Another Lifetime | By : KiwiGirl Category: M through R > Midsomer Murders Views: 1091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Silence and his fingers halted in their efforts to slip her shirt from her
shoulders.
“Great Aunt then, your Great Aunt Beth”
She was sitting up now, pushing his hands away, “I don’t have any Aunts, no
relations Peter.”
“Fuck” he was frowning “so who the hell is she then?”
“Why would she say that she was my Aunt?”
Peter knew that, knew the answer but was loathe to say it, loathe to admit that
he had trusted the old woman because of that. Wanted to believe that she was a
connection to Kat. He should have realised that something was up when she would
not tell him where her niece was, only saying that he had to let her have time
to heal.
“I will find out who she is” he reached to touch her shoulders again, palms
smoothing over collarbone pushing the loose fabric away, cupping her breasts,
watching as she closed her eyes and arched her back. “I will tell you when I
next see you.”
“No Peter” breathless “there can’t be a next time, you should stop.”
“Do you want me to stop, say it Kat” eyes hooded he looked up at her “say it
and I will stop.”
The silence shattered by a phone stridently ringing and then Natalie’s voice
answering it. Footsteps in the hall and the voice outside the door.
“Kat it’s for you”
“Hello”
He could hear a man’s voice, the boyfriend, he guessed, easy to tell, she was
just like the other women; they had answered the calls from their cuckolded
husbands in the same way. Turning away from him, hunching shoulders speaking
softly into the phone, acting loving, faithful, Christ. Usually he would have
retreated, quietly gone from the room, or moved away, but not this time, not
with her. He had first claim here. He reached out one finger, running it up her
thigh, ignoring her glare, replacing hand with lips, mouth, tongue, pushing her
back against the pillows, hands moving to push her legs apart, though she tried
to clamp them together and he could hear the voice asking what was wrong,
nothing, nothing at all was the answer even as she was mouthing for him to stop
it.
“Shall I make you moan” his voice the softest whisper, a frantic shaking of her
head, a desperate effort to move away as his head dipped and she shuddered.
He heard the phone thump on the floor and then her swearing at him even as her
hips tilted. “Christ you can’t do this Peter” her hand clutched his shoulders
and he raised his head.
“You want me to go?”
“Yes” his fingers slid inside her and she gasped, “No, Jesus I hate you…I was
doing OK, making a go of it”
“Do you want me Kat?” hands on her hips pulling her down on to him, he felt
like he was going to explode, his cock brushing against her, slight pressure
and he heard her take a breath. “Do you want me?”
“Bastard” and she was pulling at his hips, thighs parting so that he slid into
hot wetness “I don’t love you anymore, this is just a fuck”
He stopped, hips against hips, bodies as close as they could possibly be
“anymore?” one hard thrust, then another and she moaned “ Did you love me
once?”
Hips jarred against hips as she shook her head furiously “I never said that”
he could feel how close she was, see how her head was moving to the right, she
was almost there, fingernails digging into his shoulders “did you once love me
Kat, tell me and I will keep going.”
“Stop then, I don’t care”
Another movement and he brushed his fingers over her belly, lower to touch her
and she rocked against him, he moved his hand away “tell me”
“Christ, please don’t stop…”
“Did you” another brush of fingertips “just one word Kat, one word”
“Yes, once”
“Good” he thrust his hips forward and she pushed against him, harder faster
“once I felt the same way” faster, faster and then nothing but everything.
*
Home, he could smell her still, on his skin, his clothes and he sighed as he
switched the kettle on, hands unfolding the note that had been tucked under his
door. From Aunt Beth or whoever she was, asking him to pop up to the house in
the morning, there was something that she wished to discuss with him.
He would play it cool, pretend that all was as it had been and watch. They had
talked about it some more, as they had dressed, as she had pushed him out the
door, telling him to never come back and he had said that he would see her on
Thursday and to dump the lawyer. She had hissed at him and he had laughed and
that had made her furious. The trying to make a go of it speech coming out
again even as she was telling him to be careful.
He would see her next Thursday, whether she had dumped the other bloke or not.
But in the meantime he would find out as much as he could about Beth…
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