Makepeace drank the shots quickly determined not to have to dance. Dempsey was hilarious as they made him step left, right and back over the swords while everyone collapsed in laughter and then everyone was saying good bye and goodnight. Edward volunteered to direct the visitors back to their hotel; he left them at the entrance.

Fry sat patiently on a chair in the corridor. He had been entrusted by Spikings to find Dempsey and Makepeace. He had checked into the hotel 2 hours ago, but the manager wouldn't let him into their room without a warrant and as he didn't have one he had opted to sit on guard of the door.

Most definitely the worse for wear now Harry and James fell over the step of the hotel, "Keys for Dempsey please" Dempsey slurred

Harry tripped forward and Dempsey caught her as she fell, his hands underneath her breasts, pulling her back to upright.

"Are you touching me Lieutenant?" she tittered

"No I'm just holding you Sergeant" but his lust began to rise exponentially and he pressed against her as he spoke holding her tightly to him, enjoying the fullness of her breasts.

"Mr and Mrs Dempsey" – the late night porter passed their keys to Dempsey, who let go with one hand to take them, and slid the other down over her stomach towards her thigh.

They just about managed to walk supporting each other towards the stairs. As they wobbled their way up them Makepeace started

"James…"

"Harry?"

"I like doing undercover with you" she slurred, she felt his right hand roving over her body this time finding its way from her hips up towards her breast "Are we going to do married things?" she asked with the innocent smile of a child but the thoughts of an adult.

Dempsey looked at her confused but by now they had successfully surmounted the stairs and as they started down the corridor Harry stopped abruptly and turned into him. She kissed Dempsey on his lips and started to undo a button on his shirt.

"Oh married things" he said with understanding but it was barely audible as her mouth was over his.

He returned the kiss hungrily and pulled her in to him, both his hands cruising over as much of her body as possible in the brief time.

He felt Harry start to pull his shirt out from his trousers; he pulled away and grabbed Harry's hand, dangling the keys with his other hand "Well I'm the husband and you're the wife" he said as he pulled her towards the door.

Fry's eyes bulged, huge, wide "Bloody Hell!!! I never knew you undercover would be like this" The sound of the voice was like throwing a bucket of iced water on the pair of them. Dempsey gathered his wits; Makepeace blushed profusely, "Right up until you're out of public sight Fry, never let it slip" Dempsey opened the door; they went in and shut the door behind them.

Dempsey pulled Harry into him he wanted to touch and feel so much of her; their kissing was hard and frantic. Harry continued to unbutton his shirt; Dempsey found her zip. They moved away from the door and Harry stepped over her dress as it dropped to the floor, his shirt fell next.

After a few minutes the door was being knocked, but they were too involved to take any notice; Makepeace lifted Dempsey's vest over his head and buried her fingers into his chest. They moved further away from the door ignoring the rapping sound and Dempsey's kisses moved from Harry's mouth down her neck and he teased her cleavage. Harry let out a moan and pressed herself against James as hard as she could - the passion now it had finally been released was intense.

At long last Makepeace felt the release of her bra and she struggled with drunken co –ordination to release the buckle on his trousers; they made their way across to the bed and James stepped out of his clothes as he lay Harry back and teased her lacy briefs down and off.

The knock on the door continued, Fry shouted through "Dempsey! Makepeace!"

Dempsey ran his kisses back up from her belly to Makepeace's mouth and she pulled him right onto herself him kissing him fully and deeply; their hands explored each other, both sighing, murmuring and moaning as they revelled in the touches. Harry moved her kissing away from Dempsey's mouth and began exploring his chest

Fry continued knocking – harder and unremittingly; he had been instructed by Spikings himself.

The persistence started to bother Harry, who sat up and looked over to the door.

"Ignore it" Dempsey mumbled trying to distract her with his tongue

The incessant calling from beyond the door continued "I can't" Harry said with absolute clarity.

Dempsey wrapped a robe around himself whilst Harry slid under the duvet and covered herself. Fry's voice sounded again "Lieutenant! Spikings told me…"

Dempsey opened the door "What are you doing here Fry?"

Fry stepped into the room and looked around. "No sofa then" he observed

"What the heck Fry, you ain't sleeping in here" cried Dempsey

"No, no" Fry stuttered "You said you always had a big room so you could sleep on the sofa"

"Have you got a room Fry?"

"Yes"

"Well I suggest you go to it now and leave the sergeant and myself alone"

"Spikings wants me to…"

"Well you go and tell Spikings that Harry and me – we're doing just fine. Now run along before I have you arrested"

Fry started to explain again "Spikings…."

Dempsey picked Fry up and pushed him back outside "Just go"

He climbed into bed next to Harry, but she was fast asleep. "Next you'll be saying you've got headache" Dempsey whispered in her ear. He looked at the rising and falling of her chest 'I guess if the wife's fallen asleep we must be married' he thought out loud then leaned over and kissed her forehead "Next time we'll do lovers princess" he proposed before falling into an instant sleep himself.