Welcome to my Midsomer story! This is going to be rated M eventually for smutty scenes. So just a fair warning. I hope you'll come along and review to let me know what you think :)
On the eve of her wedding, Cully turned to Ben for advice. What made her call him, of all people, was still a mystery to her. Possibly one last act of defiance and freedom.
She'd enjoyed flirting with her father's sergeants over the years. Of course, that's all it ever was. Well, unless you count that kiss with Troy. Which, she supposed, really should be counted.
But, no. Ben was older. More mature. She'd been enamored with him since she laid eyes on him. Usually, the infatuation went away over time. But, her total respect for Ben Jones only grew over the years.
Now, here she was on what was supposed to be the third day of her honeymoon, waking up in Ben Jones's bed. How, you may ask. Funny old world.
It started with Simon's multiple omissions. His lies about his phone being off, or dead. He made it really hard for her to trust him many times leading up to their wedding. She always pushed it away, but when it came down to it, she knew he was no good.
Not for her at least.
She turned to Ben for advice because he'd never led her astray in the past. However, she needn't have bothered. In her heart she knew her mind was made up.
There was no way she was going through with this wedding after all Simon had put her through. His behavior lately was just the final nail in the coffin for their long dead relationship.
She sat in the pub now, trying not to cry. She checked her watch. Ben was late. Just as she was about to get up he came scrambling in.
"I'm sorry. Work," he confessed.
"It's quite alright,"
"So?"
"I've just told him it's over,"
If Ben gave anything away in his eyes, Cully couldn't tell.
"How did he take it?"
Cully lifted a shoulder, "Better than I expected,"
Ben was silent. He took a long drink of the pint Cully had ordered for him.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
She sighed and leaned her back against the wall behind her. Ben scooted closer. Only by a half of an inch, but it made both of them more aware of each other.
"I'm fine. I'm sad it came to this, but…we were over a long time ago I think,"
Ben nodded. Cully's relationship with Simon had always been a mystery to him. They never seemed suited. In his eyes, anyway.
He looked over at her. Her lips barely touched the rim of her glass. Her eyes purposely turned on him and brazenly caught his gaze.
The fire light in the dark pub was making her cheeks glow. Or maybe she was blushing. Either way, Ben was having highly inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts like, he'd like to see just how deeply he could make her blush. And what he'd do to accomplish it.
Suddenly, his mind was running wild. He snapped back to reality as his phone rang.
"Jones," he cleared his throat as he answered.
He listened a second before sighing heavily, "I'll be right there,"
He hung up and looked at Cully. The lustful gaze she was giving him was making it very difficult to move.
"That was work. I gotta go. I'll call you,"
Cully's lips curved into a smile. It was probably for the best he was leaving. Much longer and they probably would have gotten themselves into trouble.
The problem was, both of them had a genuine knack for trouble.