Thank you for the reviews so far! I'm so glad many of you have stuck with this! There's only like four chapters left until this story comes to an end! It's been a blast writing this, but i wouldn't have been able to do it without the support of you guys! Thanks!
This chapter is for my mum! Happy Mother's day!

Also, some of you may know that Green Street 2 comes out tomorrow. I got mine on Saturday though from pre-order and even though Dave is the only 'real' one, you should still go and see it!

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The Dragon and the Rose

Chapter Twenty Three

Seriously… I hate you guys

Lucy, Libby and Tegan sat in the Abbey, away from their usual table in case one of the lads came in and saw them.

They were huddled by the pool table; coke's in hand, murmuring to themselves, with giggles every now and again. Libby was munching on a Galaxy bar as Terry flashed them an odd look as they burst into a fit of giggles once more, shaking his head.

'Can I get you ladies anything?' he called. Lucy shook her head.

'We're fine, thanks,' she said, before laughing at the private joke between them.

'Lucy, I'm being serious!' Libby complained. 'I need to go something to spice up our sex lives. We've been having it less and less and a girl has her needs!'

'Don't we all?' grinned Tegan. 'I say blindfold him.'

Libby frowned for a moment. 'That might work.'

'Poor Swill,' laughed Lucy. 'Actually, coming to think of it, he'll probably enjoy it. I can't see myself blinding folding Bov.' The three girls laughed again.

'How about toys?' asked Libby, eyes twinkling with humour.

'Toys?'

'Yeah, like…' she blushed a little. 'Whipped cream or… lube. Something to make it fun.'

Lucy almost choked on her drink, eyes wide.

'Does it work?'

'Yeah.'

'I don't know… Bov's hardly the type of guy who'd want to experiment.'

'You have to take control of the relationship!' Tegan said. 'Grab it by the nuts and take control! Who cares if he wants to experiment or not.'

'Yeah, you have needs.' Lucy looked at her two friends, before smiling.

'Where am I going to get… toys?' Libby smiled.

'Ever heard of Ann Summers?' Lucy shook her head as Tegan sniggered.

'What?'

'I think it's time we go shopping,' smiled Libby, before holding out a piece of Galaxy. 'Chocolat? Pour vous.'

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Lucy was going to die of embarrassment.

Bov would just laugh in her face and tell Pete and then she'd get shit for the rest of her life.

But… it was worth a try? If it wasn't, she could always just kill herself. She heard the front door slam.

'Bov!' she yelled. 'Can you come up 'ere, please?' Did she sound too motherly? Lucy heard footsteps on the stairs, and cringed, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Sexy, red laced mini shorts and a bra that hardly covered anything.

She was never shopping with Libs and Tegan again.

The bedroom door opened and Bovver stepped in, stopping in his tracks at the sight of her. His eyes widened as he looked her up and down.

'I… thought… I look bad, don't I?' she said weakly. Bovver shook his head, pulling off his jumper and dropping it on the floor.

'I think you look fucking gorgeous,' he muttered, stepping towards her and pulling her to him. He met her lips in a crushing kiss, her hands going to pull his t-shirt over his head. 'What've I done to deserve this?'

'Wait… Bov… there's more…' His looked at her in disbelief.

'What? You've got three birds hiding in the wardrobe?'

She hit his arm, before rolling out from under him and opening the top drawer of her bed side table. She pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and as soon as Bov saw it, he burst out laughing.

'I don't need any of that, Luce,' he chuckled. 'I ain't gay, you know.'

'No… I mean, it's just for fun.' Lucy flushed deep red as he continued to laugh, before pulling off the top and squirting it over his chest. Bov jumped, frowning down at the slippery substance.

'You shouldn't 'ave done that,' he smirked.

'Or what?' Lucy asked, playfully. Bov clambered off the bed, reaching out to grab her. She dated out the way, falling onto the bed and grabbing a pillow. She whacked him with it as he grabbed the bottle, drizzling it over her.

Lucy laughed, pulling her close to him and biting his neck gently.

'Mummy?' said a small voice in the doorway. The two jumped away, Lucy trying to wipe the substance from her stomach.

'Yeah?' she said, breathlessly, blowing hair out her eyes.

'What're you doing?'

'Just… fooling around.'

'Will you read me a bedtime story?'

'Sure,' she smiled, pulling on her dressing gown which was hanging off the bed and pulling it on. She looked back at Bov with a wink, before following Charlie out the room.

'Don't be long,' she heard Bov call.

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Tegan was quiet. Pete frowned, as he watched her wash up. He sat at the kitchen table, the history homework he was supposed to be marking piled up in front of him.

'You alright?' he asked. Tegan glanced behind her with a smile.

'Yeah.' She went back to washing up. Pete's frown deepened as he put down his pen and got to his feet.

'There's summing up,' he said, coming to stand beside her. 'Tegan?'

'I was talking with Libs and Luce today,' she said, absent-mindedly. 'They were talking about sex-'

'Do I need to know about Lucy's sex life?' he asked, a grin on his lips.

'I just thought you'd be able to give Bov some direction.'

'And get punched in the face?' The two laughed, Tegan relaxing slightly, as she dried her hands on a tea towel.

'And… they seemed so happy with their husbands and their… children…' she trailed off, looking up at him. 'Don't you ever see yourself as a dad?'

Pete stared back at her, shaking his head.

'I ain't that type of person.'

'Pete, you work in a school.'

'I know, but I couldn't… we're still young, Tegan...we have ages yet…' he gabbled. 'Look, I'm meeting the guys at the Abbey.' He leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss. 'Talk later, yeah?'

Tegan stared at him in disbelief as Pete left the kitchen in a hurry. What was Pete so scared of?

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Pete watched as Swill frowned over his beer, glancing at his watch every now and then.

'What's up with you?' he asked, a slight grin on his lips. 'Waiting for someone?'

'Is it me, or 'as Dave not been around for a while?' Pete frowned. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Dave since being at the hospital.

'No, I 'aven't,' the blonde replied. 'I'm sure he's just busy at work.'

'He usually texts me, if he's not going to make it. Not a beep.' The two glanced up as Bov came over, taking a seat on a stool.

'Has Tegan said anything to you about Lucy?' he asked Pete. Pete paused for a moment, before grinning.

'Yeah, she did actually.' Bovver groaned.

'What is it with women? Lucy wants another baby and… more sex.'

'Libby was saying something about that,' Swill put in, distracted from his Dave dilemma for a moment. 'She wants to spice things up a bit.'

'Tegan was talking about babies,' Pete said, looking uncomfortable. 'It's not 'er, it's just… I don't mind being an uncle and everything, but being a dad myself…' He shook his head. 'I don't know if I could do it.'

'It's easier then it looks,' Swill reassured. 'Just don't drop it and you'll be fine.' Pete laughed, as the door of the Abbey swung open.

'Dave!' Swill said, grinning broadly. 'You're back!'

'I didn't go anywhere,' frowned Dave. He was dressed in his uniform, but looked a little… scruffier than usual. He took a seat beside Swill. 'Who's paying then?'

'There's lipstick on your collar,' Swill blurted out. Bov and Pete stopped talking, turning to look at the pink lipstick mark that was indeed on Dave's collar.

Dave tensed. 'No, there isn't.'

'Yeah there is!' Swill laughed.

'No, there isn't.'

'Dave… fucking 'ell, mate. Who is it?' Swill asked, still laughing. He reached out to tug his collar for a closer look, but Dave jerked away.

'Oi,' he muttered. Swill elbowed him playfully in the said, Bov and Pete watching with equal grins.

'C'mon, mate, is she fit?' Swill continued. Dave got to his feet.

'Fuck off,' he growled. 'I'm not with anyone, alright? Just… fuck off, you twat.' He moved away from the table, slamming open the door of the Abbey and disappearing outside.

'Jesus,' Swill muttered. 'I was only joking. What the fucks wrong with him?' Pete frowned.

'Maybe work's just stressful at the moment.' Swill stared at the door, feeling hopeful when it opened again.

The hope melted away when Rhys came through the door on his crutches, still looking bruised and sore. 'Pete,' he called. 'Can I talk to you?'

The blonde nodded, getting to his feet and moving to meet the cripple. 'Yeah?' he asked, expecting another argument.

'I wanted to say sorry, okay? I… I was wrong. And…' he struggled to find the right words. 'I'm just sorry okay?' Pete nodded, a smile on his lips.

'I'm sorry too, mate.'

'Now,' Rhys grinned. 'How about a pint?'

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Swill sat on his sofa, leaning forward with his head in his hands. 'I've fucked up, Libs,' he complained. Libby sighed, sitting down beside him and leaning against his arm.

'I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it.'

'You didn't see him. He was… so not like Dave, y'know. He… he was different. The real Dave would 'ave joked along. It was just a joke!'

Libby sighed. Swill was clearly upset about what had happened at the Abbey. She leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

'Why don't you try and ring him?' she asked.

'I 'ave. Like ten times. He won't pick up.' Swill groaned, rubbing his eyes. 'He's my best mate! I've fucked up.'

'Just go round there and sort it out,' Libby suggested, squeezing his hand. Swill paused for a moment, before nodding.

'I'm taking Jenny.'

'I just put her to bed,' Libby frowned.

'She won't mind going to see Uncle Dave. And anyway, she brings the cute factor. He won't be able to resist and he'll be my mate again in no time!' Swill grinned, happy at his plan to make things alright.

Getting up off the sofa, he moved up the stairs, knocking lightly on Jenny's door. Pushing it open, he turned on the light.

'Whoisit?' Jenny groaned, rubbing her eyes.

'Time to wake up, Jenella.'

'I ain't even sleeped yet,' she mumbled, shutting her eyes again. Swill moved over and pulled the covers away. Lifting the snoozing child up, he moved back out the room and down the stairs. Grabbing her coat from the hanger, he stood her up and tugged it on over her pink pajamas.

'You didn't even change her,' Libby sighed.

'We've got no time to loose,' Swill replied, pushing slippers on the little girl's feet. Picking her up again, he opened the front door. 'I'll be back in a bit,' he said, before shutting it behind him. Swill made his way down the street, the cool night air waking Jenny up a little. She yawned, blinked, looking around.

'Why are we going out?' she asked, yawning again. 'It's night time.'

'We're going to go and see Uncle Dave,' he smiled.

'Why? Why not in the morning?'

'We had to go now,' he replied, heading down the block and rounding a corner. Jenny remained quiet during the walk to Dave's, resting her head on his shoulder. When they arrived, the lights in the living room were on, but the curtains were shut. Swill cleared his throat, before knocking hard. And not stopping until Dave answered the door.

'For fuck sake, what?' he snapped, ignoring Jenny's little gasp. There was a giggle from inside and Swill frowned.

'Who's in there?'

'What does it matter to you?' Dave replied. Swill leaned in to peer into the front room, catching sight of three women in their underwear stood by the fireplace. Dave stepped to the side to block his way, drawing the door closer to him. 'Are you finished? I'm a little busy.'

'I can fucking see that!' Swill said, outraged. Dave sighed.

'Take Jenny home. She's cold,' he said, before shutting the door in their faces. There was a moment's silence.

'Is Uncle Dave mad at us?' Jenny asked in a small voice.

'No,' Swill replied, with a sigh. 'Just me.'

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Oh no, what's Dave up to? And will he and Swill make up again?