Back again, hope you enjoyed the last update, and will enjoy this one too.

On with the show.

Goodnight sweetheart goodnight

Gerry was sure he was asleep, in fact he knew he was, he could feel the bed beneath him, the soft sheets under his skin, he could even feel the slight breeze on his upper body coming in from the open window. Yet he could here someone talking to him, he was not sure if he was dreaming the sound, but he was reluctant to open his eyes and break the comfort of his sleepy state.

"Gerry, Gerry wake up!" Sandra finally yelled in Gerry's ear as he sprung out of bed.

"What where's the fire" He said half falling half stumbling out of bed until he was standing facing Sandra from the opposite side of the bed.

"Sandra what in the hell?" Gerry said finally realising what had happened and whipping the sleep from his eyes. Taking in Sandra's appearance he noted that she looked kind of sweaty, even in the dull light the way her hair clung to her scalp and the obvious sweat coming from her brow now concerned him.

"Sandra are you ok, you look ill, are you running a fever." Gerry said running around the end of the bed and placing his hand on Sandra's forehead.

"I'm fine Gerry just hot, the heating is suck on in my bedroom and the window is locked." Sandra said now feeling uncomfortable about Gerry's proximity. Backing herself away slightly Sandra watched Gerry as his face held concern then realisation.

"Oh shit sorry Sandra, the key to that window went missing months ago, but I will come a check out the radiator." He said moving across the room, not wanting to get to close. He had seen that scared look in Sandra's eyes again and there was no way he wanted to make things any more awkward between them. No more awkward than they already were of course.

"Ok thanks." Sandra said not realising just what Gerry was trying to do as he hugged the wall on the way out of his bed room, and she briefly wondered if all the sweat she had produced lying in that stifling room had made her smell bad.

Gerry opened the door to the spare room and took a step back at the wall of heat that greeted him.

"Jesus, no wonder you're a bit sweaty, how did you stand it?" Gerry said glancing back at Sandra who was not looking to please. The mention of her less than perfect appearance didn't seemed to go down to well and once again Gerry decided to get on with what he had come here to do.

"I fell asleep at first well for about half an hour anyway, then I woke up this respectable recreation of the Nairobi desert." Sandra quipped as Gerry swiped at the droplets of sweat that were already beginning to build as he crouched down next to the radiator.

"No it's no use, it's jammed on." He exclaimed after several minutes of pulling and tugging, and of course more sweat.

"Great now what I can't sleep in this." Sandra said more worried than upset. The next words out of Gerry's mouth were predictable though.

He was a rogue but he was also a gentleman and Sandra could see his offer coming a mile off.

"I'll take the couch you can have my room." He said as he ushered them out of the door, letting it close behind them, and letting the cool breeze in the hall way cool their hot bodies.

"No way, I am not having you sleep on that hard sofa, while I take you bed. No I will take the sofa I will be fine." Sandra said, but she knew this was not going to be that easy.

"You really think I am going to let you take the sofa, you must think I am a complete bastard." Gerry replied as he folded his arms across his chest and Sandra knew that he wouldn't be budging.

"This is getting us no where, look we are two adults, your bed is large enough for both of us, I am sure we can share." Sandra said, not knowing is she was just testing herself, to make sure that she could do this. That she wasn't as infatuated with her cockney, slightly charming, chain smoking colleague, who could also cook a mean Vindaloo.

Gerry was stunned into silence, how was he going to do this? If he said no though he would have to come up with a damm good excuse as to why he still wanted the sofa.

He could hardly come out with. Sorry Sandra but I would rather sleep on the hard couch than spend the night in permanent sexual frustration. No that wouldn't be the cleverest thing he could do.

Realising that he hadn't said anything for a few moments and Sandra was now staring at him pointedly Gerry decided he had just better suck it up and go with it.

"Yeah ok sure, left or right"? He said using his typical crude humour to diffuse the situation.

"Pardon?" Sandra said, she realised that perhaps her brain was not working as well as it normally would do. But what did she expect at three in the morning.

"Left or right side of the bed, I tend to lie in the middle so it doesn't matter to me." Gerry answered as he pushed open the door to his cool bedroom and Sandra took a deep breath.

"Mind if I have the side nearest the window?" She said moving around to the left hand side of the bed and pulling back the sheet.

"Nah go for it." Gerry replied in a much more confident voice, far more confident than he was feeling anyway. His stomach was doing flip flops and he heart was beating like a drum inside his chest.

He watched as Sandra tucked first one slim leg under then sheet followed by the other. The shiny material of her pyjama's caught his eyes, and he wondered for a second how they might feel under his fingers. With the heat of her skin underneath.

Gerry shook his head, these were not the kind of thoughts that would make this night any easier. Luckily Sandra did not appear to have noticed his ogling as she was fluffing her pillow and trying to get comfortable.

Sandra couldn't look at Gerry, she knew he was watching her and it was making her cheeks flush.

Giving her pillow a good pounding and willing her over active imagination to shut the hell up, she placed her head down on the pillow and faced the window, away from Gerry with her back to him.

She could here him shuffling about behind her, trying to ignore the slight heat she could feel along her spine, created by his body heat Sandra closed her eyes.

"Goodnight Gerry." She said softly not tuning her body, or even her head, she did not want to know just how close they were. Or the fact that only her thin pyjama shirt separated them from touching skin to skin.

Gerry heard Sandra say goodnight, and he was sorely tempted to ignore her, to let her think he had fallen asleep already, but he knew that she would never believe that.

Turning on to his side looking right at Sandra's back he noticed that the blonde had not moved a muscle since she had lay down and he tried to put that down to her not wanting to give him any ideas.

Something did not ring quite true about that though, she had been acting strange around him all night. Not quite meeting his eyes, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks whenever he made a lurid joke. Not to mention the fact that she had flirted back with him, instead of calling him a tosser and slapping him across the face.

No she was feeling just the same as he was, she was hot and bothered and not just because of the faulty heating. Gerry smiled slightly to himself and closed his eyes too.

"Goodnight Sandra."

Sandra didn't know how long she had been asleep, but judging from the fact that it was still dark outside she guessed that it hadn't been long. Realising just why she had woken up Sandra stiffened her whole body at the feel of Gerry so close to her.

One of his hands was draped around her waist, and one of her legs was positioned between his.

'Shit' she thought to herself, she didn't know what to do, if she moved he might wake up and then what, more awkwardness, more red faces and more feelings becoming even more obvious.

Yet is she stayed still and fell back to sleep what about the morning she would have to go though the same thing. Plus there was the fact that her body really wanted her to stay right where she was, wrapped up safe in Gerry's embrace.

'Shit' she thought again as Gerry began to stir, his arm tightened around her body slightly before it relaxed again. Sandra had totally stopped breathing now as she felt the sweat roll down her face once more, but this had nothing to do with the heat in the room.

Just as she was about to end it all and move over Gerry removed his hand and rolled over on to his stomach, muttering something about a potato as he went.

For a brief moment Sandra was more concerned with the fact Gerry had been dreaming about a potato, while holding her while she slept than the fact she was now free.

Huffing slightly but pleased that the situation was back to within tolerable levels Sandra pulled herself back over more on to her side of the bed and fell back to sleep once more.

Gerry had woken up with his arm wrapped around Sandra's waist and realised that she was awake too. He could tell by how tense her body was, and her irregular breathing. Thinking the best way to deal with this would be to pretend to still be asleep and just roll away Gerry decided that was his plan of action.

Not wanting it to look to fake he decided to mutter something, nothing to do with sex that was and the only thing he could come up with was potato's. Having decided that there would be no way Sandra could misinterpret that for him having a sexual dream about here Gerry rolled over on to his stomach and listened for the sounds of Sandra relaxing once more. To his eternal happiness he did not have to wait long.

Ok sorry it is short, but we still have another night to go you know so any feed back you wish to leave let me know. Is it ok so far, I would like to know if I am getting the tone right, a little sexual tension coupled with humour was what I was aiming for, which for me is a step ot of my comfort zone as I am an action drama kind of gal.

Anyway thanks for reading XxX