Well in a story that is more or less entirely romantic nonsense, this is particularly fluffy, but I've been writing the next chapter all week and it's got very angsty so I wrote this to cheer me up.

'I was hoping you'd come,' Rachel murmured when Janet let her catch her breath for a second. Janet Scott smirked, cocked one eyebrow and kissed her friend again, smooth and silky. Rachel thought she might melt.

'If that's what I get for being clever, I might have to start swotting up in the evenings,' she gasped when Janet's kisses started to wander.

'I thought I was the clever one,' Janet muttered against Rachel's throat, sending delightful little shivers through the dark haired woman.

'Mmm?' It was the most cogent response she could manage. Janet's smirk spread a little wider and she licked at Rachel's skin, emboldened by her success thus far.

'I figured out your little code,' Janet whispered. 'Very subtle, by the way.'

Rachel didn't think she had ever been called subtle in her life before but she decided right then and there that if it meant Janet would purr that word into her ear again she would be subtle every day of her life. 'Yeah?' was all she managed to gasp.

'Uh huh.' Janet was clearly the one in control. 'You should try it more often.'

Oh, thought Rachel, I wish. There was, perhaps, something deeply wrong about this, but she was past caring. She slipped one hand beneath Janet's chin and brought her head up so that she could kiss her again. They were so used to each other by now, so comfortable but still so excited by each other. They fitted together perfectly, arms and bodies and mouths, well practised.

Rachel had felt the adrenaline kick in during that conversation with Gill when she had started to figure out the intricacies of the Susie Bishop case. She had felt it growing with every step in which she unpicked the logic of the ex-husband's deceit. By the time she had worked her way to the end of it, successfully, in front of the boss, she had known in her gut that she was right. Gill's nod had only confirmed it and set the light to her excitation. And Janet was right there, sharing it with her, every step. In fact, she had been right there all week, looking gorgeous, making eye contact, swapping little glances, and by now Rachel was just itching to touch her. The break-through just set the tin hat on it. She had to get hold of her, fast. Gill had dismissed them, sending people out to chase up CCTV and instructing Rachel and Janet to do interview prep. Rachel had grabbed her coat and made a show of sticking a cigarette in her mouth – some code – hoping that Janet would follow her outside but too keyed up to dare look at her or ask her outright. She was so desperate for a snog by that point she was sure the desire was written all over her and the last thing she wanted was bloody Andy noticing anything going on. So she had gone out the front of the building, deliberately putting herself on view. She must be getting paranoid. And she had paced up and down, working nearer and nearer to the side alley with each length, until at last she had turned the corner and nearly collapsed with relief to see Janet leaning against the side door. Rachel had walked straight into her arms without a word, ditching the fag en route, and since then she had been at Janet's mercy.

Janet was making a point of enjoying the moment. She had known it was coming, well something like this anyway, for the last three days. There had been a tension between them, a good kind of tension, and that heightened awareness that Janet always felt before she and Rachel really got involved like this. She had felt Rachel's eyes on her skin, had sensed Rachel's presence fractionally closer to her than usual, known that her own gestures and looks were just a little more open, just a little suggestive. Janet had half expected it to happen last night after they finished work but she had been too thrown by her exchange with Andy. She had deliberately not even looked for Rach in the car park after that, uncomfortably aware that there might be another set of eyes on her, on them. It had turned out well though. It was nice to be celebrating, kissing happily instead of stressed or upset. And it was a fitting follow-through from their connected thinking on the case. Only logical, Janet thought, running her hands all over Rachel's back, inside her coat. It was nice to just enjoy themselves.

Rachel breathed into Janet's arms, filling her lungs so that they pushed out against her hands, palms spreading warmth, fingers digging into her ribs. Oh this made her feel good. She could feel tension seeping out of her and the joy bubbling up. It had been there anyway from the moment she had sensed a loose end in the case and had started to unravel it. Since they had started to unravel it – together. That joy kept swelling with every movement, every kiss. Rachel pulled Janet tight against her, trying to contain it, channel it, pour it into their exchange. A little part of her felt bad, or to be more accurate, it would feel bad later she knew – she was too wrapped up at the moment to honestly feel anything else but she was aware that she ought to feel bad about it and that those feelings would get her later. Those awkward feelings that she ought to be getting this kind of thing from her relationship with Sean, that she ought to feel guilty, that she wasn't being fair to him. Rachel did like Sean, he was fun and strangely reliable and caring in his own funny way, and she trusted him more than most people, which was saying something for her. But it wasn't enough. It was Janet who had told her, not two days ago, that she should focus on Sean but there was so much of her that Sean didn't get, didn't have a clue about. Nobody connected in quite the same way as Janet.