A/N: Warning: This chapter contains adult themes.

(Frank's POV)

It's around quarter past eleven when Jenny and I arrive at St Hope's. We're here because I have to show her the secret base located underneath the school. The reason for that is because last Friday, I discovered that Jen was the crime-fighting costumed heroine, the Cat. After her cover was blown, she decided to hand herself in to MI9 rather than go on the run – which we all thought that she was going to do as we tracked her down to the airport and thought that she was in disguise, but it turned out that she placed a tracking device on a civilian to make us think that she was fleeing the country. Anyway, after spending the entire weekend in the cells, the Head of MI9 gave Jenny the opportunity of a lifetime of recruiting her as an MI9 agent, to which Jen accepted. At the same time, she and I made up, promising each other to never be apart and to not keep secrets from each other (despite being spies, but I think she means outside of MI9).

Anyway, when we arrive at St Hope's, Jenny activates her cloaking device, rendering her and myself invisible. The reason being because its teacher training day and the teaching staff – including Mrs King – will be at school, meaning we'll have to be quiet in going through the corridors and try not to bump into anyone – especially Mrs King.

After we scuttle through corridors, duck past teachers and turn a corner, we reach the caretaker store cupboard.

"Deactivate cloaking device," says Jenny – and our bodies become visible.

"Wow," I murmur, patting my arms and torso. "This is incredible."

"One of the many awesome functions of the watch-communicator," she grins. "Now, what happens here?"

I slide out the light switch next to the storage door. "You place your thumb on the biometric panel. Your access to the cupboard will be granted when the light flashes green."

Jenny does what I say – she puts her thumb on the panel and the light flashes green. She opens the storage cupboard door and steps inside. I follow after her, closing the door behind me.

"What next?" Jenny asks.

"Just pull the lever on the mop handle, and the lift will take us down to HQ," I tell her.

Jenny pulls the lever towards her, and after five seconds of the alarm sounding, the floor opens up and the lift takes us down to base. When we reach HQ, the doors part open. I turn to see Jenny standing frozen, staring at the secret base in stunned silence.

"Wow," she whispers.

I grin at her expression. "Let's step inside, shall we?" I say. I take her hand and we walk into HQ. I watch Jenny's face as she continues to gape at HQ, looking around her surroundings. "So, what do you think?" I ask.

She doesn't answer for a long moment. "This is… so completely… unbelievably… cool!" she cries finally. "I mean to think that underneath the school is a secret base. This is like me visiting Zeke for the first time all over again! This is really… wow!"

"I'm so glad you like it," I smile.

"Like it? I bloody love it! All this time while I thought you were guttering leaves, you were actually down here, saving Britain – along with Rose, Carrie and Oscar." Jenny sits on the swivel chair by the computer and whirls it round and round. "This is truly amazing." She stops spinning, shaking her head to stop her dizziness. "So, what's everybody's role here? Who does what?"

"Well, as you know, Rose is the genius and intellect. She's the most practical of the group. She uses her intelligence to create plans and diversions so that she, Oscar and Carrie can easily capture the villains," I explain. "And she's a bit of a technician – she's either inventing a gadget or conducting experiments. Oscar is our surveillance and undercover operative – he's basically he human chameleon. He can blend into any environment. He also speaks fourteen languages. And Carrie is the martial arts expert, which makes her the strongest in hand-to-hand combat. And, as you already know, she's a gymnast."

"Cool," Jenny nods. "And what about you? I know that you're their team leader, but what do you do when the other three are off doing their missions?"

I lightly blush and rub the back of my neck. "Well, um… I'm a bit of a, er… scientist and a, er… inventor."

"Really?"

I nod.

"That is so cool," says Jenny. "My boyfriend, the genius."

I blush redder.

"Do you have any gadgets or weapons that you invented that I can see?" she asks.

"Well, I do have something that you can see." I go to the lab and bring out a black file from the cupboard. "These are the technical drawings that I have done of all the gadgets and weapons I've designed," I say, handing the file to Jenny.

She opens up the file and looks at my sketches. "Wow, they're really amazing," she says, grinning.

I blush again. "You think so?"

"Duh! These are all fantastic inventions. The Aero-Slo Spray Can, the Hologram Projecting Earrings, even this one – the Soap Bubble Prison Gun. I feel like I've seen it before."

"You have. Remember a few months ago, you were investigating the disappearances of the students from Britannia High?"

"Yeah, I remember. I went in the guise of a student – and I called myself Simone Connors."

"Hm. Well, we were also assigned to that case, too. Oscar and Carrie went undercover as students named Jon and Cami."

Jenny has a little think, trying to remember. Then she lets out a gasp. "No way! That was them?"

I nod. "Oscar used the Prison Gun on Amber Rubin before she could do anything to you or Lily."

"Oh yeah, I remember it now. I asked Oscar where he got the gun from and he said that his uncle bought it from Japan. Part of me didn't believe him, but then again, Japan does make the best technology that's out of this world. Wow, I can't believe that that was Oscar. I hardly recognized him with that dark wig. You're right, Frank, he is a chameleon." Jenny continues to flip through the pages. "What's this one? The Age-Deceiving Pill?"

"One of my best inventions. The Age-Deceiving Pill has the ability to change the outer appearance of the person who takes them, to different age by an illusion. The red pills render the user older, while the blue pills make the user younger."

"Whoa! That's amazing!"

"I should point out that you have seen the effects of the ADP."

"I have? With who?"

"Remember last Christmas when Ellis Molinelli kidnapped you and Livi?"

"How can I forget?"

"Well, after Rose located you in at the Rembrandt Hotel in Knightsbridge, I couldn't risk sending her, Oscar and Carrie in there without you recognizing them, so I gave them the ADP to make them look older."

Jenny's eyes widen. "Oh my God, that was them? I knew they looked familiar! I sort of had a feeling that I've seen them before."

"And remember Tom Stone?"

"The one that the Four Horsemen were after because he witnessed a murder?"

"The very same. We were assigned to protect him from Vargas and the other Horsemen, so we used the ADP on him to make him younger so the Horsemen wouldn't recognise him."

"He went under the pseudonym of Rome Black; a 'student' from St Michael's who transferred to St Hope's because the school had a rat infestation. I remember. I had Zeke look up the name in the school records when I saw the hoodies hang around the school gates. When the name didn't show up, we knew that he was the one that the Horsemen were after. I saved him when the Horsemen came to the school and tried to kidnap him – only for me to be kidnapped myself."

"Mmm. I thought I was gonna lose you that day. When Stark told me you were shot, my heart completely stopped. I thought that you were dead. You have no idea how relieved I was when I found out that you only suffered a graze."

"It was just as well that Vargas was a crappy shooter. If I hadn't shot back, I would be…"

"But you're not, are you? You're a survivor. You're real tough. And I'm glad that you're right here, sitting in front of me."

"Thanks, Frank," Jenny says, smiling. She continues to thumb through the pages of my file, until she finds something that catches her eye. "Hey, what's this? 'Frank + Jenny 4eva'?"

My eyes widen in horror as I realize that Jenny is looking at the scribbles that I did when she first came to St Hope's.

"'Frank loves Jenny'? 'Frenny 4eva'?" My heart is thudding as she's reading the notes. What must she think of me? "Oh, my God! This is so sweet! This has to be the cutest thing I've ever seen. Aww, you've drawn a huge picture of a heart with my name written over and over again inside. And around the heart, you've drawn little hearts and flowers… oh, and look!" Jenny shows me the drawing that I did of her and me kissing. "That is so adorable! I love it!"

I shift uncomfortably as my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Aw, now I've made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry," says Jenny. She places the file on the computer and walks over to me.

"I suppose you must think of me as some childish idiot," I mutter, staring down at the floor.

"Hmm, not really. I see you more as a… hopeless romantic."

I lift my head. "Really?"

"Oh yes. I see you as someone who's kind… gentle… sentimental… and loving. And that's the kind of person I'd like to be with."

Jenny leans close. Our noses touch. She brushes her lips with my own gently. Then she does it again and again. I lean forward and kiss her back. I toy with her hair, brushing back the strands behind her ear. I pull Jenny against my chest. I kiss her as if I never want to let go. She slips her arms around my neck and holds me tight, kissing me slowly at first, then with increasing fervour. I'm pressed so close against her that I have an erection that is making a tent in my trousers.

Jenny notices. Pressing those luscious petals to my neck, she licks my earlobe with her lovely tongue, thoroughly enjoying the taste of sweat and cologne.

"Looks like someone's excited," she purrs.

I close my eyes as she gyrates her hips and nibbles my ear. The feel of her body against my bulge is arousing me to no end. My cock aches to escape out of my trousers.

"So Frank, do you want me to suck your cock?" she asks.

A moan escapes my lips when I feel Jenny's hand squeeze my cock through my trousers.

I start to grind my hardness against her hand, relishing in the pleasure I'm feeling.

"Tell me you want me to suck your cock," she commands.

I'm breathing heavily that we're both in this position right now.

I've dreamt about it and fantasized about it for the longest time… And there's no way I'm passing this opportunity up.

"I want you to suck my cock," I say breathlessly.

Not waiting another second, Jenny gets on her knees and undoes my trousers and shoves them, along with my boxers to my ankles. My erection bounces into view, standing proudly at attention, and wanting to be touched. She wraps her tiny black-gloved hand around my cock and begins to stroke it slowly.

"You have such a beautiful cock, Frank. It's so nice and big," she says as she licks her lips.

I watch as Jenny licks the tip of my erection in a slow seductive manner, tasting the pre-cum that's dripping from me, and then hungrily licks along the length of it right to my ball sack where she starts to suck on one of my balls. She massages her tongue over my hanging balls as she gently jerks me off. My cock responds by expanding and hardening until it becomes a thick, veined monster. Then she begins sucking and slurping the surface of my appendage.

"Mmm… Mmm… Mmm!" she moans lustfully.

I groan and feel my knees grow weak as her lips slide up and down my hardness. Her mouth is wet and feels amazing, rubbing all over my pulsating cock. This is better than I ever imagined. She keeps sucking and sucking until she slides my cock out of her mouth. I frown, hoping she isn't done.

"You like this, Frank? You like me sucking you off?" she asks, her hot breath brushing my saliva-covered cock.

"Yes, don't stop," I whisper.

Her mouth returns to sucking. My breath is short once more, for her flooding mouth is latching onto me something fierce. Swirling and slicking, oiling and polishing my shaft in a slow, insatiable rhythm, she's a hungry python, eagerly engulfing its prey, the fluidity of her head bob instinctive. I love the way she relaxes her jaw and throat muscles while maintaining her slobber.

This is all too much for me and I can't hold my orgasm any longer. The pressure starts to build up in my balls and I can feel the cum ready to burst out. My hands grab a handful of her black hair as my hips start to lunge forward, causing my cock to drive in and out of her mouth like a pneumatic drill.

All I can hear is her moaning loudly in ecstasy as I thrust into her mouth. Faster and faster, my cock goes. I'm so deep inside her mouth I can feel the tip of my cock going down her throat. My balls start to slap against her chin and feeling my explosion reaching the point of no return, like engineer Scotty says on Star Trek: I don't think I can hold it any longer.

"J-Jen… I'm about to… Oh, shit…"

A spurt of white lava leaves me… then another… three times… four… All I hear is her gulping… my breaths… so short… my tip… so sensitive… Please stop sucking it… No, don't… Yes, do… oh, shit… I can't trembling… regroup, mind… body, stop shaking…

I look down at Jenny; her mouth is glistening and a few drops of cum has leaked onto her chin.

She wipes her chin, and licks the remainder of the cum off.

"Mmmm, delicious," she comments as she smacks her lips in delight.

I'm so frozen with pleasure that I'm speechless. I haven't cum like that in a long time. That was one of the most intense blow jobs I have ever had. Jenny is most definitely one of a kind. She pulls up my boxers and trousers and does up my flies. Then she stands up and gazes deeply into my eyes.

She whispers, so quietly, so shyly, "Did you like it?"

I don't reply. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her towards me and reward her with a kiss. I slip my tongue between her soft lips that took my phallus to heaven and back so I can taste her sweet, cum-flavoured mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes," she says after pulling away from the kiss.

"You're damn right that was," I say, my hands caressing her hips. "You are amazing, Jenny Brownstone. You are the most amazing person ever, and there's no way I am ever letting you go."

"Ditto," she smiles, pecking my lips.

"Now, how about I return the favour?" I say slowly, trailing my hands to her fully rounded buttocks.

"Maybe next time," she says, stopping my hands with hers. "We should probably go. Despite what I had right now, I'm quite hungry and I know you are too."

I don't let the look of disappoint appear on my face. "Sure," I say, our bodies separating. "Let's go."

Jenny takes my hand and leads me to the lift. When we leave HQ, she activates her cloaking device – and we become invisible again. We leave the storage cupboard and leave the school the way we came. When we reach the school gates, she deactivates the cloaking device.

"Huh, I'm still in my catsuit," she says, looking down at herself. "Time to fix up." She opens her communicator and with the press of a button, she changes out of her black catsuit to an oversized beige-coloured cardigan over a plain white vest and green denim shorts. "That's better," she says, looking down at herself now. Jenny glances up at me and then back to her communicator. "I wonder if this works on the opposite gender. There's only one way to find out."

I begin to protest, but she's already fiddling with the device and in a flash, I'm dressed in a red-and-black flannel shirt over a black T-shirt and dark jeans.

"Hey, it's works!" says Jenny. "Zeke must have installed men's clothes as well as women's. And my, my, don't you look handsome?"

I look down at myself. "Wow. I do look good."

"Yeah! You look good enough to eat – which will be the sad case if we don't any proper food inside me. Now let's go!"

There's a café nearby that we go to and have an early lunch. While we're waiting for the food to arrive, Jen tells me about the perks of having the watch-communicator. She tells me the times she's snuck into celebrity events – from red carpet premieres to galas to parties to backstage concerts and festivals – either invisible or in disguise. She even told me that she's used the watch-communicator to sneak into historic events like the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's wedding. She and Zeke went to Westminster Abbey using the cloaking device and then went to the private dinner in disguises. At first, I'm wary of the situation, until she shows me the photos on her phone – and she has more on her laptop. As well as sneaking into the Royal wedding, she also managed to sneak into the hospital where Prince George was born – disguised as a nurse – and took some pictures of the future king, using Camera Contact Lenses. The only time she didn't need to blag her way into a place was when she got to go to the Olympic opening ceremony (her university gave away tickets to the first thirty people that entered). But after that, she used the watch-communicator to slink herself and Zeke into the gymnastics, the athletics, swimming and diving, and the closing ceremony.

And as we eat, I start telling her my adventures in MI9. I even tell her the time that Mrs King found out that Carrie, Rose, Oscar and I was spies.

"No way!" Jenny exclaims.

"Not so loud," I say, nervously glancing around the café to see if anyone heard.

"Sorry," she whispers. "But are you serious? Aunt Hermione found out you guys were spies? How?"

"An old friend of mine from university broke out of prison and was after an invention of mine – the Dark Star. It turns light places into absolute darkness. Anyway, he and his cronies tracked me down to St Hope's, hoping to steal the Dark Star. But I got wind of the situation from MI9 and decided to make a few traps for them. What I didn't know was that Mrs King would be in the school – it was half term when this happened – and Colin, that was his name, caught Mrs King and Rose and held them hostage. But Oscar managed to save them with an invention that MI9 seized from SKUL. Anyway, but the time we arrested Colin, Mrs King knew everything."

"So what happened?"

"Rose, who was away at a spy conference in France, used a memory wipe on Mrs King, and erased what happened that day from her mind. Unfortunately, the effects of the memory wipe lasted for a few months and soon, Mrs King was starting to remember. So, Oscar and I came up with a plan to recruit Mrs King as a spy to make her think that it was all a dream."

"What a clever boy you are."

"Well…" I blush.

"Now that I think about it, there was a time a couple of years ago when Aunt Hermione came to visit and my mum was asking why she was so tired. And Aunt Hermione told her that she kept having the same dream about finding out that three of her students and the school caretaker were spies. Who would have thought she was telling the truth?"

"Let's just hope that she doesn't find out that her niece is a spy as well."

After we pay for our food, Jenny and I leave the café and head for the park, where we wander around aimlessly. After a few minutes, Jenny gives a yell and points to the play area.

"Look, the swings! Let's go!"

"Aren't you a bit old for that?" I ask.

"You're never too old for the swings!" she cries. "Besides, I'm bored and I don't want to wander around the park all day."

Jenny drags me, protesting, over the tufty grass towards the play area and to the swings. I watch her as she swings, kicking right up high until her shoes point higher than the tops of the poplars edging the park.

"Woooo-hoooo!" she squeals, putting her head back and making it speedier. But soon she's starting to get giddy and when she slows down and jumps off, she tips sideways.

"Whoops!" I say, and I reach out and steady her. "Are you OK, Jenny?"

Rather than saying yes, she replies, "That… was fun."

I shake my head, laughing. "You are such a child."

"Well of course I am! There's no point in being a grown up if you can't be childish sometimes."

I smile. "That's true."

I take Jenny's hand and lead her to the benches near the swings. As we sit silently, I look around the park, which is pretty empty considering what a nice day it is. Of course, parents would be dragging their kids to shops to buy back to school stuff. But still, the park is pretty empty.

After a while of sitting in silence, Jenny asks, "Frank, could you tell me about yourself?"

"Hm?" I turn to her.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about yourself. Now that I know you're a spy, I would like to know who you really are. I would like to know the real Frank London."

She's right. I haven't really told her about the real me, have I? I've only told her who Frank 'the Caretaker' London was. It's time she knew the truth.

"OK," I say finally. "I'll tell you everything this is to know about me – and I mean everything. First off, my name really is Frank London. My full name is Francis James London. I was born on the 26th of August 1979 in Westminster to James and Martha London – both of whom were MI9 agents."

Jenny's eyes grow wide. "Your parents were spies?"

I nod. "My father was a Royal Navy Commander before being recruited by Sir Jeremy Voss, the former Director General of MI9, to the organization. My mother was the daughter of MI6 agent Matthew O'Neill. She attended the best schools and eventually followed in her father's footsteps, becoming an MI9 translator and data analyst. They met on the job, fell in love, and married. My mother became a field agent like my father, giving them both an easy cover as a married couple. A year and a half later after they got married, my mother was pregnant with me. She got reassigned to a desk job while my father continued to perform convert missions. When I was around five, my father left on a mission to Iceland to infiltrate a secret underground bunker where SKUL were planning to launch a missile attack aimed at the UK and plant explosive charges. The mission was a success, however, while returning to the UK, the aircraft that my father flew… disappeared in bad weather over the North Atlantic Ocean. No trace of the plane was ever found, and my father was subsequently declared missing in action/presumed dead."

I can tell that Jenny wants to say something but she can't think of anything appropriate. It is a sad story.

We sit silently staring out across the park, listening to the sound of the birds and the cars passing by. "So, erm, what happened afterwards?" Jenny asks finally.

"After my mother was told the news about my father's disappearance, she immediately resigned from field work to become secretary for the head of MI9," I tell her. "It wasn't until I was fifteen that my mother told me about my father being a spy – she always told me that he was a computer salesman who did a lot of 'corporate' travel and died in a plane crash."

Jenny takes hold of my hand. "I'm really sorry, Frank."

"It's OK, Jen." I smile, but it's strained. "Although I have only vague memories of my father, my mother shares photographs and happy memories with me."

"At least you still have your mother."

"Yeah. I do. Anyway, enough about my parents – I still haven't told you about me," I say, changing the subject swiftly. "I was an academically gifted child, and displayed an uncanny affinity for science that was nothing short of genius. I was an extremely bright student at school and left with nine A-levels – all A's. Like you, I took a gap year before I attended university. I spent my gap year travelling – I went to South America, India, China and Africa. After my gap year, I attended Oxford University and studied for my Bachelor of Science degree. After I graduated with a First, I did a postgraduate degree in Masters of Science for which I got a First in that as well.

"I still remember the day that I was approached by MI9. It was a day after I graduated with first-class honours in MSc. I was packing up my stuff when there was a knock at the door. When I opened the door, there stood Lenny Bicknall – he was a former field agent of MI9 and was Rose's old mentor for the MI High Project – and he revealed that MI9 have been observing me secretly since childhood and picked me as a prime recruit for the organization. However, I was quick to reject the invitation and refused to join, but I later changed my mind after going through my father's things and seeing his medals. And after going through the screening process – a background check, a physical analysis, ratification by the Board of Governors and a written exam, I became an official MI9 spy.

"After my training, I performed missions nationwide rather than internationally like my father did. I infiltrated warehouses and underground bunkers, and collected intelligence. I even fought one or two SKUL agents. But after one mission in Glasgow where several of comrades of mine died, I decided to resign from field work. I returned to MI9 in London and worked as a researcher and developer. About some time later, Lenny, the man who came and recruited me to MI9, came by and offered me another job in the organization – this time, to be team leader to three spies who are part of a project called MI High. I accepted… and the rest is history."

After telling her my story, Jenny sits in stunned silence.

"Wow," she whispers. "That's an amazing story. It's even better than my one."

"I should also mention that my favourite colour is blue, I play the trumpet, I like listening to jazz, blues and swing music, and my favourite singers are Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong and Michael Bublé. My favourite films are the Harry Potter series, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars, my favourite TV programs are Doctor Who, Sherlock, The Big Bang Theory, QI, University Challenge, Countdown, CSI – Vegas, Miami and New York and You've Been Framed!. My favourite food is Chinese and Indian takeaway and my celebrity crushes are Holly Willoughby and Rachel Riley from Countdown," I add.

Jenny gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for telling me everything, Frank," she says. "Especially the story about your dad. It must have been hard for you."

"I've never told really told anyone about him," I sigh. "I didn't think I could trust anyone. But with you, I can tell you anything because I know you'll be able to keep it to yourself."

"The same goes to you. I completely trust you."

I slip an arm around her waist and pull her against me, and then I kiss her on the lips.

"I trust you, too," I smile. "Come on" – I stand up and pull Jenny to her feet – "There must be something else we can do than sit in the park all day."

"I suppose we could go into central London and have a wander round the shops and maybe we'll grab some food afterwards," she suggests.

"That sounds good enough for me. Let's get going."

We go to Piccadilly Circus and wander arm in arm, amusing ourselves, pretending that we are sightseers from another country. We find a Ben and Jerry's and share a large Hot Fudge Sundae. Afterwards, we wander up Regent Street and head into Hamleys and we spend ages hovering around, looking at the diverse array of stuffed animals, from regular teddy bears to more exotic plushes such as turtles and dolphins, and enormous life-sized giraffes and elephants. Jen ends up buying two teddy bears – one for her, the other for me.

Then we go to Oxford Street and spend hours and hours and hours circling up and down street, wandering round the shops, Jenny trying on very high heels in Office and staggering around like a drunk, and then she spends ages in Topshop, choosing some really sexy clothing to try on in the changing room – as well as choosing some clothes for me to try on too. Finally, after we bulge our bags with new clothes, we go to Starbucks for some refreshment.

"Thanks for not complaining while I spent ages in shops and trying on clothes," says Jenny.

"Thank you for choosing the clothes that suit me," I reply. After a take a sip from my espresso, I start to fidget and drum the side of the glass with my fingertips. I want to ask her something, but I'm afraid she might say no.

"Frank? You OK?" Jenny asks.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm… good."

"You sure? You look a little nervous."

"I'm good – really. It's just…" I hesitate. "I was wondering if… No, I can't."

"Oh, go on. What is it?"

"Really, I can't."

"Frank, I'm not gonna let this go if you don't tell me. Now what is it?"

"I was wondering if you would like to… spend the night at… my place."

Jenny's face turns red. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

I've only ever invited Jenny round to my place for dinner, a movie or both. I've never invited her to sleep over at my place – Mrs King will hit the roof, thinking that we'll get up to some sort of shenanigans, even though what we'll be probably doing is sleeping rather than… the other thing – though I wouldn't mind if we did that.

"I-I mean you can say no if you want to. It was just a suggestion…" I stammer.

"Yes," says Jenny.

"It was only a…" I stop and stare at her. "What did you say?"

"I would like to spend the night at your place."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It'll be fun – like an adult sleepover. Besides, I haven't told Aunt Hermione – or my parents for that matter – that I've come back. Also, I would like a place where I can drop my shopping, so yes, Frank, I would like to spend the night at your place."

Her words echo in my ears like heavenly bells. "That's fantastic! I mean" – I clear my throat – "I mean that's, erm, that's great. It really is."

"Cool. We better get going then if we wanna beat the traffic. Plus, I'm all shopped out."

It's nearly dusk when we leave Starbucks and catch a cab. But while Jenny's stuffing her bags in the car, I tell the driver the address of my place – but it's the place that Jenny always visits for dinner. I still have one more surprise up my sleeve for her.

We reach our destination about ten minutes later. The taxi pulls up outside a row of elegant red brick Victorian houses. One of those places you hear estate agents describe as having character and original features.

"We're here," I say, paying the driver.

"Here?" says Jenny, staring out, dazed. "Where are we?"

"Chelsea – or Chelsea Embankment should I say." I climb out of the taxi, dragging out the shopping out as I do.

"But… but you don't live here," Jenny points out as she climbs out of the taxi. "You live in a council flat in Shepherd's Bush."

"That's what I wanted you to think."

"What are you talking about?"

"The flat that I've got in Shepherd's Bush was provided to me by MI9 as my undercover role as caretaker for St Hope's." I motion to the building in front of me. "This is where I actually live."

Jenny gapes at me in shock. Her mouth drops open. "You mean you actually live here? In Chelsea?"

"Yes," I nod.

"Holy crap!" Jenny exclaims, staring at the handsome building.

I burst out laughing. "Well if you think the outside is amazing, wait until you see inside."

I go up the short steps and unlock the door. I take Jenny's hand and we step inside.

"It's beautiful," she says, setting her bags on the polished wooden floorboards and admiring the lovely old cornicing in the hallway.

The corridor also has hung black and white photographs of bleak landscapes – mountains and sea against dramatic skies, each one beautifully framed.

"Wait until you see the rest of it," I say proudly. "Come on, I'll give you a tour."

I lead her into the spacious living room. There are huge cream sofas and armchairs, Bohemian glass that's arranged on the shelves in precise formation, and glossy magazines on the glass coffee table that's laid out with geometric precision, as well as the dark wooden table and chairs. Next, I lead Jenny into the kitchen/dining room next to the living room, where the cabinets fill just about every square inch of the big bright room. But suddenly, Jenny gives a squeal and heads for the large window that looks out onto the River Thames.

"Wow! What a sensational view," she says. "It's stunning. And the kitchen – it's huge."

"Wait till you see the bedrooms," I say, and I lead her out of the kitchen and out of the living room, down the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor. "First off, before I show you my room, I'd like to show you my study room."

I open the door and Jenny looks inside. The room is decorated with cream blinds and dark brown carpet and posters of my favourite jazz singers. There's a large table and a black swivel chair with a spotlight overhead, with neatly stacked books and papers on the table, as well as my laptop.

"This was a bedroom when I bought I house," I explain, "but since I'm an accomplished scientist and inventor, I turned this into my study."

"I love it," says Jenny. "It's ultra-hip and cool."

"And now for the finale: my bedroom." We head back down the stairs. "Get ready to be impressed!" I open the door and lead Jenny into the bedroom.

It's a big square room with dark wooden floorboards, a dark blue rug that's as soft and thick as a cat's fur and navy wallpaper. A king-size bed with a midnight blue duvet and white plump pillows, and two polished wooden tables on both sides of the bed with lamps, and a large wardrobe opposite the bed. Then I show Jenny the en-suite bathroom. The bathroom is huge, with a wide, glass shower stall and two washbasins. A large cherry wood cabinet sits next to the shower stall, that's filled with navy-coloured towels and bath oils, soaps, and bubbles of all scents.

"And that's just about it basically," I conclude as we come out of the bathroom.

"This really is amazing, Frank," says Jenny. She looks really impressed. "You're so lucky to live somewhere like this."

"Thanks. Listen, er… I was thinking about how we can finish what we were doing today." I flash Jenny a devilish grin, remembering the amazing blow job I had earlier today.

"And what would that be?"

My hands go round her waist and I pull her tightly against me. "This…" I say softly, and then I lean in and start kissing her. My hands are in her hair, my finger stroking her ear, and then I very gently nibble the lobe and start kissing her neck down at the very sensitive part where it meets her shoulders. Then I carefully guide my hand directly under her vest…

"No. Frank. Stop it."

I let her go immediately and step back.

"Hey, sorry," I say. "I didn't mean to…"

"No. Don't. It-it's fine," Jenny says, wrapping her arms round herself.

"Is everything all right, Jen?"

She shakes her head. "No, not really. Frank, I have to tell you something." She goes over to the bed and sits on it. I do the same.

"Jen, what's wrong?" I ask.

"OK, um, how can I put this?" she thinks. "Oh God, this is gonna be so embarrassing. You're gonna laugh at me."

"No, I won't. I promise."

"OK. Frank, you should know that while I may be your gazillionth girlfriend… you are actually my… first boyfriend – as in my very first."

"I'm your very first boyfriend?"

She nods. "And everything we've done together has been my first: the kiss we had after the charity fashion show was my first, that first date we had where we watched Oz: The Great and Powerful was my very first date. The first time we said I love you to each other was my very first time and what happened a few hours ago… well…"

"That was your first time?" It doesn't take a genius to work this one out. "So that means…"

"Yeah, I'm a virgin," Jenny quietly confesses. "And I know what you're thinking – how can I be a virgin when I can suck cock like a pro? Even though I have no experience with sex… I know how to do the techniques. I've seen it in books and on the Net and I've… watched the films, so…"

Neither of us says anything for a moment. I stare at Jenny as she is blushing in fifty shades of red. I pull her into a hug.

"Frank?"

"You dummy," I say, comforting her. "Do you really think that I'm some insensitive jerk who would laugh at something like that?"

"Y-you mean… you're not ashamed that I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin?"

"Of course not, silly! I'm proud of you. I'm proud that you decided to wait until the right person came along – and I'm gonna keep waiting until you are ready to take things further."

Jenny pulls away. "You really mean that? You'll wait?"

"For as long as it takes."

"Oh, Frank." She kisses me lovingly on the lips. "You are the best boyfriend in the world. I'm so lucky to have you."

I smile in response. "Listen, how about we order a takeaway and watch a film?"

Jenny smiles back. "That sounds like a good idea."

Half an hour later, Jen and I are sitting on the sofa eating a Chinese takeaway while watching The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey on DVD. When we do finish watching the film, it's nearly half past twelve.

Jenny lets out a big yawn. "Wow, I didn't realise it was so late," she says.

"Hey, you're right," I say, glancing at the clock. "I guess it's time for bed. You can take the bed, I'll take the sofa."

"Oh."

"What?"

"I was kind of hoping we would…" Jenny blushes.

I furrow my brow, but then it suddenly clicks to me and I go red, too. "Oh oh!" I say sheepishly. "You mean…"

"I-I mean we don't have to do anything – all we're going to do is sleep, right?"

"Yeah, that's all we're doing. We're just gonna sleep and nothing else."

"And nothing else."

"So, er, let's get ready, then."

We leave the living room and head for my bedroom. Jenny takes a bag with her into the bathroom, obviously to get changed. I change out of my clothes into a long-sleeved navy top and purple check pyjama bottoms and slip into bed. When I get comfortable, the door opens and standing at doorway is Jenny, wearing a cherry red Asian-print shortie pyjama set featuring a spaghetti strap top and matching shorts.

I make a long wolf whistle.

"Do you like it?" she shyly asks.

"Yeah!" I say. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

She smiles. Then she puts the clothes she wore earlier in one of the shopping bags and comes to bed, slipping herself under the duvet. We lie on our sides, facing each other.

"So…" she says.

"So…" I echo.

"This is… nice."

"Yes, it is."

Jenny frowns. Then she lays on her other side so I'm facing her back and she tucks herself into me so her back is to my stomach. Then she takes my left arm and wraps it around her waist.

"Ah! Much better," Jenny says with content. And she's right, this is better. "Anyway, goodnight, Frank."

"Goodnight, Jen," I say.

"And Frank?"

"Yes?"

Jenny turns to me and whispers softly, "I love you."

I reply by giving her a peck on the cheek. "I love you, too."

We get back to our comfortable positions with Jenny snuggling up against me, and we settle in for the night.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this saucy little chapter. I've come to tell you that I'm taking a little break from my story for two reasons. One, I need to think up new missions for Jenny and the gang. If you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to PM me, I don't bite. And two, I've being neglecting my artistic duties on Deviantart and I need to get some drawings done - especially during the Christmas season. If you wanna see my drawings, just Google animequeen20012003 and there you are. So what else can I say other than Merry Christmas and I'll see you in the New Year! XOXO