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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17

Jo had initially only got up to go to the toilet, but as she now stood in front of the large bathroom mirror absently washing her hands she suddenly began to understand what her grandmother had once told her, 'it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. Ok so everyone knew Tennyson and she wasn't actually losing Guy but her heart was gradually breaking at the thought of their imminent sever. Perhaps her initial idea for them to meet hadn't been the best she'd had.

Taking her normal nightwear, a cream satin chemise, from the hook behind the bathroom door she slipped into it. She looked at the ring Guy had given to her earlier, full of such hope and promise but even that didn't seem to quash the fears that were now presenting themselves to her. As the tears welled she could think of no one but Marion, Jo had shown her nothing but kindness from the very first moment they'd met. Had she not learnt from other mistakes in her past, why was she still so trusting of people. She'd even trusted Guy whilst he'd been lying to her, 'but', she reprimanded herself, 'he was truly worthy of my love'.

Once she had stopped sniffing she washed her face before walking back into the bedroom. Deciding to take a seat by the window, she first looked over to the sleeping form of her boyfriend. Her mind recalled what they had already shared in their first fifteen hours. And since arriving back at the hotel at seven the night before he had shown her nothing but courtesy, respect, trust, loyalty and above all love. For them both, these short hours together were not just about having sex there was much more. Yes, there had been plenty of passion and intimate discovery of what each of them liked and didn't like but with that came the deepest emotional ties that two people could share. Their love making had been full of amorous desire, they were both devoted to ensuring their partner was enjoying their tenderly given protestations of affection and in turn were taken with the other's love for them.

She wondered at how often they had been united as their passions had soared uncontrollably, not that it really mattered, what mattered was the slow, measured, languid way that they had done it. Guy had considered her every need, had asked her at every turn if she was ok or if she wished to stop. And as she'd fallen asleep cocooned within his arms he had placed light kisses along her brow and over her hair, whispering his declarations of love until he too had joined her in slumber.

She looked out over the river, the city still seemingly teaming with life. Feeling a little chilled she shivered involuntarily as she heard Guy shift his frame in their extremely crumpled bed. She looked back over to him and was surprised to see him sitting up watching her intently. "Hey, what are you doing out of bed?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. "Had bad dreams?"

Shaking her head she looked away, attempting to keep back the tears that had been threatening for at least half an hour. He was soon out of bed and by her side, pulling her into his embrace and giving her his total support as she cried against his shoulder. One hand was in her hair as the other rubbed over her back. "Come on, come back to bed, then we can warm you up and you can tell me what is going on inside that beautiful head of yours." He took her hand, leading her to the bed, pulling the duvet back and helping her to get in within the covers. He walked around the bed and took up a position next to her. He wiped the tears from her face and kissed her closed eyelids as she continued to sob.

"I thought I'd be ok. I thought out of the two of us that I'd be the stronger one and you'd be worse off than me." She wailed.

"This isn't a contest, Jo."

"Guy that isn't what I meant. This was my suggestion about today and now I don't think that I can bear to let you go."

"You have to, you must. It's the only way we can take Marion on. You said so yourself."

"But what if I'm wrong."

"You're not. You are one hundred per cent right. Look I know you asked me not to say anything about my soon to be ex wife and what has been happening recently whilst we had this time together but this is something that we should be talking about. I've been talking to my friend, Henry. He's a lawyer, the one I told you about when you were in hospital, well I told him what you said, I let him look at your letter to be honest, and he agrees. If you and I separate temporarily until either her criminal case is over or mine and Emily's divorce is settled then there is nothing that she can throw at us or use against us to hurt us and try to separate us. We will be stronger by being divided entities for her to fight against. Henry even suggests that we use it to our advantage, if she's told that she has already split us up then she doesn't have anything left to fight against, does she?"

"I just don't think I can do it."

"That isn't the Jo I know talking." He brushed her wispy hair from out of her eyes. "The woman I love is strong, independent and full of common sense, and besides Henry doubts that the divorce will take longer than a year and that isn't a lifetime is it. We can cope with that."

"Can we? I had this speech all prepared for later on."

"What were you going to say?"

"Just that if you wanted to contact me then it should be done through Robert and that you were not to attempt to find me until this was all over with."

"And reiterate that I had to have the Decree Absolute in my hands before Robert was allowed to tell me where you were living." She nodded. "Then we should stick to it. Will you contact me?"

"I don't know, I want to but I think it will be too hard for me. This was why I wanted today with you, so that we could just spend 24 hours in each other's company with no problems."

He smiled, "it will be hard for me too, but at least now I don't have the worry of believing you'll find someone else."

"There will never be anyone else, Guy, ever."

He kissed her, "I am so glad to hear that," he whispered. "Now do you want to sleep for a bit or have I got to find some way to get you to unwind."

"I am still a bit upset at the minute."

"Ok, sit up," he ordered her, as he got up from the bed, "and take off that nightie."

"Can't you do it?" She asked teasingly.

"I could, but I already owe you for some new underwear." She took the hint pulling the chemise over her head and depositing it unceremoniously onto the floor at his feet.

"Where are you going?"

A twinkle appeared in his eye, "you'll see, now turn over and lie on top of the covers." It wasn't long before he was back on the bed and gently straddling her behind. "This might be a little cold," he said. Jo could hear Guy rubbing his hands together and when they finally reached her shoulders and began to slowly knead her flesh with his well oiled hands she sighed. "Everything ok, I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, Guy, everything's fine. The pressure is just about right. I never knew you were adept at massage?"

"I'm not. This is the first time I've done this, I read about it not long back though and thought that if I ever got the opportunity to do it to you then I would have a go."

"Well, for your first time you're very good. I feel so relaxed."

"You do? Right." His hands moved down to her back and started to use long even strokes to continue to relax Jo. Her arms were next, then her legs and feet and finally her buttocks before he got her to turn over. "Are you still feeling comfortable?" He asked, concerned that now she was more exposed she might be tense once more.

"Yes, I feel like I'm having an out of body experience at the moment." After putting a little more oil onto his hands and rubbing it into them he made a start with her neck and then her shoulders and arms. She closed her eyes to his gentle touches as she felt him trail his hands over her thighs and down over her feet. He then stroked over her chest and over her breasts, teasing her buds until they peaked. She sighed again, the erotic nature of his ministrations relighting the fire in her groin as he continued soothingly massaging her.

She could feel herself pool as he finally made his way down to her centre, one hand still cupping and gently caressing each of her breasts in turn as he began to stroke her clit, she whimpered suddenly aware that he was wanting to put his lubricated finger within her folds whilst flicking her clit with his thumb. She opened her legs, allowing him access, the slow stroking sensations in and out of her tunnel bringing her to a lingering climax that was sweet and sensual.

He kissed her mouth, "was that good?"

"Are you kidding?" She asked, her arm over her eyes as she gradually pulled herself back together from all the farthest corners of the universe. "That was incredible." She reached in stealing a kiss from him before bodily pushing him back onto the bed. "It's your turn," she remarked.

"What?" He asked almost falling off the bed in surprise.

"Guy, everything that we have done tonight has been for my pleasure."

"It's been for both of us, Jo. Your pleasure is my pleasure."

"yes, and you've been very considerate of that. But not this time, this is for you." Scooting between his legs she knelt down, reaching forward she took his silky shaft into her hands and began to leisurely get to know him intimately. He groaned as she caressed him and she tried several different movements to gauge his reaction in order to gain some knowledge of what he liked. "Am I doing ok?" She asked.

"Jo, you're doing great," he caught her eye and smiled. She found that she enjoyed him watching her and decided to keep up the game as she placed her mouth on the tip of his penis and kissed him. He twitched in her hands and closed his eyes, maybe she didn't really have much of a clue of what she was doing but the intensity of feeling that she was building up inside him was marvellous. "Lick me, Jo, make me wet."

Momentarily she thought about what he'd said, lick him? Like a lolly pop? She tried it, building up the saliva in her mouth and stroking her tongue along his length before twirling it around the head. She took one of her hands from his erection and smoothed it over his belly, watching him as he sucked in a breath through his teeth the slow hiss evaporating as he threw his head back and moaned. Instinctively she moved her hand again raking her fingers over his smooth backside and down over his thighs as she took the head into her mouth, her swirling tongue continuing to explore the fold of skin at the tip and the slit over the centre. Tasting something salty in her mouth she drew back, her eyes meeting his once more. "Is everything ok?" Guy asked her kindly.

Jo nodded, "it's just the weirdest taste, I don't quite know what I was expecting but ... it doesn't matter. I'm sorry for stopping." She reached forward again, intending to take him into her mouth once more.

"Jo," she stopped, "you really don't have to do this."

"Guy, I want to. To be honest, I like it; it's making me feel horny watching you enjoying what I'm doing to you."

"I won't come in your mouth. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Would you tell me before that?" Her eyes glimmered with anticipation.

"Why?" He asked, shooting her a grin.

"I want you to come inside me again."

He nodded his head, "I'll tell you when, there's also another good indicator of when I'm nearly ready. Cup my balls," he instructed. She did, "feel loose at the moment don't they?" She nodded. "When I'm ready to come they become more solid."

She began gently playing with the sack and watched as his eyes glazed, "do you like that too?"

"You have no idea, you little minx." She pushed him back down to the bed and restarted from where she had left off, taking the head back in her mouth and tenderly sucking on it whilst her hands played over his lower body and felt his balls, one finally resting on his shaft, fingers gripping around him and slowly pumping him. The excitement was building in both of them; she could feel his, just as he had told her, the sack tightening in her grip. Within herself she could feel her juices pooling, her hips moving as if he were inside her already as the pressure took her upwards. "I'm nearly there, minx." He managed, groaning a little as she pulled her mouth away from him. He waited; this was what she wanted to do so he was going to be led by her totally.

"Guy, sit up for me, make yourself comfortable. Lean against the bed head if you would like to." He did scooting backward and getting comfortable, a pillow behind him. He watched as she crawled towards him, smiling at the way her breasts swayed easily as she moved. She preyed on him like a cat, moving in measured steps never breaking eye contact, only stopping when she had reached her goal, kneeling over his groin, her wet entrance rubbing his tip. "Hold me, Guy?" She asked, his hands finding her hips as she pressed herself onto him and allowed him to slowly enter her. They both gasped at the movement and revelled in the intimacy that this position allowed them to have. Loving small talk passed between them, quick caresses and languid kisses ensued, hands searched their partner's body and fingers ran through each other's hair. She kissed his brow as he caught one peaked nipple in his mouth, all whilst their hips moved to their own well paced rhythm. It didn't take either one long to come but when they did the intensity was quite amazing.

"I shall have to remember that one," Guy confessed.

"Yes," Jo murmured, unwilling to move as she felt herself spasm around him, his cock twitching in response. She leant in, arresting his mouth with her own, sealing the moment and holding onto him as if he were about to evaporate.

Guy had to do something, the pressure between them was building up, the last thing he wanted was for them to spend their last few hours together arguing about whether what had been decided upon was the best course of action or not. Then he had a thought, "what size are you Jo?"

"What? With what respect?"

"With the respect that I owe you some underwear, I would like the opportunity to buy you some but obviously I need to know what size you are."

"Oh, right. Well my dress size is sixteen to eighteen, and my bra size is 38C."

"Sixteen to eighteen and 38C. Is there anything you don't like in particular?"

"I don't think so? You know the kinds of things I like to wear by now surely."

"That lace body you had on yesterday was not the normal kind of thing you usually wear." Guy smirked.

"No?" He shook his head at her question, his eyes gleaming. "Perhaps it should be. I must admit it sent a thrill up my spine when I imagined you seeing me in it. And when I put it on ... oh God, I felt so hot, the way the lace felt as it brushed over my nipples and my ..."

"Your pussy?" He smiled as she nodded, "you know you can say it."

"I know. I'm just a little self-conscious about it."

"There's only you and me here, and I'd really like you to say it for me." He encouraged her. "Tell me, Jo, how it felt yesterday when I asked you to walk around in front of me in that lacy body. And then I'll tell you how it made me feel seeing you lying on the bed with nothing but that on."

"Well, I wasn't quite sure why you'd asked me to do that at first, until you started to tell me how good it was making you feel by seeing me in it. I felt so wanton, touching the places on my body that you had been talking about, feeling my nipples harden at my own touch and because of what you'd said. Bending over for you so that you could look at my breasts wobbling around."

"I have to confess I wasn't actually looking at your breasts when you did that. Couldn't quite focus on them."

"You mean you," she smacked his arm.

He rubbed at his arm. "What was that for? I merely couldn't peel my eyes away from the sight of your remarkable ..."

She bit her lip, she knew what he was doing playing her along like this, "my pussy," she whispered.

He put his hand to his ear, "sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"My pussy," she said a little louder. He shrugged, ok so that's how he wanted it. She leant back, holding onto his shoulders for support, his arms instinctively snaked around her waist holding her as close to him as he could. "My pussy," she shouted up to the ceiling before screaming it out again. Guy pulled her to him as she whispered it into his ear.

"Do you want to know how hot that makes me feel, hearing you say that," she nodded as best she could in their tight embrace. "Can you feel that?" As they were still joined he moved his penis within her, she even thought she could feel him getting bigger too.

"I never realised that just a few words could be so effective," she panted, as she began to grind her hips against his, "oh my God, Guy. Will we ever stop feeling like this? I've never been with a man that has wanted me so many times in one night before."

"Jo, all I wanted when I met with you this morning was just for us to enjoy ourselves over the little time that we had together. I've been with women that have satiated a need, I've been with women that I've wanted to spend some time with but I've never been in a situation where I've constantly wanted to show someone how I felt about them, not like this. I just feel I need to keep showing you, that I have to make you understand that even though we'll be apart I will never stop loving you. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"I don't think yours could grow any fonder than it already is," she joked, her hips grinding a little bit quicker as she brought them both to orgasm with her gesticulations. She collapsed against him whilst her heartbeat calmed down. "Now I can understand how some people die doing this," he laughed pushing her back a little bit so that he could kiss her mouth.

"I haven't told you how you made me feel yet," he wiggled his eyebrows at her as she scrunched up her face in a fit of giggles.

"I think that best wait for a bit, would you like to share a bath with me?"

"I'd love to." When she finally felt able to move, she hopped off the bed and held out her hand for him. "Why don't you go and start it and call me when you're ready for me to join you?" She nodded, his gaze following her as she disappeared from view. He padded about the living room, searching for some paper, finding some at the desk and a pen. He wrote down her sizes lest he should forget and after folding the paper put it into his jacket pocket. "Where did you put the dessert?" He called out, as he hunted the room.

"In the fridge behind the dining table." He could hear her swirling around the water in the bath as he went in search for the fridge. After opening several doors he found it, extracting the rich chocolate dessert that they didn't dare eat after their room service feast a little earlier and a bottle of champagne. Picking up two glasses he padded back across the room and into the bathroom.

He smiled at the view before him, Jo relaxing in the bath with fragrant bubbles up to her neck. "I thought you were going to tell me when you were ready?"

"Sorry," she mumbled, "I must have dozed with the heat of the water."

"Don't you know that dozing isn't allowed today, not until after 10.30 anyway?" She smirked at his statement and he smiled back, placing the bowl, glasses and bottle onto a chair by the bath. She sat up allowing him room to slip easily behind her, leaning back against his frame once he was settled.

His arm curled around her torso, his hand finding a place on her thigh as she leaned back against his shoulder. "This is heavenly. I trust that you'll be making sure there is enough room in our bathroom for a large tub?"

He had to agree, it really was. "Naturally, I certainly want a repeat of this." He kissed the top of her head as he reached over for the bottle, undoing the wire and pushing out the cork. It flew off into the corner of the room as he began to pour a little of the liquid into each glass.

"I'm not one for champagne, you know?" She mumbled.

"Well, the Met are paying for it, it would be rude not to drink it," he handed her a glass before claiming his own, "besides I wanted to make a toast."

"To what?" She giggled, turning slightly so that she could see his face.

"To you, Jo. I know this is not going to be the last time I see you, even though at times it might feel like it is, but I just want to tell you that I'm a better man for knowing you and you will always be with me," he pointed to his heart, "you'll always be here, no matter what happens."

"Then I must make a toast to you too, I am certainly a better woman for knowing you and having you mend me. I could never have got over my past without you, no one could ever do what you have done for me and I thank you for that. As I thank you for keeping me in your heart, because I know that when times get hard all I will have to do is look inside my own to find you."

He smiled, "to us?" He held up the glass.

She clinked hers against his, "to us." They both drank heartily from their glasses before Guy prised Jo's from her hand and placed them back on the chair. He reached for the mousse, "what? No spoon?" She teased.

"I thought we could just try it the conventional way." He smirked.

"From my breasts?" She asked nonchalantly.

He sighed as if he meant it. "Jo, not everything has to revolve around sex. Aren't we trying to build a relationship that is going to last way beyond a point when neither one of us is capable."

"I believe, Mr Gisborne, that you and I will always be capable even in the most autumn of our years."

His eyes shone, nudging his head up to her neck before whispering into her ear. "I hope so future wife. I take it we'll be able to find a healthy supply of Viagra in Devon then?"

"Most certainly, my husband to be. Devon is not the back end of beyond you know. If we were moving to Cornwall though we may have a problem."

"Ah yes, the old Devon and Cornwall rivalry that I have heard so much about."

"Oh believe me, it is something that you are going to have to get used to living down there." She took on a particularly serious air. "Devon is still considered to be a part of England where as Cornwall is its own country. You have to be careful that they let you out at all. Then there's the flag, a recent addition to Devon but has been a part of Cornish culture for hundreds of years. It takes a good twenty years for an outsider to become Devonshire but you are never as readily accepted into the arms of the Cornish, they even have their own language."

He looked at her disbelievingly, "and I thought it was hard growing up in the Midlands."

She ploughed on. "That's nothing. There is one thing though that is so terrible that if you should even dare to do it you would cause so much unrest in either one of these places that it might even invoke a war between the two counties. You have to be so careful."

"And what is that?" He began laughing at her attempt at keeping a straight face.

She set her shoulders straight and looked at him unflinchingly. "Have you not heard ... no, surely even in the Midlands they know about it?" She watched him amusedly shake his head. She looked around her as if she were passing on the biggest secret ever, "it's about the cream teas. There is a particular way to eat your scone."

"You can't be serious?"

She was nodding her head, "I am deadly serious, I have seen so many arguments start just because someone has put the jam onto their scone before the cream. Oh, and scones are plain down there not with fruit like they are from where you're from."

"I trust you'll show me the proper way then when I finally get down there."

"It'll be one of the first things I do."

"I hope it won't be the first thing. I'm hoping for a very lengthy spell in bed first off, showing you exactly how much I've missed you."

"Hmm, I'd be hoping for that too. So, are we going to eat that mousse?"

Guy reached over and picked up the bowl, dipping his finger into the bowl and scooping out some of the deliciously dark sweet with a strawberry that was part of the garnish. "Here, it would be a pity to see this go to waste," he held up the strawberry for her, "like I said it doesn't all have to revolve around ... Oh God, Jo." Holding his eyes with her own she seductively liked the mousse from the surface of the berry and his finger before biting into the fruit and chewing, allowing some of the juices to drip down her mouth. A dribble slowly slid down over her chin and it was all Guy could do than to watch it before catching the back of her head, drawing her toward him and licking the juice away. His mouth found hers, their tongues wrestling as he tasted the sweet intoxicating mixture of strawberry and chocolate.

He could feel the excitement rising within him, was his need of her ever going to be satiated. His arms swept underneath her bottom and drew her bodily from the water as he stood; she secured her legs around his waist as he carried them out of the tub and rested her on top of the counter between the two hand basins. She drew in a breath as her naked body touched the cool green marble but that mattered not as he pulled her gently toward the edge and positioned her over his cock. Her passage was already wet with the anticipation of what was to come and she gladly sucked his shaft into her inch by delicious inch as he pushed against her. He held her legs up as she wrapped them around his waist and wound a foot around an ankle to secure herself to him. As he started to thrust she leant back allowing him access to touch her breasts and her clit, he obviously had no intention of taking this particular bout slowly and she wanted to make sure that he was wasn't going to be waiting for her to come. One of his hands headed south, but it never reached it goal so she looked to him, meeting his steely blue grey eyes and seeing the glint within them. "Touch yourself, Jo." He ordered her as his hand found its way back up her body and to her waiting nipple.

She reached forward offering Guy a finger, he sucked upon it before releasing it so that she could do as he had asked. He raked in a ragged breath as she found her spot and whimpered, brushing the moist pad over the hardened nub. He breathed in again, "You like me doing that don't you?" He nodded as he continued to thrust into her, his strokes becoming more wanting with every single one he made. "You like me stroking my clit," she liked it too, if she were honest and, unbelievingly, hearing herself say it also helped.

A deep guttural moan exuded from Guy's chest, "I'm going to come, Jo. Right now."

He pushed into her uncontrollably as she too tipped over the edge. "I'm coming too. Oh God, yes, Guy!" She screamed, her body falling into his as their chests heaved. "Well that was good," she eventually managed to say.

"That was better than good, come on, let's get back into that bath and warm up. But I think we should dispense with the mousse."

"Oh, why?" She asked all too innocently.

"If you are to stand any chance of my recovery by the next time we are together, you'll just let it be. I'm certainly not going to be able to carry on till 10.30 if we have anymore quickies like that last one." He smiled resuming his position and helping her to sink back into the warming water and against his chest. They stayed like that until they could feel a chill to the water; reluctantly Jo reached over the side of the bath for the sponge and citrus body soap she had placed there earlier. "Why don't we do that in the shower?" He asked.

She nodded, that sounded like a good idea. They stepped out of the bath together and as he started the shower she pulled out the plug. He was already under the water as she went to join him, the hot spray cascading over their bodies gently warming them. After taking the sponge and soap from her, Guy lathered up the sponge before applying it to Jo's body. His hands where everywhere, following all of her contours, washing the suds away that the sponge had left and enjoying the feel of her wet skin beneath his hands. He handed the items to her when she decided that she couldn't take anymore torture and began her own upon him.

Guy picked up the shampoo, in order to distract himself and after squeezing some out into his hand he gently soaped her hair as well as his own. His fingers began to massage her head and she closed her eyes to the feeling as well as an attempt to keep the soap from going into her eyes. He quickly washed through his own before making a start with the conditioner, repeating the ritual. Both of them clean, the water was turned off and they emerged to wrap themselves up in the large bath sheets that awaited them. For a little while they just sat and talked as Guy picked up a smaller towel and began to tenderly dry Jo's hair for her. She enjoyed the ministrations hoping that they would never stop, he even found her comb and began to delicately brush out any tangles.

Then he grabbed at the towel from her body and patted every last inch of skin dry before allowing her to apply a body moisturiser and some talc. He wanted to help her with that too but she wouldn't let him, she had every intention of emerging from the bathroom. He decided to set the fire ablaze whilst she finished up her ablutions and when she returned out into the living area a fire was blazing in the hearth. He was sat by it, cross legged, the bright orange glow licking over his skin as he sat there watching the flames dance, deep in thought.

The sun had come up by the time they had come out of the bathroom; she looked at the nearest clock, 7.14 am, where had the time gone. Kneeling behind him she kissed his neck, he started. "Sorry, miles away."

"It's ok," she said, "fires always mesmerise me too, and I hope you're thinking of putting one of those in our home."

Laughing, he asked, "is there anything else you desperately want?"

She allowed him to pull her into his lap. "What about, enough room in the kitchen for a dishwasher, a den where the kids can go and play and a pretty hefty lockable door so that we'll never get disturbed."

"I like the sound of the last suggestion. How many kids do you envisage us having?"

"Well, the dream says three. But who's to say how many our love will create."

"We'll go for three initially then." He joked, "we can always add an extension on, if needs be."

"I suppose we could," she cuddled closer, despite the heat from the fire.

"I still haven't told you how seeing you draped over the bed made me feel," his eyes were twinkling again.

"You really don't have to, Guy, I think I know already."

"I don't think you do."

"You've already told me about my boobs and my pussy, what else is there."

"Apart from the fact I had to hold myself back because all I really wanted to do at first was rip that piece of expensive lace from your body and take you. It actually felt like it was our wedding night." She looked at him quizzically. "I dream too, Jo. But I always see us getting married on top of a cliff, I don't know where it is but it's beautiful and when I see you waiting to walk down toward me, my breath catches in my mouth because you are staggering. John is with you, he's giving you away and there are few people there but the intimacy of the ceremony only adds to how wonderful it is.

"As the day wears on we continue to celebrate, we dance together and then you sing to me. We watch the sun set together, you sitting in my lap as we're still on top of that cliff and finally we're left alone as all the guests have gone. I carry you into our new house, the one I've designed, and we climb the stairs to our bedroom, slowly I undress you, taking in every minute detail of what you are wearing and marvelling at each extra inch of skin I reveal as if I've never seen you before. Once you are free of your dress and petticoat you step backwards toward the bed and crawl into the centre of it as you watch me take off my suit and shirt. You're itching to get your hands on me but I won't let you because I want to savour the moment that we conceive our first child."

"You really think that we'll conceive our first child on our wedding day."

"I'd like to think so."

"It's a nice thought, Guy, but there are so many variables that need to be addressed and thought about in order for that to happen."

"I'm not intending to have a long engagement, in fact the sooner that I know our meeting is fairly imminent then I want to start making arrangements to make sure it's not long before we're married."

"How did I manage it? How was it that I managed to find one of the few men in London, no Britain, that isn't a commitment phobic?"

"I was a commitment phobic; after everything that Em had done to me I was never going to get married again. And then I met you, Jo and I just knew that if I let you go it would be the worst thing I could do. I love you so very much." He kissed her on the mouth. "I think we should get a little rest before we part, don't you?"

She nodded, there was no way that she particularly wanted to but then they had virtually worn themselves out loving one another and her eyes did feel tired. "Funny thing, sex."

"What's that?" He asked, intrigued.

"Well, you spend nearly," she looked at the clock by the bed, "thirteen hours," she bit her lip at the thought, "I can't believe that."

"No, nor me. Not bad for two people that are over thirty five, eh?" He grinned at her as he climbed back into the bed. "Only problem is, I've got a meeting with Robert at twelve thirty; I hope I'm not going to be suffering too much when he's trying to have a serious conversation with me. So what about the thirteen hours of blissful sex."

"Blissful?" She looked to him as he lay back against the pillows, "I suppose it was really, and we've certainly got a lot of happy memories to take with us. Anyway, what I was saying was that after our little foray into our thirteen hour marathon, we're now going to sleep whilst everyone else is getting up." He nodded, his eyes half closed, "why are you meeting Robert?"

"I think he wants to offer me your job. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know, really. Means I can't come back if I change my mind, not that I think I'm going to, I just thought that he'd promote from within the station."

"I think this is his little way of helping us out. He knows that if I'm close to him then he can keep an eye on me as per your wishes, whilst still being able to help out with the divorce. He knows I don't want to stay at vice. Had enough of all that."

"Wouldn't you like to do what you wanted to do when you first qualified?" She drew circles over his chest with her finger nails.

"I do for you, but then you're one client I don't mind dealing with and pleasing to the best of my ability. I want to design my own stuff though if I do decide to go back into it."

"Would that be difficult? Setting up on your own?"

"Not with the right people behind me."

"Perhaps we can do something about that, my aunt has a very good friend whose son is a builder, maybe I could get him to build the house once you've drawn it up and got the planning and everything else sorted out. He seems like a good man and he's always on the lookout for new ways to take his business forward. Maybe the two of you can get together, form some kind of partnership."

"We'd have to see, let's see what he thinks of the plans first. Honestly, what would I do without you and your ideas for me?"

"Don't tease. I just think that a break away from the force would do us both good and besides you never really accomplished what you set out to do in the first place. Wouldn't you like to see if that is really what you should be doing? You could always go back to the police if it didn't work out."

"You really do love me, don't you?"

"Yes, and if I'm honest a little selfish too. I want what's best for you, for both of us. I never wanted to marry a policeman and I intended to quit the force when I started to have a family. I don't want to be near it, I don't want you to be near it and I don't want our children to be near it either. I want a normal family life that centre's around you, me and our family. Is that so terrible?"

He shook his head, "no, it sounds perfect. Come here, I want to keep you safe in my arms and kiss you until we fall asleep." She crawled alongside him, his arms enveloping her, his kisses warming her skin as they both closed their eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber.
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