The Call

Just a quick one… ahem… as it were

He became aware of the light streaming in from outside and as he groaned while the effects of the champagne slapped him playfully around the head, he was aware of her stretching very alluringly beside him.

She gave him a wicked smile – actually flushing a little as she recalled the night before. Sleeping a while after their first time, he became a lot bolder, embarking on a mission to kiss every inch of her until she had been compelled to mirror him before they collapsed again, breathless and giddy.

They had slept pretty soundly but she had loved the sensation of feeling him next to her, cuddling up to her, holding her.

Even now, half asleep she could see he was close to arousal and wickedly she moved to lie on top of him, which woke him up as he felt her press against him. Enjoying the sensation of her being in control, he lay back and let her sit astride him, with just mock protestations.

Camille could scarcely believe this was the same shy, reserved officer she'd fallen for over the last two years, not that she was complaining.

Lying breathlessly by his side, she was about to tell him how deliriously happy this was making her when her mobile phone chirped to life. She rolled away from him exposing her back that he could not resist planting a number of gentle kisses on as he reached around her to caress her breasts.

Until he heard the words: "Ahhh good morning Commissioner"

He sprang away from her, shock on his face although in fairness she looked pretty stunned as well!

"Ah Camille, good morning, I trust you are not feeling too bad after the champagne. I was wondering if I could speak to the Inspector?"

"You want to speak to Rich…. The Inspector? I could, ummm, pass on a message when I next see him?"

She shot Richard a look as he let out an involuntary squeak at the mention of his name.

"Well you could, Sergeant, but it really is probably just as quick to hand over the phone, as he was not picking up his"

She winced – of course his phone was in his jacket, which was on the chair in her kitchenette.

"Sorry" she mouthed as she handed the phone to him, literally hitting him with it as he tried to inch away.

"Ahhh Commissioner," he said… his voice still a little squeaky if the truth be told. "What can I do for you?"

"Sorry to bring the awful nature of work in after such pleasantries last night – I trust you enjoyed the function?"

"Ahh yes yes, it was … ummm very enjoyable, but you mentioned… work"

Camille was trying lean and listen, which was distracting enough with her hair tickling his face, but really the sensation of those perfect breasts brushing against him was really not helping the situation.

"So you were saying?"

"Yes – looks interesting – what seems to be a murder – it is at the top of the island so it will be a bit of a drive. Fidel was on call and he is there processing the scene, and Dwayne is on his way to join him. I trust you and Sergeant Bordey can make your way there, once you have had time to… get home and change?"

"Umm yes" stumbled Richard.

"Good – well tell the team I will call in Monday for a briefing. Oh and Inspector – we will need to re-assess your living arrangements now in light of your move to head up a new division and the new DI coming to take your place. Until Monday then."

Camille looked at him, half in amusement, half in concern as he really seemed to be having palpitations!

"Murder" he gasped – "need to change, we need to get up there."

"Ok Richard breathe – we are going to get this a lot over the next few days. You think you can handle this?"

He calmed himself – "Yes… ok let's go – we need to go to mine so I can change into something a little more, or well less formal" as he eyed his dress shirt on the floor.

She waited until the panic subsided in his eyes, kissed him to let him know things would be alright, as she headed to the shower.

She paused by the door.

"Well come on – we don't have time for you to shower at yours too…."