A/N: Thanks for your reviews so far. But believe me, this story is not only sweet, it's also hot. Like chocolate with chilli! ;-)
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chapter 3
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Peter's party had been held quite a bit away from Barbara's flat so the drive home took them about thirty minutes. Barbara blamed their rising chattiness on the relaxing darkness and the cosy warmth inside the cab. Somehow she felt hyped-up after too many days with too less sleep and her bed already calling for her. Her boss seemed to be equally overexcited. He fidgeted about in his seat and almost flirtatiously they tattled about Peter's illustrious guests, the party and the buffet.
"And that reminds me of those." Barbara laughed and another bit disappeared between her lips. "Oh. Vanilla cream."
Tommy was paralysed. For less than a second her lips had licked her fingers and now she was chewing it with a satisfied smile. Her eyes beamed happily at him although she kept her typical hint of doubt shown in those two almost invisible small vertical lines on her forehead.
Suddenly all Tommy wanted was to kiss all doubts, all her fears, objections, restrictions, self-criticism and frown at the world away right now but of course he should not. Honestly! She was his Sergeant!
He quickly ate one of his own loot and looked the other way. His mind was wandering on dangerous grounds again and he thought he knew that his Sergeant was not waiting for him at the end of this walk. She probably would lash out at him if he would try to approach her in that inappropriate way that filled his head.
"Oh, look, we're almost there." Barbara excitedly chirped like a child before a visit at the zoo and almost hopped towards him on the broad leather bench in the back of the cab. She leaned over and was shocked about her almost seductively sounding voice when she asked him to have a nightcap with her.
Knowing that it was not the best idea to have another drink with Barbara in the privacy of her own flat while he was in that broodingly longing mood he still agreed and paid the driver. In a haste he followed Barbara who had almost bounced towards the door to her flat. She felt light-headed and it certainly rubbed off on Tommy who had almost forgot his brooding mood in the instant he saw her shaking her head with a big grin.
After hanging her coat on the hook she carelessly discarded her shoes at the door and Tommy mimicked her behaviour. While she bustled about in the kitchen fetching a glass and two bottles of beer from the fridge he shoved some shirts from her sofa onto the armchair and plonked himself down on the cleared space.
"Here we are, Sir. Fancy a pint?" she impishly grinned seeing him picking some cookie crumbles from her napkin with dough treats that he carefully had spread on the coffee table. Barbara only had thrown it there.
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