Chapter 5 - Um - couldn't help it. More sex. If it offends, read no further

Starsky prepared himself carefully for his night. He'd taken extra trouble to make sure his small apartment was even more clean and tidy than was usual and now he turned his attention to himself.

A hot shower was the first order of the day and as he stood waiting for the water to heat up, he idly looked at himself in the mirror and snorted softly. It aint the age Davey, it's the mileage. He traced the tram-lined scars from upper chest to below his ribs, the divots of puckered flesh where the bullets had hit, the empty little spots that had once housed drainage tubes and the tiny scars giving testament to the central lines he'd endured to feed the drugs and fluids into his system. All of them leaving their mark and all of them eclipsing the scars he'd carried from previous jobs gone wrong. But that was the irony. He wasn't even working when he'd been gunned down. He sighed. Just one more pissed off business man out for revenge. How he hated the powerful suited types with their big flashy cars, sumptuous offices and fly attitudes to other people's lives.

Putting his dark thoughts behind him and with the steam from the shower blurring his reflection in the mirror into soft focus, he stripped off his boxers and got into the shower, working his stiff muscles under the hot water until he was once more supple and the residual aches of the day had departed. He wanted to be on top form for Gina tonight. The evening was all about showing her just how much he loved her, and then maybe a night of incredible sex, if he played his cards right – and disconnected his phone so that Ramsey couldn't contact her!

Starsky scrubbed his hair with a new sandalwood scented shampoo that complimented his favourite soap and aftershave and ducked his head back under the water to rinse off, staying there for another few minutes as he luxuriated in the heat and the force of the shower on his body. That was the one thing he'd missed in his recovery – not being able to shower. And no-one would ever tell him that bed baths were erotic – especially when delivered enthusiastically but slightly clumsily by his blond partner.

The brunet dried off and walked naked into his bedroom where he stood for a moment in front of the wardrobe deciding what would look best. Eventually he plumped for the comfortable and predictable and pulled on his butter soft, almost white jeans and a navy blue polo shirt which he thought matched his eyes. Leaving his feet bare and finger combing his curls into some sort of order, he appraised his reflection in the mirror. Not exactly a film star, but he'd do. As he closed the drawer to his bedside cabinet, the doorbell rang and a glance at his watch told him Gina was right on time.

Padding into his living room he opened the door and smiled at her. She looked ravishing in a pale blue gypsy skirt and a white lace top that fell off one shoulder provocatively. She smiled back a little nervously and handed him a bottle of red wine. He kissed her and let her in, taking the bottle from her. For some reason he too felt nervous and as she made herself at home in the living room he frantically searched his kitchen for a corkscrew. After rummaging in his drawers and looking in the back of his cupboards he cursed under his breath. How the hell could he tell her that her bottle of vintage wine would have to remain unopened because he didn't have a corkscrew? Desperately he looked round, then took a hold of the bottle and cracked the neck on the edge of his counter. It broke clean off, spilling some of the deep purple contents on the floor, but at least he'd gained access and to disguise his fumbling, he poured the rest of the bottle into a jug and snagged two wine glasses.

Walking into the living room, he sat down beside Gina and held a glass out while he poured her a drink. She took it and sipped it appreciatively and looked back at him.

'I'm sorry honey. I should never have yelled at you last night. I felt so bad afterwards, I could have kicked myself' he said, putting his hand round her shoulders.

'You could have called last night' she said, still thinking about the sight of him at the disco with the other girl. How could he be so casual about that?

'I was going to' Starsky explained. 'I was gonna pick up the phone and then Hutch phoned and said his damned car had broken down and could I come back to the disco to taxi him an' Sarah, an' Sarah's cousin back to her house. So I got there, ferried them back an' got back here too late to phone ya. Like I said, I'm sorry.'

Gina listened to the explanation carefully. It was said with neither deceit nor artifice. That was one thing about her man, she could always tell if he was hiding something from her, and she knew instinctively that he was telling her the truth. She smiled to herself. How could she have doubted him?

'I shouldn't have flounced out on you like that. I know it isn't fair that I have to work late, and believe me, I won't be doing it again. Enough is enough' she said forcefully.

'Hey, don't change just coz of me. I don't want ya losin' a chance of promotion or sumthin just coz I was an asshole.'

'It's not because of you. Trust me, I'm not working late for him any more, I promise.'

Starsky leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth and as her lips parted and she carded her fingers into his hair at the back of his head, he explored her, renewing his acquaintance with every part of her mouth and tongue until she moaned into him and pressed her body against his.

They parted slightly breathlessly and the brunet changed direction, nuzzling down the line of her neck as his left hand slipped beneath the lace top. She wore no bra and her nipples sprang up pert and firm beneath his gentle touch. He stroked down her side and circled her nipple with his finger, pinching gently between his finger and thumb as she mewed in pleasure next to him.

Starsky felt her hand on his groin, checking out the bulge in his pants and he shifted slightly giving her more access and deftly she unzipped his pants and inserted her slim hand inside. He sighed as she stroked his cock and whispered into her ear

'We can be more comfortable than this. Ya stayin' the night?'

She giggled. 'You say the most romantic things Dave Starsky. If that's an invitation the answer's yes.'

'Good' he growled and pulled her up from the sofa as he led her to the bedroom. 'Supper is casserole an' you know why I like casserole?'

'No' she said quietly

'He grinned 'Coz it has to be done slowly for at least four hours. Just like me.'

Gently the brunet pushed the girl back onto the bed and she shuffled around until she was lying on her back looking up at his expectantly. He lay down beside her, propped up on his elbow as he tenderly ran his hand down her body to her waist, pulling the blouse out from her waistband so that he could run his hand over her warm flesh. She purred and sat up so that she could pull the blouse over her head. It fit her body perfectly, outlining her breasts and as she pulled it up, they sprang free and he bent and kissed the pink nipples as he pushed his hand up her skirt.

Gina lay back and allowed him to explore her body. This was so different than her disastrous night with Ian Ramsey and yet she couldn't ignore the memory of those other hands on her and the slimy voice whispering dirty things into her ear. She tried to close her mind to it, her body tensed as Starsky ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. He stopped uncertainly.

'Did I hurt ya?' he asked, his handsome face showing nothing but concern.

She shook her head. 'It's nothing. Here, let me reciprocate.' Her hands moved to his shirt and she deftly pulled it off over his head and pushed him back until he was lying besides her. No-one besides Hutch had seen his body like she had and the brunet was at ease with her scrutiny of the scars, tramlines and dimples decorating his chest and back. She bent and kissed the long scar that lead up the front of his chest, the one that was still so sensitive that he shivered at her touch. She smiled and moved higher, taking tiny bites of his flesh and worrying them between her teeth before letting go and moving on to new pastures. She left tiny red passion marks behind her, her fingers massaging them lightly so that Starsky moaned and arched his body towards her asking for more.

Finally needing to take the lead himself, and with his jeans now in a puddle on the floor, he sat up and flipped the girl onto her back. She looked up at him with dazed, passion clouded eyes as he started his own exploration of her body and as his lips worked wonders on her breasts and neck, his hand wandered southwards, trying again to gain access to her secret places.

Gina tried to relax, reminding herself time and again that this was her man - the man who loved her and as the brunet's fingers dipped inside her she tried to relax tensed muscles and accept him. But she was still sore from Ramsey's invasion the previous evening and however she tried, it hurt her. Desperate not to spoil the mood, she turned the tables and took a hold of his hand, clutching it to her.

'What can I do for you?' she whispered. 'Tell me. This is your night.'

Starsky stopped his exploration. Oh my God, all his dreams come true. What could she do for him? Where did he start?

'Just love me' he said carefully. 'Love me for who I am.'

She kissed his nose. 'Of course I love you, silly man.' Her kisses followed a path south, until she was once again exploring the forested acres of his chest, then lower still until she was at the margin of the black wiry hairs at his groin. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, and telling herself she had to do this to prove to herself that she could, she slipped lower still and Starsky felt her breath hot and humid on the centre of his body.

The brunet groaned as he felt wet lips circle him and draw him inside. The suction was powerful, the pull on his body hard and firm. He moved his hips experimentally. She'd never gone down on him so early before and he wanted this to last, but the way she was attacking him, her tongue and talented lips working so hard on his he could already feel the heat in his balls and the tension as his climax appeared on the horizon.

'Oh God' he moaned. 'No, slower, make it last honey mmmmnnnn, shit that's so good' he crooned softly. And still she continued, working her way up and down his shaft as he hovered over the precipice of a thunderous climax. When she wasn't sucking him into her mouth, she was licking down his length slowly and blowing cool air gently onto his tip. He groaned again and couldn't help but thrust upwards into her mouth although he remembered that she'd said he was too big for her to take in whole.

'Gina' he mumbled 'Oh God honey, I can't hold on, I'm nearly there. Just gimme ……mmmmnnnn oh my God that's so good. I'm gonna….can't hold on honey' he whispered, delighted that for once he was going to get to finish in the way he wanted. But instead, as Gina felt him turn to the consistency of granite, she lost her composure, snapped her head away and took him in her hand finishing him in two soft strokes so that he spilled his essence over his own belly.

She sagged back against him, hearing his pained gasps as he tried to get his breath under control and without thinking she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom, her memories of Ramsey too fresh for her to handle.

In the bedroom, Starsky sat up and grabbed for his tee shirt wiping his belly as he wondered what had made her stop so suddenly. Had he done something wrong? Had he said something he shouldn't? Why were relationships so fuckin' complicated? He heard her in his bathroom and swung his legs over the side of the bed, padding out into the living room and was startled to see that she was once again dressed. He looked at her, confused.

'Gina? What's the matter honey? Are you ok?'

She looked at him tearfully. How could she tell him about Ramsey? She'd vowed to keep that to herself and besides, after such a tender show, how could she possibly tell the truth now? She wiped her eyes angrily.

'I'm sorry Dave. I shouldn't have come tonight. I um…. I have a headache and….'

'Headache? Are you sure that's all it is?' Starsky hadn't been a cop all those years without learning how to read body language. And she was uncomfortable, angry or upset about something. 'Have I done sumthin? Did I hurt ya?'

'Oh God no. You're….. you're wonderful. It's me, it's my fault' she mumbled.

'Can I get ya sumthin for your head? I got aspirin' he offered.

'No, it's going away now' she lied. The look of compassion and hurt in his eyes was more than she could bear. How could she contemplate leaving him? But there again, How could she have two timed him with that snake earlier?

'You sure you're ok?'

Gina smiled wanly. 'Yeah, I'm sure.'

'Then come back to bed and we can finish off' he smiled gently. 'We only got to second base and I need to make sure we get a home run.' Gently he took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.

For half an hour or so they lay next to each other, comfortable and undemanding, each cuddling the other without making any demands, but as the night wore on, Starsky couldn't help but allow his hands to start petting her again, his fingers roving over her body gently at first and then more insistently. And this time, Gina responded to him, echoing his movements with strokes of her own until once again Starsky's cock rose up proud and ready between them.

'Are ya ready honey?' he whispered into her hair a he leaned over her, positioned and ready. She nodded a little hesitantly.

'Uh huh.'

'You ok? he said as he eased himself in until he was sheathed part way inside her warm body. She closed her eyes, acclimatising herself to his bulk inside her.

'So big' she sighed as she felt him start to move gently in and out. She'd told him once before that either he was too big or she was too small to take him completely and now she could feel him holding himself back. But pretty soon, he'd picked up the momentum and she tried to open herself to him more fully. He didn't hurt her on purpose but as he finally came with a rough shout, she yelped once at the huge invasion and he kissed her, apology in his eyes as he toppled sideways and held her close.

'I love you Gina Bianchi. Don't ever let anyone come between us huh?'