It had been a long day. Detective Inspector Jack Robinson sighed in relief as he pulled up his car in front of the house of Phryne Fisher. He didn't get out immediately, but leaned back for a moment and rubbed his eyes. A long, hard day, with lots of paperwork, a drunk and disorderly, and a frustrating dead end in the case he'd been working on. In fact, he'd been working hard for the past few days, and he was tired. He was looking forward to seeing Phryne, as they had spent the last couple of days apart, but he hoped she wouldn't be too… exuberant. He didn't think he was up to that right now. Nevertheless, the thought of taking her into his arms was irresistible.
He got out of the car and walked through the darkness to the front door. When he knocked softly, the door was opened by Phryne, looking beautiful as ever in her black embroidered silk robe. 'Jack,' she said softly, as she reached for him with a sweet, longing smile. They embraced tenderly, and Jack appreciated the fact that Phryne seemed to realize how tired he was and didn't seem to have any immediate plans of ravishing him right there on the hallway floor. He kissed her softly and held her close, whispering in her ear: 'I've missed you.' She put her arms around him and smiled up at him. 'I've missed you too. You've been working too hard.' He could only agree with that. 'Poor Jack,' she said. 'But I've got something that might make you feel better.'
'Whiskey?' he suggested hopefully, and she grinned in delight. 'You read my mind, Inspector.'
They went into the sitting room together, and he saw that she had already poured him a glass. He sighed gratefully as he dropped into the love seat and she handed him the whiskey, then nestled herself close to him. 'Now,' she said. 'Tell me all about this case that's been giving you such a headache.' He started talking, gradually feeling like a load was lifted from his shoulders as he told her all about the worries of the past few days. She listened quietly until he was finished, then offered a few suggestions that threw the case in a completely new perspective. That, combined with the effect of the excellent whiskey, suddenly made him feel much lighter and happier. She felt him relax next to her, stood up with a smile, and held out her hand to him. 'Now that you're feeling better, I have a surprise for you.'
He was immediately wary. You never knew what she might have planned. But the whiskey helped in overcoming his apprehensions, and he suddenly realized that he didn't care; as long as he could stay close to her, everything was fine with him. He took her hand and let her lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. He allowed himself one last thought to hope that it wouldn't be anything too exotic, before she opened the bedroom door. The room was softly lit with dozens of candles. The bed was full of soft cushions and fresh satin sheets, and two glasses of champagne stood on the bedside table. Soft jazz was playing on the gramophone. Jack relaxed with a smile. 'You've been working so hard, I felt you deserved a treat.' She said with a twinkle in her eyes as she handed him a glass of champagne. It was excellent, probably French, he thought.
Without a word, she started to undress him; not in her usual, eager way, but unhurriedly, kissing every part of him that she uncovered. 'Go lie down on the bed,' she whispered when she had finished. He did as he was told, enjoying the unhurried pace and the way his thoughts had clouded pleasantly due to the champagne and Phryne's closeness. She kneeled next to him on the bed. 'No, turn around, you should be face down.' He frowned for a moment, not seeing what could possibly be accomplished if he was lying on his stomach. But he decided to trust her, and rolled over. He heard her take something from the bedside table, and then felt her straddle his back. A moment later, she poured out a couple of drops of warm oil, and started massaging his shoulders.
His first reaction was surprise. He hadn't really expected this from Phryne, hadn't expected her to be so… caring. And willing to wait, and put his own needs before hers. Secondly, he was not the kind of person who was given to relaxing completely. He liked to be in control of the situation, and he was usually worried or tense about something, so surrendering and letting go of all worries was not something he was used to. But as Phryne's soft hands moved expertly over his taut muscles, he gradually felt the tension drain from him, and he let out a sigh of pleasure as he closed his eyes and surrendered to her. The oil had a warming effect on his skin, and he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of her hands on his body. He didn't think he had ever been touched like this, her soft fingers lovingly caressing every inch of his skin until he felt warm and happy. She moved down to ease the tension out of the muscles of his back. He was starting to feel a little sleepy as she slowly moved further down.
Phryne felt her Inspector gradually relax. She had, of course, experience in the matter and knew exactly what she was doing, expertly loosening the knots where the muscles had tensed. Poor Jack, she mused, he really worries too much. He should take more time to relax. But as she looked at his muscled back and shoulders, she felt her body react to his presence, and her thoughts turned to different matters. After all, she hadn't seen him in days. She felt that she had shown great self-restraint for the last half hour… there was only so much a girl could resist. And she leaned over and bit his buttock.
'Hey!' he exclaimed indignantly, suddenly wide awake again as he pushed himself up on an elbow to give her a berating look. 'You don't even try to control yourself, do you?'
She gave him a teasing look, without a trace of contrition. 'Why ever would I want to do that, if the alternative is so much more pleasant?' She made as if to bite him again, but he caught her and they tumbled laughingly on the bed until he was on top of her.
'There,' he said. 'No more biting!' At that moment, he noticed that she was still wearing her robe. 'Why Miss Fisher, I can't believe you're still dressed! How ever did you manage that?' he teased. She gave him a naughty look. 'I'm not quite as dressed as you might think, Inspector.'
Curious, he undid the knot of her robe and let it fall open. She wasn't wearing her usual underwear underneath… in fact, she wasn't wearing anything. He swallowed. If he'd known that… all the time they were talking in the sitting room, and she was right there beside him, wearing nothing underneath that thin robe… They probably would have ended up in the bed much sooner.
With such easy access… He surprised her by immediately taking a nipple in his mouth, and she gasped when he took it between his teeth.
'Jack! I thought you said no biting!'
'No biting for you, that is,' he replied, softly nipping at her neck. 'Are you complaining, Miss Fisher?' he teased, drawing back.
'Only that you're a dreadful hypocrite,' she said in mock indignation, but meanwhile she was drawing down his head to her other nipple so he would continue. He bit it softly, then sucked until she uttered a soft moan. When he released her, he spotted the glasses of champagne on the bedside table, and he had a sudden stroke of inspiration. Taking a glass, he filled his mouth with the bubbly wine, then bent down and closed his lips around her nipple again. The prickling sensation immediately had her gasping, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He swallowed and took another sip to repeat the action on her other nipple, enjoying the way she was squirming underneath him. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to stop playing yet. Eventually, he stopped to look around, and spotted the bottle of oil on the bedside table. 'My turn,' he said, as he dripped some oil onto his hand. He had never done anything like this before (in fact, it reminded him rather a lot of Turkish bath houses and other such places of dubious reputation), but the thought of running his hands all over her body was irresistible.
As his strong hands moved over her body with gentle care, rubbing the warm oil all over her skin, Phryne felt like this must surely be the height of sensual pleasure. She settled down comfortably in the pillows and let him caress every inch of her, softly stroking, exerting pressure at certain points, incredibly delicate at others. Her body reacted to his touch, but for once, she stayed still and allowed him to continue, until her entire body was warm and pliable and shining with oil. She was in a mental state beyond mere arousal; she felt purely sensual and deeply connected to the man sitting next to her. Suddenly, she felt a deep desire to express that sense of connection. She rose languorously from the pillows and kissed him deeply. When she drew back, she saw that his eyes were dark with desire, but she felt that his mood was the same as hers: one of unhurried sensuality rather than urgent need.
'Will you take directions from me for a moment?' she whispered to him, and he nodded seriously, without saying a word, without a joke or teasing comment that would shatter the tender mood. 'Put some pillows up against the headboard, and lean back against them,' she instructed, and he obeyed without a word. 'Now cross your legs, like you're meditating.' He looked at her questioningly, and she showed him how. When he was in the right position, she carefully lowered herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around him so they were face to face, their upper bodies touching. He noticed that her skin was smooth and slick from the oil. He helped her lift her hips, so she could slowly lower herself onto him, and he kept his eyes firmly fixed on hers as he entered her. Completely wrapped around each other, his face only inches from hers, he looked straight into her eyes as he started moving inside her, ever so slowly, supporting her hips to lift her slightly for each stroke. They were so close, soon their breathing became synchronized, and Jack could almost swear that he could feel her heart beat, and that it beat in time with his.
They both sank into a state of sensual pleasure that was beyond time, and they were aware of nothing but each other's closeness. After a while, both had the feeling that they could no longer really tell where their own body ended and the other's began. When she leaned her head back in ecstasy, he kissed the soft skin of her exposed throat. She wrapped her legs even closer around him, and sank deeper, making him moan softly. She looked at him tenderly and pressed her lips to his, and for several long moments they sank into a deep, lingering kiss, exploring each other with their tongues. She ran her hand down his back, sending a shiver down his spine. When she bit his lip and moaned, he realized how close she must be, and he slightly picked up the pace, feeling his own tension begin to build. She tilted her hips a little and arched her back, which pressed her upper body even closer to his, and he felt more connected to her than ever. He closed his eyes, but was intensely aware of her, of every movement and every tremor, and the moment she was ready, he knew. They both gasped at the same time as a delicious sensation spread from where they were joined to fill their entire bodies while they gripped each other closely. The orgasm was not the short burst of electricity that he was used to, rather it was a warmth, a tingling, inextricably mixed with a deep feeling of love and connection, and it went on for a blissful eternity.
Finally they both stopped moving at the same time. For a while, they sat entirely still, completely wrapped up in each other and the experience they had shared. Then, slowly, he sank back into the pillows, and she unwrapped her legs to lie in his arms and rest her head on his chest. They didn't speak. There was no need. Slowly, they drifted off into sleep.
Author's note: If you enjoyed the chapter, please review! I'm also open to suggestions or requests for future chapters, as I'm starting to run out of ideas :) (Don't worry though, there will be more chapters soon!)