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The newly lovers had been exhausted and had both taken a short nap on his sofa. They laid there still cuddled closely together when Barbara started to stir again.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Tommy quietly asked into her ear. She finally opened her eyes just to see that all this had not been a dream. The soft expression on his face with his eyebrows raised asking produced a wonderfully sizzling cramp in her stomach. This was her face now, she knew. The one he only would give to her in moments like this. With this loving expression he will look at her and only her for the upcoming time which would be preferably as long as possible before this will end. Or maybe forever, she hoped.

She nodded. Carefully they avoided too delicate touches when they disentangled their limbs. Getting up Barbara took the red blanket with her and tightly wrapped it around her naked body. Tommy kept lying on the sofa for a few seconds more just to look at her. His eyes were full of love and a still burning desire. It was another expression that would be hers for a while.

"We could get into something more comfortable than that." With his chin he pointed at the trace of clothes. "And then we'll have a look if we could have something for a late dinner."

"M-hm. Although..." Barbara bit her bottom lip. "I have nothing... well... just these..." Now it was her turn to tilt her head to the scattered clothes.

"You can have one of my T-shirts." At his juicy smile Barbara smiled back ignoring her blush. Especially when it completely sunk in that Tommy laid there still naked and bared to her eyes. She saw a tiny movement and forced her eyes not to look down his body. She blushed even more. Obviously he found the idea of her putting on something from his wardrobe as alluring and sexy as Barbara.

Tommy got up not caring that she saw him totally naked and aroused. He stepped up close to her and she did not back away. "Go ahead, Barbara. I'll pick up our clothes, and you..." They kissed. "...can have a look around in my room. Feel free to inspect everything." They kissed again. "I have nothing to hide from you."

It was not completely clear if he had meant his room or the naked state of his body. She loved both ideas. Barbara chuckled lightly and hurried off.

After grabbing her bag from the floor in the hallway she climbed the stairs and hesitantly walked into his room. She switched on the main lamp.

The room was bright. It was the complete opposite to his dark and rather old-fashioned study downstairs. Next to the entrance door there was a dark wooden solitary drawer cabinet with a velvet lined box on top, several cufflinks in it and two wristwatches. She tossed her bag right next to it and had a look around in Tommy's bedroom.

There was a huge bed dominating the room. It was of white varnished oak wood, with a white and a beige bedside table to the left and to the right, not matching the style of the bed but surely old pieces of furniture and fitting to make a nice ensemble. Modern black metallic lamps stood on them and on the side which clearly was his there also was an alarm clock. Barbara had expected a picture standing there but the only pictures in the room were at the wall in a corner at the window front where a standard lamp stood pointing to a table with a stack of books and two armchairs. They looked modern but comfortable and were made of brown leather. In front of one was a matching footrest.

The same brown of the leather was found in the bedspread on his bed. Her eyes returned there. Three small pillows were loosely scattered on it. Barbara wondered what Tommy might wear in the night so she peeped under the pillow on his side. Hidden there was a green tartan night shirt. She laughed letting her fingers run across the silk. Of course it was neatly folded.

When she had tucked the bedspread back to where it should be, well at least somehow and not at all as tight as it had been before, Barbara turned and looked at the wall opposite to the bed. It was completely covered with a wooden wardrobe made of the same light varnished wood like the bed. It had huge sliding doors from floor to ceiling and Barbara dared to look behind each one of them. The right side almost was completely empty. There only were two spare blankets in it and another naked pillow. In the left half there were his clothes. In the lower half there was a hidden drawer cabinet above which his shirts hung. Barbara let her fingers glide across the expensive cloth and closed the door again.

She turned. Her eyes went back to the huge bed. She sighed and let the blanket from the sofa which still was wrapped around her naked body fall to the ground.

In the other wall opposite to the wardrobe and next to the bed there was a door and she knew there was his ensuite. She quickly used it but refrained from having a full shower. A little bit of cleaning would do. There were enough things provided. She even looked into the mirror cabinet above the sink. Everything was clean and looked horribly tidy. It was no wonder since there was a butler doing all the daily house work for Tommy, she thought. Or other cleaning personnel who surely was cleaning his house and this luxurious bathroom for him.

There were a few wall closets blending in with the surface, partly hidden behind huge mirror doors. The tiles on the floor were huge slate panels, their material found again at the walls here and there. Slightly jealous Barbara recognised that the room was bigger than the kitchen in her flat. The old-fashioned bathtub, standing free and facing the window, was huge and the shower cubicle provided enough space for two. It made her shiver in delight thinking about her having a shower with Tommy in there and doing other things. She quickly had to get out of there because her ideas had become too exciting.

Returning to the bedroom the sight of his bed made her shiver again in pleasurable anticipation. Barbara just wanted to make love with him over and over again and although nobody could see it she blushed at that thought.

Tommy still had not followed her upstairs so she walked to the cosy reading place near the window to have a closer look at the picture wall. There were two pictures with a dog, several family pictures, his siblings, Deborah and Simon, his estate in Cornwall, a beautiful shot of the Cornish Sea, his mother, Helen, their wedding photo, a horse, Helen on a horse, a stiff man Barbara thought would be his father according to the similarities with Tommy. Then there was Barbara in uniform, Barbara practising Aikido, Barbara inspecting a rotten body. She had to laugh at that because there also was Lafferty on the picture's left edge impertinently grinning into the lense of the camera.

Barbara swallowed. Of course there also were pictures of his early career, a squad photo and his actual close team but the one person on that picture wall with the most singular shots was she herself. There even was one with her and Tommy deep in conversation at a crime scene. Her frowning face looked up to him and he had a grim expression. Still they both smiled under the surface, somehow comforting the other. One of his hands soothingly was placed on her upper arm and she visibly leaned into this touch. The scene looked lovely although there was a covered body lying at their feet and a lot of blood on the carpet.

Barbara sighed. Apparently there must have been something going on for longer than she had expected. Maybe it even was going on almost as long as she had had that crush on her boss. Which had turned into affection, adoration, love even. Deep love.

Tommy still was heard downstairs. It sounded as if he had been to the downstairs bathroom and then had gone to the kitchen. Barbara wanted to call for him and ask about the pictures and then make love to him again but only seconds later she decided she would wait for him on the bed.

When they had left the lecture in that suburbian college she had just wanted to make love with him. In the car she had begun to fear that she might not meet his expectations. She had not had a lot of sex before and had wondered if she would be able to satisfy Tommy but when they finally had undressed in his living room, quite impatient and quick, everything had been going surprisingly smooth and then making love with Tommy might have been a bit urgent but it had been very natural and easy. There had been no real embarrassing clumsiness and it had felt absolutely fantastic to give in to the desireful flow. It had been an experience she never had had before. Tonight she wanted to repeat that again and again.

Her decision made quickly the pillows were pushed down from the bed and after a brief consultation with herself she let the beadspread, the duvet and all the other pillows follow. Despite her fear that he might find her ugly, particularly the scars on her belly, if he only looked at her properly, she would wait for him with nothing else on the bed but her.

An idea crossed her mind. She wanted to give herself into his hands completely. She wanted to learn what he would do with her, so she rummaged in her bag, then put the blindfold over her eyes, knotted it loosely in the back of her head, and laid down in the middle of the mattress. Her arms were spread, her legs were decently crossed but apart from that everything else of her naked body was openly presented.

Lying like this Barbara waited for Tommy to join her.

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