hair and the other hand tugging at his polo-neck sweater. One by one they peeled each other out of their clothes and shifted and skidded and rolled around until they laid absolutely naked between the cushions and the blanket on the thick and soft carpet in front of the fire.

Almost without any spoken words they caressed each other and explored every square inch of the other one's skin and body, every little curve, every dip and every mound. Every freckle, every spot, every scar was traced. Every hidden area was nuzzled and kissed. All tendons, all muscles and all prominent bones were examined with eyes, lips, fingertips, palms and tongues.

Without letting Barbara off his arms Tommy put more logs onto the fire twice before he gave in to their mutual desire to be joint, a desire built up extensively slow and lazy. He had been eager since Barbara first had pulled at the waistband of his jeans and had been ready since she had gotten him out of his underwear. He was sure she had not lost any of her wetness since he first had kissed her pink nub with his nose sliding through her centre so now he sluggishly but purposefully slid his length into the waiting heat. Barbara opened her eyes and let a deep moan escape her lungs.

They stilled their movements for some seconds and watched each other's faces in the flickering light of the fire. Barbara laid under him and had bent her knees, opening her legs for Tommy who laid between them, his arms supporting his weight on his flat hands next to her chest. Her own hands were placed flat against his chest, her thumbs playing with his nipples. Slowly Tommy started to roll his hip against hers and ground himself deep into her lap. She closed her eyes and sighed. Slightly arching into him her hands searched a grip at his upper arms and she started to meet his rolling groin with upwards pushing movements of her own.

They changed positions more than once before her inner muscles weren't constricting by her will anymore but involuntarily and rhythmically. It ended with her under him again. She snaked her legs around his and pulled herself up to him.

"Deeper, Tommy!" she groaned because she could not stand that slow rhythm any longer. "And for all gods' sake - faster now!"

"Barbara!" Tommy panted, not knowing if he should chuckle or moan, but finally pounding into her and sending them both on a much higher level than before. Together they rowed up to the peak of their wave of desire where the slowly increasing beat culminated in a shared moan of pleasure into each other's open mouth, panting hot onto each other's face, wet lips burning ghosts of open mouthed kisses against wet lips.

As endless as their prelude had been, as endless their release seemed to be. Since her walls still clenched around his length he shuddered into her a second and a third time, eliciting more sweet moans from her.

Pearls of sweat glistened on their skin in the dim light of the smouldering remnants of the fire while Tommy and Barbara enjoyed the aftermath of their lovemaking. They kept their connection for a while even after Tommy had collapsed on top of her, crushing her under his weight. She had stilled him there and stopped him from rolling off because she had wanted to be buried under him, to feel him on top of her, to feel him calming down inside her, to feel his heart pounding in his chest above hers. After a while and still partly connected Tommy rolled them over so he was finally under Barbara's weight. Smiling and sighing she laid her head onto his chest. She shifted and freed him from her cave, having his spilled fluid running warm between her legs. His arms encircled her whole body and squeezed her when he felt the warmth running over his groin.

"We should clean this up before the most honourable Miss Tyler from the Christian Neighbourly Help gets a heart attack finding it when she comes next time to put the cottage in order." Tommy ended the silence after some more contented moments. "Besides I'm starting to feel cold without a fire and also could have some of that pizza now."

Fortunately their tender jumbling had brought the blanket under their bodies somehow so all the cleaning up was done with putting it into the washing mashine. They collected their clothes and Tommy put on his pyjama bottoms while the frozen pizza baked in the oven. Barbara, clad in nothing but her T-shirt because she had gone straight into the bathroom, prepared a hot bath. They both needed to relax their so pleasantly tortured bodies.

"Look what I've found in the fridge." Tommy said waving a bottle of Veuve Cliquot when he came back into the bathroom. Then he read the note saying

some leftover from your party
enjoy it in the tub! *twinkle*
love - Judith

"What a wonderful idea we women sometimes have." Barbara laughed while she put some of that salt into the steaming water. "Halcyon Hiatus..." she mumbled. "With sodium chloride, poppy seed oil, cannabis sativa seed oil,-"

Tommy looked across her shoulder. "Are we allowed to indulge in this? I mean, as police officers?"

"We can refer to the fact that they sell it at Tesco's!" Barbara grinned and took off her shirt while Tommy put a chair next to the tub with the bottle, a glass and her new Ladyship mug on it. His perky hand already caressed the round of her naked bum when his nose was alerted by the smell coming from the kitchen.

"Ah, not again..." he cried. They should not repeat their previous evening's mistake so he ran downstairs, saved the pizza, cut it in pieces and brought it upstairs. On his way he heard a loud PLOP. Barbara already had opened the bottle. Totally naked she pushed a glass of champagne into his hand.

"Get off your clothes, Sir. You're a bit overdressed!" she grinned. "You go in first!"

Barbara sat between his legs and leaned back into Tommy's chest while they ate their pizza and sipped at the champagne. Sated (in many ways) and tired (because of different reasons) they let some more hot water run into the tub and stayed a little while longer. She lazily stroked his knees and thighs and his hands softly massaged her shoulders. She fought hard to keep her eyes open.

"Ooooh, this's soooo wonderful..." she murmured and angled for a kiss. "Isn't it funny how much we talked today? And about what sort of topics."

"Why funny?" his deep voice asked behind her ear. "I think it was rather... what you said: wonderful."

"Yes, but... I mean, we've talked about things a new couple normally doesn't talk about. Not three days after their first kiss." She aspirated a soundless laugh.

"Yes, but it's not that our... relationship is only three days old, don't you think?" His chin rested on her shoulder and he kissed her ear. "It's just that we had needed a bit more time to... well, to see clear what is between us."

"Probably you're right." Closing her eyes with a deep sigh Barbara relaxed back deeper into his chest. "And still... it's still a bit... frightening to talk about all that so soon..."

"So, you think there's a fixed chronology for things to be discussed?" Independent from their conversation Tommy suggestively moved his crotch against her bottom. His hands slid to her front and fondled her breasts.

"Don't do that, Tommy." Barbara laughed and shoved away his hands. "You're diverting!"

They shared a water-splashing kiss and laughter before Barbara went on. "Of course there's no real fixed chronology but there should be other things cleared out first."

"Like what?" he asked. Like you saying yes?!

"Well, like how we act when we return to the office. What we say, what we do not say..." When I finally could get myself to saying yes...

"Keep it to ourselves until you've moved in with me?"

"See? We haven't yet talked about that. Maybe I don't want to move into that big house of yours... where you've..."

She stopped. He finished her sentence in his head. ...lived with Helen. He understood her.

"I'll buy a different house. A smaller one. In Acton, if you wish. Wherever you'd want to live, Barbara."

While Tommy continued to rub her shoulders Barbara was dozing in his arms listening to him picturing in beautiful colours where and how they would live together, raising half a dozen of angel-like children, and how easy things would go at the Met with all the problems a couple would face. He softly spoke to her until the water became cool again.

After the bath it really was late in the night and more than time to go to bed and sleep properly. Cuddling and referring to the darkness in the room they still talked about some case with a blind girl they had solved once with the help of a young blind man. Tommy had been incredibly jealous because Barbara went down well with the boy. Too well for Tommy's liking, he admitted now.

"Yes, I've sensed some bad vibrations." Barbara smiled.

"But my heart swelled every time I saw you acting with that little girl." Tommy rewarded her with a kiss. "I think you do know how much I want to have children. With you!"

"Mm-hm."

"And we've made love without control-"

"...totally out of control." Barbara whispered over his words with a light chuckle. He kissed her.

"And without any contraception from the first time until now so I have to admit that since I so much want to be the father to your children I hope I haven't spent my semen for nothing." Now he grinned foolishly like a school boy.

Barbara tilted her head and looked at him in sheer disbelief. "Idiot!"

"What?" Tommy was confused. What have I said now?

"I said idiot! Didn't you hear how you said that? You are no stallion and I'm not one of your breeding mares. Semen... pfff!" Barbara snorted disgusted and turned onto her side, letting him face her back.

Oh, hell, yes, that was idiotic. "I'm sorry. You're right. I didn't mean to sound so... I'm sorry." He tentatively traced her side with just the tip of his finger. "And... but I thought... I mean, at the Tesco you've said...? And... Anyway, I've used the wrong words without thinking. I had not intended to sound so... rude. And... well... you do want children, don't you? But... should we use a contraception from now on?"

He really sounded sorry.

"No, that's ok."

"So... err?"

"It's just that thing with your semen - it sounds... I don't know. Clinical. Idiotic. Like a possessive bloke. Like a stupid macho. Like a pompous-"

"Yes, Barbara. I get the idea." Tommy cut her off. "And I hope you know that I'm not!"

"Mmmh. Yah." she mumbled.

Sensing that she was going to forgive him his inartfully expressed words Tommy skidded closer at her back and murmured into her ear with his lips on her earlobe. "But really... I'm no stallion? I thought I've given enough proof that-"

"Tommy!" Barbara already was about to laugh. "Oh, shut up, Sir. This conversation is idiotic too. Let's leave it here, please. And you're allowed to kiss me now."

"I'm so thankful for that, your Ladyship."

The rest of the conversation was nothing but tenderly ridiculous and ended even later in the night in a heap of two spent bodies and crumpled, sweat-soaked covers again.

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