She pulls hard at his hair, nipping at his bottom lip. "Alec, Alec," she begs, thrusting her pelvis up. Her stomach comes into contact with his erection and he hisses, the sensation too great to be ignored. "Please," she whispers, not able to take his teasing torture. She reaches for his erection and slowly pumps him until it stands at full staff. "Please." And then he's hoisting her legs up, gliding his penis inside her in one, quick motion. He groans and stills for a moment, the intensity of it giving him pause. Then she's bucking beneath him, begging him to move. He does, and all thoughts of trying to make this last, to draw out her pleasure until she was just at the edge before letting her tip over it, diminish as his fight to the finish takes over. She's panting beneath him, encouraging him to move faster, pleading him to go harder, begging him to fuck her; and he does. Hard. He starts to feel that familiar tightening in his balls and he plunges harder, seeking a release that seems to be elusive. Then he sees his lover's eyes, the tell tale signs she's about to orgasm, and begs her to come, to come for him. And then she is, her muscles clamping tightly around his shaft and it only takes one, two, three more thrusts and he's flying over the edge as she comes down with him. And it's so much better than he'd imagined on his drive from her house because it is real, because she is in his arms and they are together.
He awakens suddenly to an almost violent erection which sends waves of pleasure through his body. He can't help it. He moans softly, not able to control the way his body is reacting. He can feel a slight stickiness in his pants and realizes that it's pre cum and that he just had a wet dream. An impossibly amazing wet dream but my God he is not an adolescent! He shouldn't be getting so randy just because she's so amazingly attractive and kind and her lips are so kissable, her breasts so touchable, her bum so squeezable and under her dress would be something so tastable..
He feels himself grow impossibly hard and whimpers because he want's to come and yet he'd rather have Clara do it. He'd rather her small hands wrap around his shaft and her pouty lips encase him, and -
He's so hard it's almost painful in it's pleasure and so he decides to take a nice hot shower. He gets out of bed and pads to the small bathroom he has and turns on the water. Once he sets it to a temperature he prefers he strips off his pyjama shirt and tugs down his pants and pyjama bottoms where his erection springs free. Seeing how hard, how incredibly full his penis is, makes him that much more randy and he steps into the shower under it's scalding presence and sighs. He closes his eyes and shamelessly takes himself in hand, igniting the picture of Clara in his mind - of what it would feel like if it were her hand instead of his, of her mouth across his shaft. He allows himself this fantasy and pumps along his penis, his other hand running it's way up his torso. He's never been sure why, but stimulation to his nipples has always brought pleasure to him and so he takes one between his fingers and twists.
It's sweet in it's pleasure and he sighs and kneads harder. By now he's so turned on picturing Clara kneeling in front of him, taking him in her mouth that he's close, so very close to the edge. He slides the hand on his nipple down his shaft to the tip of his penis and plays with the sensitive opening. It only takes him a few more pumps and then he's leaning against the wall of the shower, coming violently in his hand, Clara's name a soft whisper across his lips. He finds it's a nice way to fully awaken in the morning, even if it leaves him leaning against the shower wall for an extra five minutes catching his breath.
Clara awoke to the smell of something cooking. Being a morning person, she jumped out of bed and padded over to the bathroom upstairs. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went downstairs to have breakfast with her sister. She had just tied her dressing gown to her waist when she got to the bottom of the stairs. The scent of bacon wafted through her senses and when she got to the kitchen Ellie was standing at the stove, pan in hand and bacon frying on top.
"Something smells good," she said, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Ellie smiled and put the frying pan on the stove top, grabbing the teapot beside it and pouring the two of them a cuppa. "Thank you," Clara said, wrapping her long fingers around the cup and taking a sip.
"There's toast over there," Ellie said, pointing to a few pieces she'd made, "and the marmalade is in that drawer," she pointed to a small cupboard. Clara retrieved the jar and took out a knife, sticking it into the jar and spreading the delicious treat over the bread. She took a bite and moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. Clara loved food, and ate a lot more than the average person. And she stayed skinny, which surprised her the most. Fast metabolism, she thought. Ellie used a spatula to spoon the bacon onto a plate and set it on the table. Clara figured she was setting the table and grabbed the teapot, setting it on the table as well. Ellie set some biscuits down and sat at the head of the table. She was quiet today but Clara shook it off and sat down on her left side, digging into a biscuit and moaning again. She took a sip of tea, watching her sister over her teacup. She assumed something must be wrong considering her sister was being so quiet when she was usually quite talkative.
"Ellie, is something wrong?" Clara asked, setting her cup down and giving her sister her full attention. Ellie nodded her head and closed her eyes, as if she were thinking of the best way to break the news to her sister.
"There's another body. Daggermen."
"What!?" Clara exclaimed, almost knocking her teacup over. Ellie sighed and nodded, bringing a strip of bacon to her mouth and chewing.
"But that's fast, even for him. What's he playing at?" Ellie shook her head in exasperation, eyebrows furrowed together.
"I don't know. Alec went in early this morning, refused to let me come in for it; said he needed me to do some paper work. As a matter of fact I should go soon." Ellie started to load up her plate and eat, but Clara had lost her appetite.
"Who was it?" Clara asked, even if she was afraid of the answer. What if it were Beth?
"A tourist. American. Must not have known there was a killer on the loose or she wouldn't have gotten so drunk and tried to walk to her hotel."
"Do you have any leads?" Clara asked, though she already knew the answer to that.
"Nope. We have no idea where he could be or why he's killing so fast. Hardy reckons he's making up for lost time. I really wish we'd hurry up with Joan's paperwork. I'd like to have her funeral sooner rather than later."
"I thought you had to keep the body," Clara asked confused. She'd always admired Ellie for the job she took on, but rarely asked about it. She didn't like violence and was terrified of dead bodies. She'd liked talking to Ellie about cases, but never about the victims. She loved the mystery of it, the solving they had to do. The only time she ever let her talk about bodies and deaths and what they did with the body was when they were talking about Danny.
"That's only if the body is evidence and we don't know who killed them. We keep the body incase it can give us any leads." Clara nodded and sipped her tea. A thought occurred to her and she gazed at Ellie intently.
"Do you remember Joan's daughter?" Clara asked. Ellie looked taken aback but she nodded. "Remember when we went to her house once?" Again, Ellie nodded. "Joan had always talked about moving. Did she ever sell her house?"
"No," Ellie said, frowning. "She kept saying she wanted to move somewhere bigger for years but never did. Why?"
"What'll happen to it now?"
"Well the bank took it and are putting it up for sale."
"How much?" Ellie finally caught on and her eyes lit up. Clara and Ellie talked all about the house and how much it would cost until Ellie had to leave.
"I really have to go," Ellie said, pulling on her jacket and making for the door. "I'll pick up takeaway on the way to get the kids and bring them back. They'll be ecstatic to see you." Clara followed her sister to the door. She leaned against the open doorframe and watched as she pulled out. Ellie lowered her window, "I'll ask about the house when I get to work!" She called as she backed out. Clara waved and then Ellie was gone. Clara sighed and shut the door, making her way up to the guest room. She went for the shower and turned it on, shedding her clothing and jumping under the warmth of the water.
Alec Hardy sat at his desk, flipping through Joan's paperwork. This was going to take a little while, but he knew he had to get it done as soon as possible. The people of this town didn't want or need another death with a prolonged funeral. He was so absorbed in his paperwork that he didn't hear the knock on his door.
"Sir," Elli Miller said, half leaned in his office with her fist still against the door. He rubbed his hands down his face.
"Yes?" he asked. Ellie stepped completely inside his office and shut the door.
"I have the paperwork you asked me for."
"Already?"
"I'm fast." She handed it to him and he looked over it quickly, then nodded his approval and gave it back to her. "Sir, about the Joan," he looked up at her and stared her in the eyes, "has the bank sent the chief anything yet?" Alec's eyebrows furrowed together.
"They said they'd be putting her house up for sale. All her things are being sent to her family as we speak. Why?"
"My sister is interested in buying it," Ellie said. Alec's eyes flashed with some unknown emotion and then he looked back down at his papers, erasing an imaginary mark.
"Is she now?" he asked, trying and failing to sound uninterested. Ellie scoffed. "What?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. Ellie rolled her eyes.
"This is so high school," she mumbled. Alec looked offended.
"What is?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
"This whole 'i'm not interested in her' crap." Alec's eyebrows made an escape towards his hairline.
"Miller," he said in a professional voice, "I'm not interested in -"
"Okay, say what you want," Ellie said, throwing her hands in the air and getting up from the chair she'd sat in. Alec opened his mouth to argue but Ellie was already on her way out the door. She shut it behind her and was gone. Alec sighed and ran his hands down his face, then steepled them against his chin. He wondered if he should just have sex with Clara and get these feelings out of his system. But he knew he didn't want that. He wants everything with this woman - and the thought scares him. The passion he feels for her doesn't even seem real and he gasps when he realizes he might be in love with her. You've only known her for a day! He says to himself, but he knows it doesn't matter. Because telling himself that wont change his mind. Not even a little bit.
Clara was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Her motorcycle that she'd had to have shipped to Broadchurch just arrived and she couldn't be happier. She'd signed the receipt feeling bubbly and happy. As soon as the man that delivered it left, Clara jumped on her bike and drove around town for an hour. She loved her motorcycle! Currently, she was sitting at the table in her sister's house, playing with the bottom of her white dress. The dress was soft, with a cute flare that ended at about mid thigh. She wore a black chiffon collar around her neck, completing the look. She got up from the chair she was sitting in and grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured some water in it, taking a sip. It was cold and satisfied her thirst. Her phone rang and she jumped, the sudden noise startling her. She grabbed her mobile and answered it.
"Hello?" Clara asked.
"Hey Clara it's me," Ellie said.
"Oh hi Ellie," Clara said, taking another sip of water.
"Hey Clara, can you check something for me?" Ellie asked.
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Can you check the counter in the kitchen for a white folder?" Clara got up from her chair and padded over to the counter. Sure enough, laying on top was the folder Elli'd described.
"It's here," Clara said, picking it up and bringing it back to the table with her.
"Ballocks! I'm gonna have to come get it."
"I can bring it over," Clara offered, taking a large gulp of water.
"How?" Ellie asked, unaware Clara's bike had come in the mail. Clara told her so. "That's great! If it wouldn't be too much trouble I'd appreciate it."
"It wont be any trouble at all," Clara said, getting up from the chair again and grabbing her navy trench coat from a hook by the door and stepping outside. "It'll actually give me something to do. Besides, I haven't seen anyone in a long time." Clara approached her motorcycle and sat down, brushing a loose piece of hair that fell from her updo behind her ear. She reached into her helmet and retrieved her gloves from the bottom.
"They'll be surprised to see you. I didn't even tell anyone you were coming yet. Never really found a moment to bring it up. And thanks so much Clara."
"It's no problem Ellie," Clara said, "But I have to go, I'm in my way out."
"Okay Clara. Bye."
"Bye Ellie." Clara hung up the phone and shoved it into her pocket. She then reached around behind her and stuffed the folder into a bag attached to the back of her motorcycle. She put her helmet on and revved the engine, taking off from the house.
When she arrived at the building she parked her motorcycle and got off, hanging her helmet on one of the handlebars and retrieving the folder Ellie needed. She secured it under her underarm and proceeded into the building. She was a bit nervous to see friends she hadn't seen in years, but brushed it off as she walked through the entrance.
"I'm looking for DS Miller," Clara said to the closest man to her.
"She sits over the - " He stopped when he saw who it was and his mouth flew open. "Clara Stevens!" Heads turned and Clara blushed from head to toe. Suddenly she was surrounded by people, hugging her and asking her how she'd been.
"I need to get this to Elli," Clara said, addressing a man called Mikey Decker.
"She's in Hardy's office," the man said, lazily pointing to the door. "You better watch out for that guys; major dick." Clara blushed and looked away.
"I will," she said, and then she left, approaching Alec's office. She knocked.
"Come in," Alec said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Really sir, you should take a break. Lower your heart rate," Clara heard her sister say as she opened the door.
"I'm fine," Alec snapped. His eyes flew up to hers and his expression softened.
"I brought that folder you asked for," she said, stepping inside the office and handing it to her. "Hi Alec," she said, smiling at him and blushing a bit.
"Hello Clara," he said, saying her name in his sexy Scottish accent. Ellie speed-read the file and shut the folder.
"I need to give this to Robinson," Ellie said, making her way to the door. Clara was about to follow her when she realized something.
"Oh crap, Ellie I locked the house key inside!" Alec smiled lightly and Ellie laughed.
"Typical Clara. Give me a few minutes and I'll give you mine." Then she stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. Clara looked at Alec and smiled.
"I can't believe I did that," she said, laughing lightly. Alec smiled and chuckled.
"We all do stupid things," he said. Clara smiled and looked around his office. It was modest sized and not quite decorated, except for a large photograph across one of the walls. She made her way over to it and traced the picture with her finger. She heard Alec get up from his chair and cross the room to stand next to her.
"Where was this taken?" Clara asked, gazing at the beautiful ocean view.
"Scotland," he replied, eyes never leaving the photo.
"It's lovely," Clara said, looking over at Alec. He was staring at her, smiling, one arm leaning against the wall, the other in his pocket. Clara stared at his lips, how full and pouty his bottom one was, and wondered what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against hers. She was just about to lean in and find out when Ellie Miller walked in the room.
"Got it!" She shouted in triumph, doling the key up high in the air in proof. Clara gave Alec a fleeting glance before moving towards her sister and taking the key. Clara thanked her sister and turned to Alec, prepared to say goodbye as Ellie walked out.
"Bye Alec. It was nice seeing you again," Clara said, smiling.
"Likewise," he said, grinning at her. She turned to leave but a Scottish accent calling her name made her stop in her tracks. She turned to look back at Alec, half way out the door.
"Can I take you out tomorrow night?" he asked. His voice was steady and calm but his eyes held such hope Clara has never seen before.
"I'd like that."