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A/N: More MFMM for the handful of you that actually know what this show is, lol. As promised, things are getting smuttier. If you know me, you know they will get downright filthy, there will likely be companion pieces, and more fluffy smut will ensue, lol. Enjoy!

A Most Unreasonable Flaw

Phryne cracked one eye open, glanced at the timepiece by her side of the bed and scowled. That scowl turned darker at the low but unmistakably cheerful whistling of the man who was supposed to be warm and solid in her bed but was most assuredly not.

She turned and spotted him, awake, alert, and nearly fully dressed. Except for his missing tie, he looked pristine, not a hair out of place, and ready to start the day. Phryne Fisher was smacked yet again in the face by the fact that she was inextricably embroiled with a man who was a morning person.

God, he was a morning person. For such a reasonable man, she found it a most unreasonable flaw.

"Jaaack," she called in a tone that Phryne hoped was suitably enticing and not whiny. "Come back to bed."

His warm chuckle reached her and threatened to derail her morning crankiness. "I think not, Miss Fisher." His voice got closer as he moved towards the bed. "Tempting as you undoubtedly are, crime waits for no man."

With a huff, she turned face down, burrowing under the silk sheets and pressing her face into the pillow. It smelled like her perfume and his soap and she inhaled greedily. "You're being unreasonable," she muttered into the pillow, forgoing enticement and embracing childishness. "Your shift won't even start for another hour."

"I'm being unreasonable?" Jack had to laugh at that, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Your morning crankiness is at an all time high today, Miss Fisher."

"I am not cranky," she said mulishly, and when she turned her head to the side on the pillow, he saw that her lips were pursed in displeasure and her eyes closed.

Jack's lips quirked up as he smoothed away the frown between her eyes with his thumb.

"You sure are," he whispered, leaning down as he spoke so that his breath caressed her ear. "But as further proof that I am completely besotted with you, I'll confess I find it charming." It was not his first—nor would it be his last—time handling a prickly Phryne Fisher in the morning. He embraced the task fully. With a finger, he tugged down the sheets to bare one silky shoulder and placed a warm kiss on the soft skin. "Now, look at me so that I can see what color your eyes are this morning and kiss me goodbye."

He trailed his mouth over the back of her shoulder and the side of her neck and she arched like a kitten under his touch but in true Phryne stubbornness refused to obey his request. He bit her gently in reprimand, but sighed in defeat. "Very well," he rose from the bed. "Maybe I'll have better luck getting a warmer morning greeting from Mr. Butler."

Well aware of how this would go, Jack retrieved his tie and looped it around his neck. Before he even began to knot it, he heard her breathy voice behind him. "Jack."

He turned and couldn't contain a smile at the sight of her, wrapped in the silk sheets and kneeling at the edge of the bed. She was absolutely gorgeous in the morning, with no make-up and mussed hair and sleepy eyes. Even after all the times he'd seen her like this, it still hit him like a fist to the gut. She opened her arms in invitation and he walked to the edge of the bed.

"Of course, I'll kiss you goodbye," she murmured, arms wrapping around him, her embrace unsurprising. Regardless of her morning surliness, she was too generous and affectionate to deny him. Jack knew he wasn't walking out of the bedroom without his kiss. Indeed, she was all warmth in his arms, pressing kisses on the corners of his mouth. Jack ran his fingers through her hair, smoothing the sleek cap before tracing her cheeks, and finally those beautiful pink lips. "I'll always kiss you," she murmured, mouth tracing his jaw and then leaving a sensual trail down his throat. "I love kissing you, Jack. Even if you are disgustingly cheerful in the morning."

He laughed and felt her hands grip the ends of his as yet undone tie. Automatically, his body tensed. As she moved, the barest, most imperceptible shimmy of her shoulders sent those silk sheets slithering down her body, leaving her gloriously nude. It almost might have been accidental. But he knew better. "Phryne," he groaned in reprimand and yet like a moth to a flame, grasped her bare hips in his hands.

Casually, she began knotting the strip of fabric even as a knowing smile toyed about her lips. "Do you remember the first time I undid your oh so perfectly knotted tie?" she mused.

Jack swallowed. "Vividly, Miss Fisher." He tried valiantly to keep his gaze on her face. "I can't forget that outrageously erotic costume." Phryne met his gaze, blue orbs darkening in response to his deepening voice. "Or how you were close enough I felt nearly drunk on how goddamned good you smelled." Helplessly, he gripped her tighter, leaning into her just enough that her breasts pressed against his chest, his freshly knotted tie. "But most of all, I can't forget how the entire time you were touching me, you eyed my mouth like you owned it."

She choked out his name and lunged forward. He captured the sound immediately. His mouth open and hungry as he met hers. Phryne saw the flash of satisfaction in his eyes at the knowledge that he had unraveled her with just a few sentences, but she didn't mind. She had unraveled him with a slither of silk sheets and her hands on his tie. In this, as in everything else in their relationship, they were on equal ground.

Hands splayed, he moved from her hips to her bottom, cupping her firmly. Jack molded and squeezed until she was whimpering into his mouth, her naked body shamelessly rubbing against his fully clothed one. In the span of one kiss, she was lit ablaze. Nipples hard and aching, stomach clenching, and a throbbing between her thighs that desperately needed pressure and friction.

Clutching his lapels, she moaned huskily and as if the sound had communicated a silent message, Jack planted his right knee on the bed, effectively sliding between her thighs. The need to press her aching flesh against him and ride his thigh to oblivion was overwhelming, but he was so very put together, Phryne felt it only fair to warn him. "I'm wet, Jack," she breathed, her entire body straining to keep still and ignore the invitation of his muscular thigh between her own. "I'll leave your trousers damp and ruined."

"I don't care," he replied without hesitation. "I'll change them." At that moment, nothing mattered but the need to shatter her with pleasure. Fingers flexing on her pert bottom, he grinded her against him. Immediately, her head dropped back and she began to move against him. Soft, pleasure-filled sounds dripped from her and Jack could only imagine what the rough wool of his trousers was doing to the wet, soft bud she was stimulating with expert precision.

His mouth went dry watching her sensual movements, the rapture across her face. She was all pale, smooth skin and utter sensuality. Entranced, his splayed hands caressed up her sides and cupped her small, pert breasts. She moaned louder and pushed into his palms but didn't lose her rhythm. His thumbs swept over the hard point of her pretty, pink nipples. He knew exactly how she liked them touched, hard pressure but a slow caress.

He watched her in awe, in lust, in love. Her exposed throat beckoned like a dream; that long, lovely line a particular weakness of his. Head dipping, he pressed a deep, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse fluttering wildly beneath her skin and then he sucked. Hard. She cried out and began to tremble, one hand cupping the back of his neck as if afraid he'd stop. Of course, he didn't and he felt her pulse careen wildly under his mouth as she climaxed.

Spent and sated, she melted into him like erotic candle wax. He held her against him, stroking her back gently. Phryne tilted her head back and met his gaze, dark and sizzling. He groaned softly as his arousal pressed against her belly and one feminine hand stroked his fiercely clenched jaw. "Ah, Jack, this wasn't very fair to you." She brushed his mouth with hers very softly. "You know, Melbourne isn't going to fall apart if you're a tiny bit late for your—"

"Inspector?" A knock interrupted Phryne's words followed by Dot's sweet voice. "I'm so very sorry but Hugh is on the telephone," she called through the closed door. "There's some kind of situation at City South. He wouldn't go into details, Inspector, but he's anxious to speak to you."

"Thank you, Dot," Phryne replied. "You can let Hugh know the Inspector will be reporting for duty even earlier than usual today."

"Very well, Miss," Dot called out before retreating and Jack gave Phryne a pointed look.

"You were saying, Miss Fisher?"

She sighed dramatically and flopped back on the bed, spreading her arms. Moving quickly now, Jack went to the side of the closet where he kept spare clothes and selected an unsoiled pair of trousers.

"Do you want Mr. Butler to prepare something for you to eat on the way, Jack?" Phryne offered as he changed.

"No, that's all right." With economical movements, he re-dressed. "I'll grab something near the station after I sort out Hugh's problem." He grabbed his coat and hat and made sure his tie was precisely centered. However, before walking out of the bedroom, he turned to the naked woman sprawled on the bed. "Phryne?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Unless City South has burned down or fallen under attack, I will be back here the second my shift ends."

Her eyes twinkled as they met his. "Will you?"

"I most certainly will, Miss Fisher," he replied, his tone perfectly modulated and oh so polite. But his gaze raked her naked body and promised all manner of sins, all decadent and deliciously filthy.

"I'll be here," she replied simply. "Don't be late, Jack."