Identical

Totally parallel universe, not intended to offend those who don't advocate these relationships, but it is only fanfic and I have absolutely NO idea where this one came from. When reading, please envisage Perry Mason and Della Street as they were at the start of the 1957 TV series. Then see Robert Ironside as RB looked in the pilot episode in 1967 otherwise this really WON'T work out for you!

I gave poor old Laura a rest as an antagonist and created a new character to annoy people! And don't be too disappointed on the PM / DS front, it may just all work out in the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Perry Mason & Della Street. The rights are the property of the estate of ESG. The character of Robert Ironside et al are the property of NBC Universal (Harbor Productions) I'm just borrowing them because they all need some loving!

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Della Street watched the start of the sunrise through the large windows that opened onto the small balcony. The very light morning chill made her shuffle in the large mens shirt she had thrown on and pull it tighter for warmth. She could smell his aftershave on the collar and it gave her a pleasurable feeling both for the opportunity to watch the sunrise from such a spectacular perch and the very satisfying night she had just shared with him. For a brief moment Della hoped he would feel just as satisfied when he woke as she did in that instant.

Watching the sun rise over the Pacific Ocean she didn't hear him pad up behind her. For a big man, he was very light of foot.

'Beautiful isn't it?' His voice was low and much gruffer than it seemed to be during the day. Della put it down to the early morning dry throat.

'Gorgeous,' she sighed wistfully leaning back against his broad chest as powerful arms enveloped her.

'I'm not talking about the sunrise,' he chuckled and planted a kiss in the crook of her neck.

'Neither am I,' she shot back winding an arm back to wrap about his head, fingers raking through the back of his soft short hair encouraging him to keep his mouth on her neck. 'Thank you for asking me here this weekend. I'm enjoying it immensely.'

'I'm just glad you accepted and,' he trailed kisses along her jaw line, 'I'm not complaining, but waking up with you was quite unexpected and a great pleasure that I didn't dare hope for.'

'I couldn't leave you to sleep on the couch. You don't even fit!' Della turned in his arms and placed her hands against his chest enjoying the feel of his chest hair under her fingers. He in turn laced his digits together across the small of her back and pulled her impossibly tighter against him.

'Well thank you for not making me sleep there. I'm not sure my back would have taken it at my age.' He chuckled again before planting another kiss on her neck.

'Your age?' Della's eyebrows shot up in amusement. 'You're not that old.'

'I'm older than you and old enough that people will comment about our age difference. I must be at least fifteen years older than you.'

'Does it bother you?'

'I don't give a damn what other people think about me, never have. I just don't want…..'

Della placed a strong finger against his lips.' Sssh, don't say anything more about it. If I didn't want to be here with you, I wouldn't have come. Age is irrelevant when you are attracted to someone, and I am most certainly attracted to you in case you didn't get that message last night.' She sighed, 'Maybe I should wonder why such an important man like you would want me.'

'Because you are witty, intelligent, clever and quite stunningly beautiful. I'd be a fool not to take a chance with you. I've told you, I'm not married and very unattached so people be damned what they think.'

'No, no,' Della shook her head,' For at least this weekend, you are VERY MUCH attached if you want to be.' She replaced her finger against his lips with her own.

'In that case,' he returned her kisses as his hands made light work of his shirt she had been wearing. 'I'm your very willing prisoner Miss Street, do with me what you will.' Della pushed him back towards the bed and down onto his back where she unashamedly straddled him and rained kisses across his torso eliciting a moan from somewhere in his throat.

'Oh I will Chief, I most certainly will.'

TBC