The Early Hours
I know I said Jo was wearing a polo-neck, but seriously...what was I thinking? It has now miraculously transformed (by the power vested in me as the author) into a red medium cut v-neck jumper. Ok?
And apologies to whoever it was that created the lady/woman banner on holby.tv, sorry I can't remember your name, but credit to you nonetheless :o)
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hardly able to believe her luck, Jo leant down to kiss Sam a second time, encouraged as she was by Sam's arm around her neck. Moaning softly as Sam ran her tongue across her bottom lip, Jo felt her knees quiver, and knew that if she didn't move soon, they would both fall to the floor as she lost the ability to stand. Pulling back slightly, Sam growled at the loss of contact, sending a bolt of liquid fire shooting straight to Jo's core. Tightening her arms around Sam's back, Jo pulled her partner upright, holding her closer than ever, pressing kisses into blonde hair whilst running her hands over Sam's back.
Reveling in the rapt attention Jo paid to every part of her, Sam circled her arms around Jo's waist, slipping her hands underneath the hem of Jo's jumper. Trailing light kisses across the exposed flesh in front of her, Sam worked her way along Jo's collarbone, pressing her own body against Jo's as she did so.
Groaning at the sensation of Sam's pert breasts melding with her own ample bosom, Jo tilted Sam's chin to look her in the eye.
"You're beautiful Sam, so very very sexy."
At a loss for the words to tell Jo how she felt, Sam lent forwards and captured Jo's lips in a deliciously sensual kiss. Suddenly, a loud beep reverberated around the room, causing the two women to spring apart like guilty teenagers.
Her honed memory instantly making the connection, Sam glanced at the camera to affirm that it was recording the moving object it had sensed. Jo, on the other hand, had been somewhat distracted when the warning had sounded, and was now glancing wildly around the room, adopting a defensive stance as she did so, putting herself between Sam and the perceived threat. Giggling breathlessly at Jo's antics, Sam stepped around Jo, bending over to look through the camera.
Rolling her eyes at her own overreaction, Jo let her gaze settle on Sam's backside, emphasised as it was by her current posture.
"Anything?" Jo returned her focus to the job.
"Not at the moment, I'm just rewinding it to check whether it's something we need to log...here we go..." Sam supplied, before bursting into laughter. "You were right about that cat!"
Peering down the lens of the camera, Jo could just about make out the blurred outline of two cats fighting tooth and claw for dominance of the porch area.
"You think this is funny?" Jo teased as she reset the camera to its motion detector setting. "Well you'll never know what you've missed, thanks to that bloody cat..." she reprimanded as she turned away in a mock-huff, before grinning salaciously at Sam over her shoulder.
"Aww, don't be so mean to the little kitty..." Sam giggled as a (very naughty) thought struck her. "Y'know Jo, I reckon all that pussy needs is a good stroke..."
Gaping at the brazenness of her superior officer, Jo was longing to respond with a similarly witty remark, and when Sam pressed her body to Jo's from behind, Jo grinned lasciviously. "Is that an iPod in your pocket Sam, or are you just pleased to see me?"
Finding things to suddenly be moving too fast for the both of them, Sam stepped back and pulled the music player out of her pocket. Fitting one of the earpieces, she held the other out to Jo. "Would the lady care to dance?"
"What lady?" Jo couldn't help but respond, looking over her shoulder for another person.
"Well you may not be a lady..." Sam smouldered as Jo took the other earpiece, "but you're certainly all woman."
Selecting the song that had come to mind, Sam slipped the player into Jo's inside jacket pocket, nudging her breast as she did so.
"And you needed to cop a feel to be sure did you?" Jo teased, her smile and hand in the small of Sam's back taking the sting out of her words.
"Ssshhhh Jo," Sam whispered, the simple contact of her finger on Jo's lips silencing the DC, so strong was the response it evoked. "Just dance with me."
Holding the smaller woman close, Jo smiled as she recognised the song Sam had specifically chosen with the colour of her jumper in mind. The only light from the small lamp on the coffee table, the two women slow danced to the melodic strains of Chris de Burgh's 'Lady in Red.'
