Goodnight My Love
Part Two
With his arms wrapped around her warm body, the last thing he wanted to do was answer his pager. Reluctantly he pulled away and rolled over onto his side. On the bedside table his pager bleated helplessly and he glared at it. Reaching one hand he picked it up and read the number.
"Damn it," He sat on one arm and dialed the number. Next to him the girl stirred and he glanced at her, she was still asleep. " You paged me?" He listened to the report of the young man and sighed. " I'll be right there."
Getting out of bed had never been so difficult for him. He pulled on his slacks and shirt, next was the socks and shoes. Just as he was adjusting his tie he felt her wake. For a moment she was worried when he wasn't holding her. Then she rolled over and saw him fully dressed. He could sense her concern for a moment before she resigned herself to letting him go.
"Duty calls?" She asked in forced cheerfulness.
"Something like that." Turning around he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll call you."
"Okay." She whispered and he could tell she was upset.
"Becky this is my job." He said gently. She rolled away from him but he tugged her back. " What's wrong?"
She pulled in a breath as though afraid to say it. " I had a dream about you."
He smiled, " Most would say that was a good thing."
A frown fell on her face and she looked at him with dark eyes. " I am not most women."
"No." He spoke very seriously. " No you're not and that is why I am here and not at home. Now what is so upsetting?"
"I dreamed that your partner was chasing a boy and he met this monster instead. You had to save him from the monster but then your partner was running from you." She sounded close to tears so he cuddled her to his chest.
"Why would he run from me?"
"Because you became the monster." Through his shirt he could feel the tears , her fingers gripped his clothes as though he might disappear.
"Becky," He whispered, " Relax love, it was only a dream." He could say all the comforting words he wanted, but the truth was her dream bothered him. She had never been wrong before about things she saw in her dreams. Still...
"I know," She managed to sound calm and pulled away from him. " I was just being over emotional." She put on a smile and gently let released him. "You'd better go or your partner will get worried."
He grinned and she brightened a little. " Let him worry."
Kissing her lips again he let himself forget about the call and all the other things. Right now he was with the woman he loved. With his hands trailing along the cotton shirt she slept in, he could feel the increase in her heart rate. The rush of blood that warmed her skin and teased him. For now it was just him and her and nothing else mattered.
Part Two
With his arms wrapped around her warm body, the last thing he wanted to do was answer his pager. Reluctantly he pulled away and rolled over onto his side. On the bedside table his pager bleated helplessly and he glared at it. Reaching one hand he picked it up and read the number.
"Damn it," He sat on one arm and dialed the number. Next to him the girl stirred and he glanced at her, she was still asleep. " You paged me?" He listened to the report of the young man and sighed. " I'll be right there."
Getting out of bed had never been so difficult for him. He pulled on his slacks and shirt, next was the socks and shoes. Just as he was adjusting his tie he felt her wake. For a moment she was worried when he wasn't holding her. Then she rolled over and saw him fully dressed. He could sense her concern for a moment before she resigned herself to letting him go.
"Duty calls?" She asked in forced cheerfulness.
"Something like that." Turning around he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll call you."
"Okay." She whispered and he could tell she was upset.
"Becky this is my job." He said gently. She rolled away from him but he tugged her back. " What's wrong?"
She pulled in a breath as though afraid to say it. " I had a dream about you."
He smiled, " Most would say that was a good thing."
A frown fell on her face and she looked at him with dark eyes. " I am not most women."
"No." He spoke very seriously. " No you're not and that is why I am here and not at home. Now what is so upsetting?"
"I dreamed that your partner was chasing a boy and he met this monster instead. You had to save him from the monster but then your partner was running from you." She sounded close to tears so he cuddled her to his chest.
"Why would he run from me?"
"Because you became the monster." Through his shirt he could feel the tears , her fingers gripped his clothes as though he might disappear.
"Becky," He whispered, " Relax love, it was only a dream." He could say all the comforting words he wanted, but the truth was her dream bothered him. She had never been wrong before about things she saw in her dreams. Still...
"I know," She managed to sound calm and pulled away from him. " I was just being over emotional." She put on a smile and gently let released him. "You'd better go or your partner will get worried."
He grinned and she brightened a little. " Let him worry."
Kissing her lips again he let himself forget about the call and all the other things. Right now he was with the woman he loved. With his hands trailing along the cotton shirt she slept in, he could feel the increase in her heart rate. The rush of blood that warmed her skin and teased him. For now it was just him and her and nothing else mattered.