- That's enough, it's over, it's warm here, - his lips whispered to the top of her head.
Warmth slowly spread through her body. A couple of minutes ago it seemed to her, that the body had been frozen into a huge block of ice. Now she almost stopped trembling. Little by little she regained her confidence. She had recovered the ability to smell. Now his starched collar and lotion smelled to her of absolute calm and reliability. She felt so calm and good as she had not felt for a long time. As she has NEVER felt before. Only too well! Therefore it was necessary to finish with it. She definitely shouldn't have gotten used to these feelings.
However, when she made an attempt to distance herself from him, he didn`t let her go.
- Barbara…
- Sir… I' m fine now, honestly I am.
- I don't want you to go on these dates!
She froze again for a moment. The reason for it were his words.
- Hmm... I don't quite understand you, sir. It seemed to me that you…
- The very thought of it makes me angry!
She felt the male body tense under her hands. Such an amazing feeling!
Why does the very thought of her dating make him angry?! When he asked her about it, she always saw in his face friendly concern, benevolent curiosity (lately, perhaps a little excessive, in her opinion), but nothing more.
Having managed to pull away from him a little, she looked up uncertainly.
This look broke through a tangible gap in the barriers of his restraint. Her eyes resembled the eyes of a fawn from his children's books. The fawn, which managed to face all the evil of this world, to experience half of its sorrows, but somehow managed not to get angry and not to lose a sense of compassion. Damn her! The sexiest inviting look, performed by a naked beauty in his bed could not have made a greater impression on him. This look has turned his soul inside out, this look should belong only to him. He doesn't want to share it with anyone.
He felt her trying to push him away, but instead of letting go, he just pulled her even closer to him. His hands clasped together behind her back, walked along her spine a couple of times, his fingers, penetrating under the shirt, touched the delicate skin on her back, making her shudder.
He always thought that loving a woman was rather complicated task. It was like a difficult puzzle that consisted of external beauty, spiritual qualities, origins and other equally strict criteria. But everything turned out to be much more easily and at the same time a thousand times more complicated. In his case, love had nothing to do with the meaningfulness and ideals that had been rooted in his head for years. His love extended on some high spiritual level, in gossamer-thin matter, almost invisible to the eye. His love is an insistent need to have her by his side every day, so insistent that without her he becomes unbearable even for himself. His love is talking for hours, arguing, teasing and understanding not from half a word, from half a glance. His love is something that he cannot comprehend to the end. How did it happen that he wanted this tomboy with slightly disheveled hair in worn jeans and a hoodie with a ruffled character and fierce class intransigence? Wanted to the point of trembling in his hands…
She felt that her safe haven was gradually turning into a trap. His movements were becoming more insistent and chaotic. Large palms roamed freely over her body, then sinking (low, unacceptably low), then rising, lifting her shirt to the shoulder blades. It was amazing what he was doing, as well as the instant response of her own body to his actions. She should have run away immediately before it was too late.
Having entered into a desperate battle with his hands, this time she won her freedom. Distancing herself from him to a safe distance, she stood motionless, breathing heavily, as after a heavy fight. She saw how his gaze had changed in a second, as if by clicking a toggle switch. She could bet that Helen and his other mistresses had seen the similar look in a bed with him. It certainly wasn't meant for her.
- I'm not Helen! – she blurted out involuntarily.
She heard panic in her own voice and hated herself for it.
- I know, Barbara. I'm not so drunk not to understand where I am and who is next to me.
His voice was surprisingly soft, calm and... sober.
When the hell did he manage to sober up like that?!
- Then you just went crazy!
He began to approach her again.
- Maybe then you can explain to me what's between us?
- We are... a great team... partners and... good friends.
She struggled to find words, making long pauses.
- And that's it?!
He took a couple more steps closer to her. Being cornered, having no more ways to retreat, she decided to act differently - to work out a new capture technique on him, which she had honed to perfection in the retreat. Victory was on her side. With a twisted arm, he found himself pressed against the wall with his cheek.
- Hey, Sergeant, take it easy! I will complain about the violation of my rights and ill-treatment by the police.
He couldn't help but laugh at this sudden display of childishness on her part.
She knew that she would never have coped with him so easily if he had been completely sober. Many times she witnessed his unaccountable lightning reaction. It worked instantly, sometimes independently of his will. He acted like a cobra. It looks terrific because of speed and strength. But now alcohol has relaxed him a little, making him defenseless for her.
- You asked me what was going on, sir?! - She stood on tiptoe so that her lips were at the level of his ear. - I know what's going on, and I value it so much that I will never let to ruin it! You are damn drunken idiot who was rejected by his wife and who can't muster the courage to go and get her back!
She realized that she had underestimated his strength-he had lulled her vigilance. A couple of precise movements and now she is in captivity of his hands, backed up against the wall. And in this fight with him, she cannot win either by strength or dexterity.
- Havers, you're a lousy detective on this case! Besides, you are coward who would rather bite his lips until they bleed than admit what she really wants!
She threw a rebellious look at him, demonstrating her indifference in every possible way. She saw the corners of his lips twitched, as he did not once when he accepted her unspoken challenge. At such moments, it was difficult, but, to withstand his gaze, and when he got tired of this game, he smiled broadly, thereby proclaiming a draw. But now it was different. Gazing at her intently, he grabbed both of her hands in his one hand. The man's fingers gripped the thin wrists tightly. He realized that it was hurting her because of tightly compressed lips and immediately loosened his grip a little.
- What do you really want, Barbara?
- Okay, I'll tell you… As a child, on my way home from school, I passed by a toy store every day. One day I saw a beautiful toy in the shop window. It was the best toy I've ever seen.
Her eyes sparkled.
– Did you ask your parents to buy it for you? – he asked softly, finally loosening his grip.
Now she could have easily freed herself if she wanted, but she didn't do it.
- No, I didn't even think about it.
- Why?
- Probably because I knew very well that they would never buy it for me. I just stopped by that window and admired it for a long time until it disappeared-someone else bought it. And now I won't allow myself…
- Ask me, Barbara… - he breathed in her ear.
She was still trying to appear unperturbed and indifferent when the man's fingers slowly began to unbutton the small buttons on her shirt. Her breath caught, she almost suffocated, when he bent down and began to kiss the exposed collarbones.
- Ask me for anything… for anything you want. I will give it to you.
She almost lost control, unable to cope with such new sensations when he sank lower. The heat was spreading through her body, her skin was covered with goosebumps, the desire to run her fingers through dark, thick hair and press his head became irresistible, by this reason she tried to free her hands, but her movements were misinterpreted by him, and his grip became stronger. Freedom was the only thing he was not ready to give her at that moment. Нe exhaled and she realized that he was dissatisfied, and now a red mark will remain on her skin as punishment. Turning her head away, she didn't let him touch her lips. He took it for a game, grinned a little, and continued to undress her, covering the new areas that were opening up to him with kisses. She didn't know how to cope with him and with my own desires and feelings.
- Sir, we should not... - she whispered softly, still clutching at the remnants of her unclouded mind, but he seemed to be deaf.
- Tommy, my name is Tommy. Repeat it!
His voice became hoarse, hot breath tickled the skin near his ear. He gave freedom to her hands only to wrap his arms around her slender waist and firmly press her body into his. Instead of responding to his request, she fulfilled her wish - she hugged him and ran her fingers through his hair.
- You imagined it, didn't you?
- What?
- What were you thinking about when you looked at me? You couldn't stop yourself from thinking… Do what you dreamed of now.
He pulled away from her a little. She looked at him. Here is her dream standing in front of her, the purest one, which is terrible to touch and the most passionate, delusional of delusional and the most impossible of all impossible. So impossible that even deep inside herself she could not allow the thought of asking providence to fulfill it. But he was right - she couldn't help but think and imagine... When she was alone, after a few pints of beer drunk with him in their favorite bar, closing her eyes, she sometimes let herself to imagine how she pulled off his jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoned the buttons of a starched shirt, and then her hands dropped lower to the belt buckle...
- I'm afraid that my thoughts were somewhat inappropriate.
He smiled at her prim choice of the word.
- How much inappropriate were they?
He put her hands on his chest.
Wanting to feel the naked skin under her hands, she began to unbutton his shirt. He gave her time to deal with all the buttons and pull the shirt out of his trousers, after which he bent over her impatiently again. She tilted her head back to make it more comfortable for him. Having dissolved into it, she did not notice how the shirt disappeared from her body first, and then the top.
"Barbara," he whispered softly, hearing the first stifled moan when his fingers touched her breast.
She tried to cope with the buckle of his belt, but he seemed to notice it continuing to undress her. There were no thoughts left in her head, and she no longer restrained her reaction to his touches and caresses.
To hell with everything!
She felt the cold surface of her heated skin when he easily picked her up and sat her on the edge of the dresser.
- Not here? – he asked, meeting her gaze, and leaned my hips towards her hands.
- Here! - she blurted out almost scared, - it seemed that if they moved even an inch from this place, then everything would end.
His palm touched the inside of her thigh, while she finally managed to get the buckle and put her hands under the elastic band of his boxers. He froze for a moment. Almost touched the concentration of his desire. He sighed in frustration somewhere in the area of her collarbone when she took her hands away from there. Her palms outlined the male thighs, gently stroked the lower back and went lower. He moved his hips, forcing her to spread her legs wider, and shudder at the feeling of his almost uncontrollable desire. Despite her impatience-she didn't want to wait any longer, so she tried to help pull off the rest of his clothes -he did his best to restrain himself and not to rush things. He gently caught her hands on the waistband of her trousers.
- Are you always so naughty? – he exhaled with a gentle smile on her lips.
- I don`t know…
There was no smile on his face anymore.
- Barbara, you didn't... Am I not mistaken?
He was carefully watching her reaction.
- You are not mistaken, - she whispered, squeezing his hips with her legs, asking for more. What does it matter now when she wants him so much and can't wait any longer.
- Then we'd better not be here!
Grabbing her by the hips, he took a step towards the bed. She squeezed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her, wanting to feel all his weight on her. She spread her legs herself, allowing him to settle between them, her words urging him not to delay dissolved into a sigh as he swung his hips and slowly penetrated her. Her teeth sank into a muscular shoulder, and her fingers crumpled the shirt on the back. She moaned when he stopped, giving her time to get used to him.
- Barbara, - he called softly and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time. – Are you ok?
Her answer allowed him to start moving, setting a rhythm that was completely suitable for her. The bedroom was filled with soft, gentle moans and his heavy breathing, a mixed murmur.
- Tommy, - she whispered his name, feeling the bliss rolling over her...
- Barbara...
- Sir?
He smiled, knowing that she was just egging him on. He slightly bit the tender skin on her neck. He snuggled closer to her.
- I'm ready to confess.
- What are you ready to confess?
- I'm damn tired. - Contradicting her own words, she brought her hand back to feel greedily the naked male body that had already become familiar. - My eyes are closing.
- Oh, that's not what I mean... My powers are not limitless either.
- Then what about?
- About tomorrow morning.
- What about it?
She rolled over to look at his face.
- Barbara, I don't want scenes tomorrow in the style of "you were drunk, and it was a big mistake, we shouldn't have done this...". Waking up, coupled with the bright morning sun, sometimes have such an effect...
- You should know better…
- That's why we have only two options.
- Which ones?
- Don't fall asleep at all.
- Oooh, no! - she moaned. - You've worn me out too much. I feel so...
She stopped in mid-sentence.
- How do you feel? Come on!
- It was like I had a long sparring session with someone big and very strong.
He laughed softly.
- Is it really that bad?
- No! It was very, very nice. I would even say it's unbearably pleasant at times.
She wasn't lying at all. She has never felt such a pleasant fatigue and emptiness.
- So the second option is that you will now properly understand that everything I did last night was not due to the effects of alcohol. Alcohol only gave me the courage to do what I've wanted for a long time. I don't regret it for a minute and the coming of the next day won't change it at all.
- Okay, I promise, no scenes on your hangover head in the morning. Only full understanding, empathy, a hangover pill and orange juice.
- Anything else?
- Yes, a couple of burnt toast.
She turned over on her other side again, getting comfortable.
- Deal! In this case, we can finally sleep peacefully.
He pulled her closer to him.
- Tommy!
- Yes?
- I want you to know... I don't regret anything. And I've wanted it for a long time too.
- I'm aware of that.
- What?!
- Well, you told me about it yourself, when you were unbuttoning my belt and fly with great zeal, and then when...
- Let's do without retelling. - She elbowed him lightly in the ribs. – I remember everything perfectly.
By the time she woke up in the morning, he had time to take a shower and make coffee. He was sitting at the foot of the bed with wet hair neatly combed back, dressed in a light gray leotard and a white T-shirt.
- How are you feeling? - she spoke first.
- Great! I think it's entirely thanks to you. No hangover. Are you okay? I probably should apologize.
He reached out to her to seal a fleeting kiss on the corner of her lips.
- What about no scenes of regret in the morning?
- That's not what I'm talking about.
- Then what about? – she asked, gratefully accepting a cup of freshly brewed cappuccino from his hands.
He noted that she did not twitch and did not flutter, and it gave him an amazing joy and a sense of balance. He was surprised to realize that he had already missed her.
- I was somewhat out of control... And I thought more about myself... I promise...
- Oh, my God! - She put the cup on the bedside table, moved closer to him, not forgetting to keep the sheet on her chest chastily. - I want you to promise me now only one thing - to be yourself, with me you can not hold back. At such moments, I feel really needed by you. This is one of the most wonderful feelings that I have ever experienced.
She fulfilled another of her long-standing desires - she ran her finger along the almost smoothed out after the night of the interbrow crease.
- What do you want? Ask me anything.
Boyish smile appeared on his face.
- Be careful with your promises. I liked driving your Bristol.
- Oh, nooo!
- In fact, I know very well what I don't want. I don`t want to appear at work in the next few days.
At that moment, he clearly realized that for the first time in many years, he didn't want it either. Even their honeymoon with Helen could not cool his insane craving for service. A moment later, another revelation overtook him - it was not the craving for fighting the criminal world that was so irresistible, but his craving for Barbara. To go on extra duty meant to see her, to be with her. Now when she was in his bed, and, apparently, did not really want to leave it (in this their desires completely coincided), he was very happy to take a break in his struggle with all the evil of this world.
- I'll find a way…