…And the First Time They Did

"Phillip Canter's dead."

Bernice rolled her eyes and pushed past Terry into his house. "Yes, Superintendent, I'm aware of that. Senior Sergeant Wolfe already informed me. Though I think it would have been your duty to do that, as head of Homicide."

"Well, I knew I was gonna see you later."

She turned to look at him incredulously as he locked the front door behind them. "You are impossible, you know that?"

He prowled towards her with a hungry grin. "Yeah, but that's what you like best about me."

"Oh god help me, I do," she groaned just before his mouth swallowed her words. He pulled her tight into his embrace and kissed her hard. She pressed herself against him and moaned with desire. There was something about this kiss that sent shivers up and down her spine. But breathlessly, she pulled back from him. "Terry, why don't you give me a tour of your house, eh?"

He smirked, eyes dark with lust. "Come on now, Bernice, we don't need to pretend you came here to see anything except the bedroom. Though come to think of it, we could use the sofa. Or a table. Or the floor."

"At our age, I'm fairly certain we need a bed."

"Whatever you want," he murmured. His hands traced down her back to her bum and grinded her against him to feel his hardness.

A whimper of desire escaped her. Bernice was mildly appalled at the reaction she had to him. After all this time, after everything she'd been through, the fact that he could make her feel so unhinged like this was beyond her wildest imaginings.

"Upstairs?" he asked softly, dragging his lips over her ear.

"God, yes," she groaned, unable to help herself.

Terry took her hand and led her up the stairs to his bedroom. He'd gotten home a little while earlier and made sure everything was all cleaned up and ready for her. She hadn't been to his house. He'd been living in that old flat just after his divorce the last time they'd gotten together. This was a distinct improvement.

He didn't let her say a single word as he went back to kissing her and undressing her as quick as he could, desperate to feel her skin once again after so long. When he'd pushed her jacket off and his hands went up the front of her blouse, she pulled back again. "Could we turn the lights out?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"What for?"

She raised her brow at him before swallowing hard and looking down at her own over-the-hill body. Whatever arousal he had now would surely wane upon seeing ever wrinkle and roll and age spot and dimple on her skin. And she couldn't bear it if he ever looked at her with revulsion. Not now, not after all this time.

Terry just shook his head. "I know I'm not much to look at, but I want to see you. Please, Bernice, please let me see you," he begged, kissing down her neck while his hands toyed with the hem of her blouse.

"Alright," she agreed in a small voice.

He pulled her top off over her head and walked her back onto the bed. She was left in just her bra and knickers before she knew it. And his eyes roved over her with that same hungry expression. How, she had no idea. But he looked at her just the same.

She pulled him towards her and they fell back onto the bed together. Her hands made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. He'd removed his jacket and tie before she'd arrived there. Terry got up to remove his shoes and socks and trousers.

"Here, into bed," he directed, pulling back the bedsheets for her to crawl into. He joined her immediately, wearing only his trunks. He removed her bra before settling himself on top of her and renewing his familiarity with her gorgeous, full breasts.

Bernice could not help the keening sound falling from her lips. She cradled Terry between her thighs and her hips moved uncontrollably against him, seeking friction as her back arched into the sweet touch of his generous mouth. "Terry, please," she begged. "Please, I don't wait to any longer."

It was in Terry's mind to build her up as much as he could before he was inside her, particularly because at his age, once was all he'd be able to manage till the morning. But she wanted him and begged for him, and he couldn't deny her anything.

Quickly, he rid them both of the remaining fabric separating them. He lined himself up at her entrance, groaning her name to feel her wetness coat his tip. He wanted to savor her, take things slowly and feel her take in every inch of him. By the time he was fully sheathed inside her, she was already fluttering around his length.

Their lovemaking was not particularly elegant or athletic. They were both aching for each other, after so long apart. There would be time, Bernice knew, for them to explore more and to really relearn each other. But now was not that time. She needed him desperately. And Terry did not disappoint. She came quickly, gasping and moaning. He spilled inside her and collapsed, his panting breath against her neck.

Terry rolled over and pulled her into his embrace. "I love you," he murmured.

Bernice smiled. "Yes, I know."

"I figured you did," he scoffed. "You've always been smarter than me."

She chuckled and kissed his bare chest. "And I love you."

"Now that I didn't know."

"Really?"

"You're a bit cagy with these things, Bernice," he teased.

She gave him a gentle squeeze. "Well don't let there be any mistake. I love you, Terry, and I won't just be here for a few hours or leave and tell you we can't do this anymore. Because frankly, you've just proved that we should do this as often as possible. It absolutely boggles the mind we can have sex that good over age fifty."

Terry laughed, "Well I could give you even better if you weren't so bloody impatient."

She sat up and huffed at him. "I was impatient because you're very good at making me want you, so I don't think you should be complaining."

"No, never complaining." He pulled her back down to snuggle against him once more. "And besides, if you're planning on sticking around, I can take my time with you."

Bernice grinned. "I told Rhys I wouldn't be home tonight. And I haven't got anything on my calendar till ten tomorrow morning. So we can certainly take our time."

Terry tilted his head down to kiss her. "You've never spent the night with me before."

"Never said I loved you before either. Lot of new opportunities here. Hope that's alright."

He stroked her hair and looked at her with unbridled adoration. "I have been waiting for this for twenty years. And now that I've got you, I'm not gonna let you go so easily."

"What have you got in mind?" she asked with a flirtatious smile.

"Well, for tonight, I figure we'll stay in bed till we're hungry. I've got some things I can make us later. We can wander around half dressed and I can kiss you till you push me off you and we can fall asleep wrapped around each other just like this. Then tomorrow, I'd like to take you out on a proper date."

"A date?"

"Yes, a date. Dinner, to start. Maybe on the weekend we can see a movie or a show or something. You like plays and things, don't you?"

Bernice was still stuck on his prior statement. "Terry, you want to date me?"

"'Course I do. I meant what I said, Bernice, I love you and I wanna be with you. And not just in bed together, but properly together."

She exhaled in complete disbelief. "Best kept secret in the State Police."

"What is?"

"You. You're a genuinely wonderful man. And yet you act like a complete dickhead most of the time."

"Yeah, well, you're special," he reasoned.

"I must be. No one is ever going to believe the idea of us together."

"I don't need anyone to believe it. As long as I've got you, that's all I need."

"Terry Jarvis, I do love you."

With the happiest smile he could ever recall having on his face, Terry rolled them both over and kissed her again. After all, he wasn't hungry yet. And he had many more ways to show her how much he loved her.