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Phil pushed open the door to the Canley Arms and the noise hit him and Sam. The place was completely full. Phil's brow furrowed in confusion; it was Monday night. Sam sensed and shared his confusion, until she looked around a little more. She nudged Phil's arm and leant close so he would hear her.

"Over there" she said pointing. Taking up almost the whole pub was a large group of very drunk women, obviously celebrating someone's hen night. Phil looked at Sam and nodded, clearly amused. He leant close to Sam's ear and she shivered as his breath tickled her neck.

"Doesn't look like we'll have much privacy tonight." Sam looked up at him and he smiled flirtatiously. Sam just rolled her eyes and dragged Phil through the crowd towards the other Sun Hill officers she had spotted.

"Hey everyone!" Phil said loudly, trying to be heard over the drunken giggles.

There was a chorus of 'hello's in reply and Phil looked round for a spare seat. No such luck.

Smithy noticed his predicament and got everyone on the bench seat to move up. Phil sat next to Smithy and Sam squeezed on the edge. The whole side of her body was pressed closely to Phil's. He smiled gently at her and she knew he was apologising in his own way. She smiled back.

Mickey stood up and took drink orders before heading to the bar. Phil and Smithy were having an animated conversation about something to do with football and as much as Sam tried to pay attention, she cared far less about football than the ever present feel of Phil's body on hers.

Mickey returned with drinks and set the tray on the table. Phil reached forward for his drink and Sam noticed him wince.

"Are your ribs still hurting?" she whispered discreetly, sure that Phil wouldn't want the fuss.

He leaned close to her again and she felt a shiver ripple down her spine.

"Look Sam, I really don't think now is the time for you to take my clothes off and feel me up, okay?" He smirked.

Sam shot him a playful glare and shook her head. He leant back in again.

"Seriously though, I'm fine. I appreciate the concern." He said gently as he reached for her hand and clasped it tenderly. Sam smiled and squeezed back.

The evening followed with chatter about work, friendly arguments about sport and progressively louder laughter and shrieking. Neither Phil or Sam took an active part in the conversations, except for the occasional comment.

Instead, they shared discreet smiles and secret looks. No one else seemed to notice. Phil didn't remove his hand from Sam's and Sam didn't want him to. She revelled in the feeling of security in holding his hand.

As it got later, the landlord cleared a dance floor for the hen night girls and before long the Sun Hill officers were joining in with the dancing. Soon only Sam and Phil were left at the table, quite content to just sit with each other, chatting quietly.

Suddenly Dan and Will (both very drunk by this point) came over to the table and forced Sam and Phil onto the dance floor. Phil laughed at Sam's horrified expression.

"Oh come on Sam, you almost look like you don't want to dance with me! I'd be quite offended you know." Phil joked. Sam laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I don't dance Phil, you know that."

"I know, I know." He admitted. "Just this once? For me?" He pulled his famous puppy dog look.

"How could I possibly refuse now?" Sam laughed as she followed Phil into the crowd of dancers.

Phil spun Sam round as they reached a space on the floor and Sam giggled- actually giggled- at Phil's awful dancing. Sam had to admit that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

After a few fast dance songs, a slow one came on and Sam looked sheepishly up at Phil. Glancing around she could see that the drunk hen night girls were all dancing with each other and her colleagues were all joking dancing together.

Phil smiled and shrugged at her. She replied by stepping closer to him and placing her arms round the back of his neck. Phil rested his hands on her hips and they moved slowly together.

Sam closed her eyes and rested her head on Phil's shoulder. She lost the sound of the music and laughter; all she could hear and feel was the reverberations of Phil's heart beating in his chest.

Phil ducked his head down close to Sam's and breathed in the scent of her hair: heaven to him. He could feel her following every movement she made and he didn't care how clichéd it sounded; she felt right in his arms.

All too quickly the song ended and the landlord declared it the last. People began to file out of the pub and she absentmindedly wished good bye to several of her colleagues.

Phil placed his hand on the small of her back again as he lead her to his car.

The journey back to Sam's was quiet but comfortable. Soon Phil pulled up outside Sam's house and opened the door for her again. He walked her to her door and smiled as she fumbled with her keys. Finally she got the door open and turned to face Phil.

"I had a really great time tonight." She said genuinely.

"Yeah, so did I" Phil replied before hesitating, "Maybe we could do it again sometime? Just the two of us I mean." He held his breath, dreading rejection. Surely he can't have misread the situation tonight.

"I'd love to" Sam smiled.

"Great" Phil said. "Well, good night Sam."

Phil kissed Sam lightly on the cheek and returned to his car.

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