Disclaimer: Sam, Jo, Phil, Zain, Terry, Jack and Neil are not mine. I wrote this before Zain's exit, so just imagine he never left!
Chapter 40:
Sam crept up behind her unsuspecting fiancée, happily watching the friendly football match between the CID departments from Sun Hill and Barton Street. The blonde slid her arms through her lover's own, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist and resting her hands on Jo's stomach.
"Heya." Jo called over her shoulder, instantly recognising the familiar hands around her body.
"Hey gorgeous."
Jo looked down at the blonde's hands, placing her own over the top of them; "Does it feel right?"
Knowing the woman was referring to her pregnancy, Sam paused. "It's starting to."
Jo smiled, appreciating the blonde's honesty, "Good. It won't come instantly, but you'll get there in the end, I promise."
"Yeah, I'm sure I will." Sam didn't sound as positive as Jo did, unsure if that statement was true or not.
"You will." Jo reassured, noticing the blonde's hesitancy. "You've only known for three weeks, I've had longer than that to come to terms with it, I did feel like you do at one point. Now come here." The brunette said while stepping out of the embrace, moving behind Sam and replicating their previous position, although with her behind the petite blonde this time.
"What have I missed?" Sam asked, leaning back Jo's shoulder.
"Phil prancing around like an idiot mainly, with Terry attempting to kick the ball thrown in for good measure. Zain's quite good actually, as is Jack. Not much to say about Neil really, hasn't done much, stood and watched mainly."
"It's too much like hard work for Neil, he's only playing to make up the numbers. What's the score?"
"Nil-Nil."
"Oh, were doing well then." Sam commented sarcastically, eyes lazily following the ball down the pitch, attached to Phil's legs, the male seeming to mutated into a professional football player since Sam's arrival. With a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure the blonde DI was watching, he skilfully kicked the ball into the back of the net. This resulted in the crowd cheering wildly, Jo shocked at the loud scream coming from the blonde standing in front of her, still leaning on her shoulder and causing her eardrum to vibrate rapidly at the sudden noise.
"Sam, I think you've deafened me." Jo moaned, putting one hand over her ear, reiterating the point.
"Sorry." Sam said sheepishly. The blonde looked ahead of her to see Phil running towards her, a grin on his face. "Hey Phil, nice goal."
"Oh, it was nothing." Phil brushed the comment aside modestly, revelling in the attention he was receiving from his DI.
"Yeah, course it was." Sam added sarcastically, wriggling as she felt Jo casually and subtly rub the small of her back, hiding her actions from anyone around them. Composing herself and relaxing at the contact, Sam refocused on the male standing in front of her.
"You alright Sam?" Phil asked, unaware of Jo's actions out of sight.
'Yeah, yeah, I'm…" Sam paused and squirmed again as Jo heightened the pressure on her back, Sam still guilty of lust every time their bodies touched, knowing Jo was fully aware of what she was doing to the blonde. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Phil asked, concerned about the blonde, "Is it too cold out here or something. You shouldn't get too cold Sam, you need to recover properly from you're lack of sleep when Jo was missing. You don't want to get ill."
"Really Phil, I'm, uh…" Sam unintentionally arched her back, revelling in the contact from her lover, yet trying to regain composure in front of her colleagues. "I'm fine, honest."
"Sam, really, you should go inside, Jo tell her." He looked to the brunette for support, pleading silently to back him up.
"She's fine out here Phil." Jo smiled, applying more pressure to the back of the wriggling blonde, causing the petite woman to almost scream, the DI biting down on her bottom lip just in time.
"Look, I've got to go back and play, make sure you go inside if you don't feel too good, okay?"
"Yeah…sure." Sam managed to say before the male ran back to join the other players on the pitch. The moment he was out of earshot Sam spun to face Jo, pulling the back of her top down slightly as she turned. "Jo!"
"What, didn't you like it?" Jo asked innocently, as if unaware of Sam's discomfort in front of Phil.
"Jo, you know exactly what was wrong. You made me turn to bloody jelly in front of Phil. He thinks I'm ill." Sam tried to sound annoyed although found herself unable to fight back the laughter.
"You loved it though. Go on, admit it."
"Yeah, okay, I admit it, but can't we save the back rubs until we're indoor and alone?"
"Not if a back rub's the only thing we can't, I won't be able to keep away from you. It's taking all my will power right now to stop me from leading you astray right here." Jo replied cheekily, causing the blonde to blush slightly.
"Yes, well, make sure you control yourself DC Masters, or I won't be able to allow you the position of Detective Sergeant."
"What does that mean?"
"That mean, DC Masters, that you passed you're Sergeant's exams. And we would like to offer you the position of DS, if you still want it?"
"I passed? Oh my God! When did you find out? I got the job? Oh my God!"
Sam smiled at Jo, remembering the day she was told she passed her Sergeant's exams, feeling the brunette's excitement. "Yes, you passed. I've just found out, that's why I was over there. And yes, you got the job."
Jo grinned, unable to control her excitement she pulled Sam closer to her, barely millimetres apart, capturing the blonde's lips with her own, forgetting about the officers from both Sun Hill and Barton Street surrounding them. As their kiss intensified, More people around them noticed, the pair hearing wolf whistles, though fortunately, none seemed to be coming from the Sun Hill officers. Jo pulled back, aware that if she went any further she might not be able to stop.
Sam bit her lip, amazed at the fact she wasn't even embarrassed at the cheers coming from Barton Street, all unaware that they were an item. The blonde laughed as she realised that they would never hear the end of this given the close contact they had to keep with Barton Street.