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Author: Sara, Melusinesara, and Ducky (whichever one I feel
like going by today. In this case, all 3)
Title: A Very Interesting Evening
Censor: R to NC17 probably. Yeah, its
going to be smutty ;)
Pairing: Laura/Brittas (of course!)
Summary: Alternate ending to �Mr Brittas Changes Trains�
from series 4. What if the hypnosis didn�t wear off at midnight? Would it still
change the way Brittas feels about Laura?
Disclaimer: Some of the beginning dialogue is straight from
the episode. I don�t own the characters, etc. I�m just having an amazingly good
time with them!
A/N: The title is from a quote from the episode. When
Brittas asks Laura if she�s sure she�d like to go to dinner, she answers �Yes.
Under the circumstances I think it�ll be a very interesting evening.� So yeah,
that explains that. I also changed up a few things towards the end of the
�real� episode to make this work. Hope you like lots of smut, cos this fic is
going to be full of it.

A Very Interesting Evening
By Melusinesara

��.Does it have to?�
�What?�
�Wear off..�

Upstairs,
Laura sat in Mr Brittas� office with Mr Silverman, the hypnotist. They were
discussing the effects of the hypnosis on Mr Brittas, who was currently
downstairs in reception, playing with Ben and his trains. Mr Silverman�s work
had done wonders on Brittas, making him almost..well..normal. It was something Laura had always
fantasized about, but she thought of herself as too realistic to ever see it
happen in reality.

�You mean, can we leave him like that?� Silverman asked. Laura nodded
her head. �Oh no. Absolutely not.
I don�t think it�d be right.�
�But it�d
be close.� She stated, her words giving away an ironic truth. Silverman sat up
from his reclined position on the sofa, and looked at her.
�I know
it�s tempting, but��
�Look, I�ll
be honest with you.� Laura interjected. �He�s got a dinner this evening, and
I�If he could just stay like that for a few more hours�� The look in her eyes
was pleading.
�A few
hours?�.
�Till after
dinner.�
�What time
would that be?� Silverman asked cautiously.
�Eleven,
quarter past?�
Pausing to
think, Silverman sat in silence, pondering the morals of what he was about to
do. Finally, he answered. �I�ll give you till twelve.� He said.
�Right,
I�ll go and get him.� Laura leapt up and dashed out of the door, leaving
Silverman to prepare another hypnosis on Mr Brittas.

At first,
Mr Silverman intended to stick to his promise of midnight. He was breaking
nearly every ethic in the book by doing this, but when he saw the pleading look
in the other woman�s eyes, he knew there was more to it than just dinner. Laura
appeared to be hiding some very deep feelings for her boss, and as annoying and
dislikeable Mr Brittas seemed to be, there must have been something she saw in
him to want a few extra hours with the �normal� Brittas. Hell, compared to the
way he was when not under the effects of hypnosis, who wouldn�t? Silverman
paced the floor of the office, debating just how far he should go.
�The next morning.� He said to himself, deciding upon a good
time for the hypnosis to wear off. That would at least give her the night. He
couldn�t predict what would happen after dinner, but if a situation were to
arise�.at least Laura would have more time.

Later that
night, Laura and Mr Brittas sat alone in the quiet little restaurant, finishing
off their drinks. The other dinner guests had already departed long ago, but
the time that passed as the two sat together seemed to go unnoticed. The were both enjoying a discussion about work and the
European Leisure Industry, when Laura happened to look up at the clock. It was
nearly 1am.
�Is that
the time?� She asked, frowning. The
hypnosis was supposed to wear off an hour ago! So why is he still�nice? She
thought.
�What?� He
asked, glancing at his watch. �My goodness, Laura, it�s 1 in the morning! I
guess we�d better both get home. I was enjoying our conversation so much I
didn�t even realise how late it was. Here, I�ll walk you home.� Mr Brittas
stood up, fetching her jacket from the waiter. Laura moved to get up as well,
but she was still confused and distracted by his pleasant demeanor. At first
she thought about making up an excuse to suddenly leave, then bolting for the
door. Brittas looked at her, almost as though he knew what she had been
thinking. Ok, so he isn�t that bad..yet. And he did offer to walk me home. If the hypnosis
starts to wear off by then, at least I�ll be home and we can call it a night.
She thought, trying to make sense of it in her head. After all, she did want him to walk her home. She was
just frightened that he might return to his normal state of mind, and ruin it.
When he didn�t though, and everything seemed to be fine, Laura found herself
feeling more and more relaxed with him as they walked to her house.
Standing on
her front door step, Laura paused to look at him. �Sure you don�t want to come
in for a nightcap?� She smiled.
�Oh I
shouldn�t, Laura. Its late, and I should be getting home.� He cordially
declined her offer.
�Yes, of
course. I understand.� She said, hiding her disappointment well.
�Although
I�m sure at this hour Helen is already asleep�� He trailed off, looking into
her eyes. They were a deep shade of emerald green. Why had he not noticed that
before? And for that matter, why was he noticing now? �Well..I
suppose one drink wouldn�t hurt. But I can�t stay long.� He gave in, and Laura
invited him inside.

Laura�s
house wasn�t particularly large, but it wasn�t small either. It seemed just the
right size for an attractive, single, working woman in Whitbury. Laura gave him
a guided tour of her house, starting with the living room on the right side of
the hall, the kitchen on the left, and finally upstairs to the bedroom. They
didn�t stay up there too long, though, deciding to head down to the kitchen
instead. Mr Brittas sat at the small table in the middle of the room as Laura
poured them two glasses of wine.
�I hope you
don�t get the wrong impression, Laura..� Brittas spoke
as Laura joined him at the table.
�What do
you mean?� She asked, generally unsure of what he meant.
�About deciding to join you for a drink here. I�ve never
once thought about being unfaithful to my wife..�
�Oh, well
of course not.� Laura said in agreement.
�So I just
didn�t want you to think that I was doing that, by coming here tonight with you.�
He finished, reassuring himself more than he was Laura.
�I
understand completely, Mr Brittas.�
�Gordon,
please.� He reminded her. They sat in silence for awhile, sipping their drinks,
unsure of what the other was thinking.
�You know,
Laura�� He began. �I sometimes wonder if its all in
vain, my faithfulness to Helen. Sometimes I wonder if there�s a point to it.
Just because you�re married to someone doesn�t mean the other person feels as
strongly about those wedding vows as you do. In an ideal world, both people
would feel the same love for each other. But we don�t live in that world. Far from it, actually.� Laura looked up at Mr Brittas in
shock. Never had she heard him speak like that about his marriage, or Helen.
She knew in her heart that he was right though. Helen did cheat on him, more
often than not. Laura always guessed he had been blind to it, but obviously he
hadn�t. And now, she supposed, it was finally getting to him.
�It�s
probably just the wine talking, Laura. Forget I said anything.� He shook his
head, dismissing everything he had spoken. Laura was unsure of what to say or
do. She wanted so desperately for him to stay the night with her, to forget
about Helen for once and give in to what he wanted for a change. But she wasn�t
sure that was what he wanted. It was what she
wanted, and she couldn�t be so selfish to confuse her own desire as his. And of
course, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin his marriage. Then again,
Helen had already done that anyway. Instead of saying anything, she just placed
an understanding hand upon his, squeezing gently.
�I know I
shouldn�t say this either, but I will. Because I have been
faithful to Helen, and look where that�s gotten me. I have to say this,
and please don�t take it the wrong way. We�ll just forget about this in the
morning, and pretend it never happened. For now, though, I hope you�ll
understand when I say this.� Laura watched him intently. �I have very strong
feelings for you, Laura. I always have. I might even go so far as to say�I love
you.� He avoided her eyes until he spoke those last three words. When he did,
he looked up at her, at her startlingly green eyes, and she knew he meant it.
It might�ve taken a hypnotist to provoke him to say those words to her, but she
knew he still felt it, hypnosis or not.
Laura
herself was not under the influence of anything other than a few glasses of
alcoholic beverages. Yet she was still generally lucid when she decided to walk
around the table to him, saying what she was about to say.
�Stay the
night with me, Gordon.� And then she
kissed him. It was a smooth, sensual kiss, filled with passion. The tip of her
tongue gently brushed against his lower lip, nudging his mouth open. He tasted
like wine and brandy, and as his tongue found hers, he discovered that she
tasted the same, yet slightly different. She tasted like Laura, and there
wasn�t any other way to describe it. It was lovely though, and he decided he
really liked it, as he pulled her to him and held her as if she might disappear
any minute. Moments later they broke the kiss and looked at each other.
� I think I�ll take you up on that offer, Laura.� He said.
�Who said I
was offering? You�re staying the night, and that�s that.� She smiled, raising
an eyebrow. Slowly understanding, he smiled too, leaning in to kiss her again.
�You�re
quite bossy sometimes, you know.� He teased as they walked hand-in-hand up the
stairs to her bedroom.

�Well, this
is the bedroom.� Laura said, trying to hide her nervousness.
�Yes, you
showed me earlier.�
�So I did��
Laura blushed. Why was she acting like this? She was almost as nervous as she
had been the time she lost her virginity. A warm tingling of anticipation was
spreading through her stomach and up into her lungs, making it hard for her to
breathe. Despite the way she was feeling, she remained cool and calm on the
outside.
�Its quite lovely.� Brittas commented, walking around,
looking at everything. He noticed her large four-poster bed, the canopy of
sheer white linen hanging above it. The walls were painted a deep red colour,
except for one side which was entirely used as a bookshelf. He noticed the
bedside table and the clock radio that sat upon it amongst a few half-burned
candles. Her dresser sat opposite the bed, clean and neat. For the first time,
he realised he had never seen this side of Laura. The version
of Laura outside work at the leisure centre. The version of Laura that
was perhaps even romantic and very, very sexy. With the last thought, he turned
to look at her. She was leaning against one side of the bed, her back resting
against one of the corner pillars holding up the canopy. And she was looking at
him very oddly, almost with a sense of predatory lust. She curved her finger in
a �come here� motion, and he gulped, slowly walking towards her.
Her hands
trailed along his chest and up to his face, pulling him in for a quick, gentle
kiss. His hands found a place on either side of her waist, and he leaned into
her, prolonging what Laura had only planned on being a short, sweet kiss. She
decided to go with it though, mainly because she was so dizzy with arousal she
could barely even think to slide off his jacket. She finally managed it, and
they both let it fall to the floor, discarded and forgotten. She felt his hands
move from her waist up along the curve of her breasts and finally to the
buttons on her blouse. He undid each one slowly, almost teasingly, and by the
time he reached the last one, Laura felt as if she might explode if he didn�t
touch her. Fortunately at that moment he did, as his hands reached beneath the
fabric of her shirt and slid across her back. The heat from her skin seemed to
spread through him, and she was delighted to feel him reacting to the touch. He
traced little circles across her back with his fingertips, and she gasped at
the sensation. Even something so simple as that set
her off, and she realised how badly she needed this. And when she thought about
who it was doing this to her, she had
to clutch his shirt to prevent herself from falling.
�Are you
alright?� He whispered. She smiled, embarrassed from
the effect he was having on her. She had never before shown Mr Brittas any sign
of weakness, and the thought of him seeing it now brought a red glow to her
cheeks. She leaned in to kiss him again before he had a chance to notice. Her
hands were on him again, this time undoing his tie before unbuttoning his
shirt. He moaned into her mouth when her hands roamed across his chest and over
his shoulders, sliding the shirt down his arms. He shrugged it off and casually
dropped it, his clothes making a quickly forming pile on her floor. She studied
his slightly muscular frame, his broad shoulders and flat stomach, something
his clothes hid well. She figured he was in good physical shape, but never
expected it to be that good. She was
so intent on looking at him that she forgot her blouse was still on, albeit
unbuttoned and exposing a lacy black bra. She didn�t even notice until she saw
where his eyes were going. With a coy smile, she removed the shirt and tossed
it aside. He traced a finger along her collarbone, then down to her cleavage
and over her lace-covered breasts. He leaned down and kissed her neck, just
below her jaw. It was the very spot she loved to have kissed, and she gasped
audibly as his teeth grazed her skin, gently nipping at her neck. His kisses
trailed lower as his hands reached behind her, undoing the clasp on her bra and
sliding it off of her. By the time he had exposed her skin completely,
his mouth was on her breast, just above her nipple. She leaned back against the
bed when his tongue glided over the pointed tip, certain she would lose her
balance if she hadn�t had something to hold onto. He looked up at her, watching
for her reaction. She just smiled up at him and pulled him to the bed.
Laura
removed her pants while Mr Brittas undid his belt, already unzipping his
trousers. After discarding every bit of clothing besides her underwear, Laura
turned to him, her hands replacing his as she slid his trousers off, tossing
them (where else?) onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. She knelt
between his legs, crouched over him like a lioness attacking her prey. She bent
down, placing kisses over his chest, flicking her tongue over one of his
nipples. She felt his hardness pressed against her stomach, straining
underneath his boxers. She kissed her way down his stomach, her destination
obvious.
In all his
years of experience with the opposite sex, and just sex in general for that
matter, Mr Brittas knew that blowjobs felt really good. There was no denying the
fact that a warm, wet tongue flicking across the head of his erect penis was an
incredibly pleasurable sensation. He wasn�t going to argue for a bit that it
wasn�t nice. But when Laura slid his boxers off and dipped her head to take him
into her mouth, Brittas discovered a feeling much better than �really good�. The
woman seemed to possess a skill and enthusiasm that he had never before been
exposed to. She was not only doing it, but appeared to be enjoying it.
�My
god�Laura�� He breathed, unable to form coherent sentences in his head, more or
less speak them. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, how much he enjoyed
her doing it, etc. Laura of course knew all of this without him even saying a
word. She knew he was enjoying it just by the sounds he was making, and the
amusing way his cock twitched when her tongue glided along the underside of his
shaft. She didn�t let up until she felt him reluctantly nudging her off of him.
She looked up, awaiting an explanation.
�I just
didn�t want it to end too soon.� He smiled, bringing her up to his level to
kiss her. He tasted himself on her tongue, but it didn�t bother him. He placed
her on her back below him, his right hand trailing over her breasts, his thumb
circling her nipple. She moaned at the sensation and he struggled to breathe,
hearing the arousing sound of her reaction. His hand trailed lower, over her
stomach and downwards across the black cotton of her panties. She spread her
legs instinctively and he felt he had discovered the source of Laura�s heat.
She was so warm there, her panties slightly damp from what little bit of
stimulation he had given her. He was about to give her so much more, though,
and slid the underwear down her toned, athletic legs. She sighed pleasantly and
settled back into the covers as his hand roamed over her exposed skin. He
slowly dipped a long, smooth finger inside her, and was surprised to see her
react so intensely from the touch. He then brought that same finger up across
the swollen flesh of her clitoris, rubbing it at an agonizingly slow pace. Her
moans were growing louder, and had an almost animalistic edge to them. She made
a low growling noise in her throat as his fingers worked her harder, faster.
She sat up, her mouth meeting his in a ferocious kiss that would�ve sent a
weaker man hurtling backwards. She pulled him down on top of her, locking her
thighs around his waist. She could feel the smooth tip of his cock pressing
against her opening. She knew all she had to do was nudge her hips forward just
a little and he would be inside her. So she did just that, and felt him enter
her completely as he continued where she left off.
�Oh god!� They both moaned at once. Laura giggled, amused by
their shared outburst of pleasure. They moved together slowly, enjoying every
slight movement. Her hands were in his hair, her fingers running through his
unruly brown curls.
�You can�t
possibly guess how many times I�ve fantasized about this, Gordon.� Laura spoke
between moans.
�Maybe. But its probably close to
as many times as I have.� He gasped. After a few minutes, he moved his arm so
that his right hand was on her arse, holding her to him, while the other kept
his balance.
�Wait a
minute..� He breathed, and with one smooth motion he
had flipped her so that she was now on top of him and he was below her on his
back.
�Mmm�much better.� Laura grinned as she straddled him.
�I thought
you might like this position better.� He
said as they resumed their motion. Laura did indeed prefer it, as she was able
to control the speed and depth of his thrusts. His cock wasn�t huge, but she
guessed it was larger than average, and sometimes if he thrust into her too
deep it was uncomfortable. He must�ve known this, because he seemed to take
great care in making sure it felt good to her.
Why on earth would Helen feel the need to
cheat on her husband, who is such a considerate lover? Laura thought
bitterly. This quickly lead her to remember that most of the time, Mr Brittas
was entirely different. Either way, she didn�t care, because right now he was
making her feel better than she ever could feel if she had been doing it
herself. With her on top, she felt
herself reaching climax a lot quicker than she expected. The feeling seemed to
sneak up on her, and before she knew it she was grinding against him, unable to
stop herself from tumbling over the edge. Her climax sparked his, and as the
waves of her orgasm faded, she felt him thrust deeply into her, arching his
back, a mixed expression of pain and pleasure upon his face.
When it was
over, she leaned down, kissing him softly before climbing off of him.
�Mmm..� He sighed into her hair as he held her. �Laura, that was
amazing.� She smiled, her eyes closed. She gently clutched his arm, which he
had lazily draped over her. It was well past 3am, and both were sated and exhausted.
�What are
we going to do about tomorrow?� She asked sleepily. �I mean, are we just going
to pretend this didn�t happen?� She waited for him to answer. Several moments
of silence passed. �Gordon?�
Mr Brittas
didn�t answer though, because he was already asleep, snoring softly. Laura
sighed, an ironic grin on her face, and settled against him under the covers.
�Looks like
everything�s back to normal...� She whispered to herself before drifting off to
sleep.
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