Phryne smiled brightly as she sailed past the front desk and towards Jack's office door. "Hallo Hugh!"
The poor boy looked particularly bug-eyed this afternoon, and she felt a surge of affection for the hapless Constable as he began to choke on his tea. She came around and gave him a few thumps on the back, but it only seemed to make things worse, and he'd gone awfully red, so when a Sergeant appeared with a glass of water, she thought it best to leave them to it. After all, she was aware that such things sometimes seemed to happen to men in her presence.
She couldn't wait to see Jack. She had actually come earlier and been told that the Inspector and Constable Collins had been called out to a body (which her further enquiries had deemed a rather boring one, as far as she was concerned), so she had gone to do a little shopping before returning.
Now she was absolutely aquiver. *Surely* he would have discovered her substitution by now; after all, other than its intended purpose, he used his handkerchief for any number of reasons during a day – wiping ink from his fingers or the barrel of his pen, removing greasy fingerprints from his telephone handset…
It just remained to be seen whether he would play the game.
He looked up as she swept into his office, and stood almost immediately. "Miss Fisher…"
He moved to the door connecting his office with the Interview Room hallway, closing it and locking it swiftly.
She breathed in excitedly, taking his actions as her cue, and doing the same to the anterior door, before turning to him with the most neutral expression she could muster.
He resumed his chair and fixed her with a stern expression. "Is it possible that you have *misplaced* something?"
She came around the desk, taking her usual perch as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Whatever do you mean, Inspector?"
"Well… imagine my surprise when *this* appeared instead of my handkerchief… when I went to retrieve it *at a crime scene*… as *Collins* couldn't locate his…"
She goggled at him for a moment (At a scene! Uh oh… and that would explain Hugh's behaviour) before regaining her composure, as he pulled the black knickers from his pocket. "Fancy that…! But whatever makes you think they're mine?"
He held them up for her to inspect in much the same fashion as he had done earlier for himself, and she made a show of reading the embroidery. "P loves J… How sweet!" She leaned down towards him and batted her eyelashes once again. "Well, you know what they say, Jack… 'If the shoe fits', and all that…"
He tilted his head in acknowledgment, and she stood upright, catching her skirt and hiking it up to reveal stockings that were roll-gartered just above her knees, then much higher again so that a dark thatch of curls was just revealed between her creamy thighs – oh yes, she had come prepared.
Phryne saw Jack swallow thickly, and she briefly wondered if he were angry, before he lifted his smouldering gaze to meet hers. Ah hah! The game was still afoot. She watched him through hooded eyes as he leaned down, and she obediently lifted each foot so that he could slide the silk over her shoes, up her legs, and around her hips.
She breathed slowly as his thumbs moved under the lace hems and swept up the diagonal creases they found there, to her hip bones, and back again; then back and around to cup her buttocks. His eyes were locked with hers as he kneaded them gently, before releasing them.
"They appear to be a perfect fit, Miss Fisher… Don't you think so?"
Phryne gasped involuntarily as his thumb pressed firmly into the outline of the heart, straight into her throbbing bundle of nerves; as, of course, had been her intention in having it placed there – but still, it was a pleasant shock.
"Uh hmmm…" She closed her eyes as he made a couple of gentle circles within the heart, then stroked his thumb down between her legs.
"Although…" he continued, "perhaps they could do with a little adjustment… here…"
She closed her eyes as the fingers of both of his hands crept under the hems, and ventured into the curls beneath.
She soon found herself incapable of coherent thought, as his clever fingers kept up their ministrations, and she put a hand out to steady herself on his desk.
She was panting now, and he withdrew his fingers, instead smoothing them down the silk front, again and again, her slick wetness spreading through the fabric with every stroke. The build-up within her core was delicious, and she knew something even more wonderful was coming when Jack's intense eyes met hers once again.
He smoothed the fabric once more, then his hands gripped both of her hips, and his head bent forward so that his nose brushed the embroidered heart.
She moaned, and his tongue flicked out to gently probe the spot where his nose had been a moment before, manipulating her tip through the silk, and making her legs tremble.
… Again, with slightly more pressure…
God… the things this man could do to her… She was so close… Two or three more times and she would fall apart, right here in his office…
She panted his name; and suddenly he leaned back, releasing her so that her skirt fell back to its rightful place. She watched him in confusion as he stood abruptly and moved around her, collecting his hat; then in disbelief as he unlocked and opened the hallway door, followed by the anterior door.
"Collins! If you've finished your pie we have a witness to interview… Let's go…"
Phryne stared at her lover, absolutely dumbstruck. How could he do this to her? She knew her little trick had not turned out quite the way she had planned, but still…
He turned and smirked at her. "Are you *coming* Miss Fisher?"
Yes, she was going to kill him…
The End xo