Night had already fallen for a long time already on the city. In a house in Rosedale, a young woman in front of her kitchen sink, cleaning the last traces of the meal she had with her daughter and her companion a few minutes earlier. Every night since the club was closed due to the investigation, Julia spent her time with Olivia and Darcy when he was not on duty at the hospital. That night, however, she did not participate in a conversation they had at the table and the dinner passed in near silence. She then accompanied the girl in her bedroom and she had prepared for the night. She had told her a story as she always did, and she had dropped in the kitchen for storage. Julia didn't loved by particularly her duty as hostess, but she had free the nanny for a few days to enjoy her daughter, and activate with chores allowed her not to think about what was turning into loop in her mind.

Julia sighed deeply, noticing she had polished so long the work plan was even shining more than mirror. Before she had time to move, she felt two hands on her hips and drag a body pressing into her back. The fingers of the young men parted her hair waving in her neck and he kissed her.

-Olivia is asleep? Grumbled him against her skin.

-Yes, to closed fist, Julia said, closing her eyes.

-You need to relax, your day had to be long and exhausting, continued Darcy continuing his kisses and caresses, Detective Murdoch should learn to know who you are. He has no right to treat you that way.

-He only does his job, grumbled Julia who lost feet gently.

Darcy did not answer and she closed her eyes as he gently up smelling her skirt over her thighs and pulled her against him again. She felt through the thin fabric of her below how he was ready. She bit her lip and Darcy opened the button on his pants and his fly without ceasing to kiss her neck, without stopping his caresses. She put a hand on the young man, which was heading to her breast he stroked a long time. Julia reared grasp of the feeling of her nipples through the fabric and she groaned when Darcy 's erecting stumbled against her buttocks. She then reached into her back to seize his member still covered with fabric. Her hand slipped into his pants and began a slow back and forth on his so sensitive skin. He groaned to bit her with more force her neck, making her gasp a sigh of surprise. Then, when she felt he was about to crack, she turned around. They exchanged a glance before sealing their mouth, before letting their tongues dance passionately. Darcy down the underwear of Julia and in the same movement he placed the woman on the worktop. She spread her legs once for him to come to slip between and gently without breaking their kiss, he entered with force. He stuffed his face soon in her disheveled hair and she grabbed all her strength to him, tying her legs around his hips. They tuned their strokes at the same pace, moaning and sighing louder as the tension get high. Julia, eyes closed, Darcy kept tightly pressed against her, her hand through his dark hair, the other on his back, closing her fingers over the fabric of his shirt. Gently, he took her to ecstasy, but every jerk, she had this name that echoed in her head. William, William, William, oh yes, again, oh yes, William. Up to that moment where she finally exploded.

-Oooh Darcy, groaned Julia tensing by pleasure.

She was in the interrogation room, dark and inhospitable. She felt a cold chill to the bone. The door swung open and she jumped. A man was there. She met his gaze full of desire and the next moment the door closed behind him violently.

-Detective , she whispered, what am I doing here? I...

-It's me asking the questions Mrs. Ogden, the young man replied in a deep voice.

She just nodded and in a jump he found himself in front of her. Without she can do anything at all, he slipped his hand into her back and pulled her against him violently.

-Do you dream of me Mrs. Ogden? He said in a sure voice on her lips.

-I ... no, I ...

-You are lying, I know you dream of me every night. I know what I do in your dreams, I know you feel it. Just as much as me.

She did not answer and she met his gaze once more before he rocking gently back to kiss languorously. Julia then slipped her arm around his neck and she savored this moment for a long time. When they left, they smiled and he pushed her toward the table in the center of the room without leaving her eyes. He undid the buttons of her blouse and he quickly openedit. Then, came the turn of her skirt to slid on the floor. In a moment the young man's shirt was open and she stroked his muscles draw in the thin fabric of his white shirt. He smiled, that smile she loved so much and she got her braces. One hand on each side of her hips, he made her sit on the table, then she lay on it without protest. He pulled her down without taking his eyes and a second after he lay down on her, placing a hand on each side of her face.

-I have ways to make you talk Mrs. Ogden, and tell me everything, absolutely everything, repeated William on her lips before kissing her, before removing her underwear, before making love passionately .

Julia woke with a start, feeling the sweat sliding down her back. Once again she had this disturbing dream to be in Detective Murdoch's arms. Once again she had imagined him kiss, caress, feel his hands and kisses her entire body. Yet she was there, in bed, in the arms of another man who held her firmly by the waist and who was sleeping peacefully in her back. A man to whom she had given her to him a few hours earlier, when she had thought of another. She cursed to have such thoughts. She knew she betrayed Darcy. Yet she could not do otherwise. Since she had met Detective William Murdoch, only few times, she did not think to him. When she crossed his eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat, when she felt his fingers on her skin she thought she had fainted. She had never felt for anyone, what she felt for William Murdoch. And never anything on this Earth had broken her heart so much that this harsh reality. She fell madly in love with a man with whom nothing was possible.

So Julia sighed deeply and turned to give a glance at Darcy sleeping soundly. She knew she had no right to have such thoughts to the young Detective. She knew that in time, when she will not meet him again, they may forget and forget the trouble she feels, her desire too. She would accept that this "love" is impossible and she would resume her life, simply. But meanwhile, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She had this strange feeling of being buried under a ton of rubble, which lacked air with each breath. She had the urge to scream all her anger, all her pain too. She wanted to dress, take her car and go to his home. She wanted he opens the door for her to cast her in his arms, that he hold her against him forcefully and that he whispers that he loved her, he would always be there for her. But Julia knew that this was impossible and that she never would know the happiness of being loved by him who haunted his nights, Detective Murdoch.

Hearing her compagnon beside her, she jumped up, determined to get some air to put her thoughts right. She knew she could not escape from them that night, but she could not sleep. She got up, wear her silk dressing gown she tied on her waist and slowly left the room. She went to the ground floor, on the small wooden deck on the back of the house and she appreciated for minutes on her cigarette, staring at the sky. When a shiver froze her blood, she entered again and she did what she often did when she does not sleep. She went into the bedroom of her daughter. She watched her a long time sleep peacefully before approach her and come to lie next to her.

-Do you do nightmares mom? The girl asked sleepily.

-Yes my sweetheart, Julia replied, stroking her hair as Olivia is coiled in her arms, go back to sleep my princess, said the young woman before kissed her on her forehead and close her eyes to sleep at last.

to be continued...