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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 7

It had only been a few days since Jo's dinner date with Guy and since then she and her apartment had gone through a transition. She had had countless meetings with John and Robert, even despite Robert reiterating to her that she was on her own; however, their questions continued to probe into the fledgling relationship that was developing between their DI and the infamous Mr Guy Matthews. Between the two men they decided that they not only needed to make Jo's flat look like it was actually inhabited by a student in case Jo inadvertently took Matthews back to her place again but that they needed to get someone on the inside too.

After considering each of the staff and any talents that they may have, they chose Allan. He'd played bass in a band in his formative years, helping him to pay his way through college and was the only member of the team that they believed could pull it off. Now all they had to do was find a way of getting him into the casino as a prospective new member of Jo's supporting band. 'After all,' Robert had told Allan with relish considering the younger man's own desire for Jo, 'it will give you the opportunity to keep a really close eye on Jo and her new man. And maybe even get to do something about that too.'

Allan had accepted the challenge. He would survey any relationship between this Guy bloke and Jo, he might even make a move himself, she'd slammed the door in Much's face not his, he still had hope.

As they awaited her arrival, John, Robert and Allan discussed what they should be looking out for; she signalled her arrival with the slamming of the door. All three looked up in shock taking in the sight of a more glamorous DI than the one that had gone undercover the previous week. She intently looked at the faces of the three men, so this is what it felt like to be Marion, ok so John was a good friend and old enough to be her father but there was still a spark behind those eyes.

Robert's eyes travelled the length of her body, if he was right she had lost a little weight even in this short period of time and the now ever present make up that she had started to wear was very becoming. She'd even begun to dress her hair too. Marion had certainly worked her magic touch on Jo.

And Allan had to agree. As she stood in front of them with her hand on her hip, a slight hint of anger in her face and defiance in her stance, he couldn't help but notice the telling pull in his groin. He'd known that she could be staggeringly beautiful if she'd only allow herself to be, everything was different about her, he wondered at the change putting it to the back of his mind, was this Guy's influence upon her?

"You can close your mouth, Allan. My cleavage isn't on show for your amusement." Jo sneered. She checked herself when she saw the look of hurt and disappointment cross his face but she knew if she relented she would get it back, threefold. She sat in her normal chair. "So what's this all about, Robert?" She asked, wanting to get this meeting over with so that she could get on. "And why is Allan in here?"

"We want you to get Allan in with you." Robert answered.

"How exactly?" She looked between the three of them.

"We thought in the band." John mentioned.

"I used to play the bass," Allan shrugged.

"They already have a bass player." Jo insisted not liking the idea of the close proximity that Allan would have to her if he were to become the new bass player.

"Perhaps he could meet with an accident?" Robert suggested an order rather than a request.

"Again, how? How do you get rid of a bass player? Short of cutting his fingers off anyway." She saw the glint in Robert's eyes. "Forget it, I'm not doing that!"

"Why would I suggest to an officer of the law that they could cut off an innocent's fingers. Perhaps you could shut them in a door or something." Jo's mouth was open in disbelief and disgust. "I know it might be a little difficult."

"DCI Hood, I am not going to orchestrate and carry out the bass player's demise from the band. No way!" She shouted at her boss. "Surely there must be another way." She implored.

Hood stood over her his own anger at boiling point, "I want Vasey, DI Harper and if that means that you have to get rid of the bass player in order for Dale here to get onboard and help you behind the scenes, then that is exactly what you are going to do. Do I make myself clear?"

"But ..."

"No buts ... I think this 'love affair' that you have embarked on with Vasey's number two has addled your brain, Harding. You will do anything you can, without raising suspicion to get Allan in. Again, do I make myself clear?"

Jo's head dropped, what had happened, she had always been so good at her job and had always been respected by her boss but now things were not as they once were. Perhaps the pressure was getting to him? Perhaps he no longer needed her brilliant mind and thought provoking ideas? Perhaps she wasn't great at her job anymore? Perhaps Guy was getting to her too much? But then Hood had ordered her to go back to him. She fought the tears that threatened to fall, she wouldn't allow Robert the satisfaction of seeing her cry, she was better than that. Long ago events had made her into the strong, confident person that she had become. She ground her teeth, "perfectly!" She got up from her seat. "Right, I'll let you know when the bass player has met with a sticky end then." She moved to leave. "What's Allan's cover?"

"I wouldn't suggest lover, Harper." Robert smiled, "it seems you already have that position filled." Robert was still angry but was that a hint of jealousy she heard in his tone now, too? Bloody men. She shook her head, letting out the sigh she had been holding in. "How about, brother?" She heard him say.

"Whatever. I'll let you know."

"Not so fast, what have you learnt."

"The casino is clean. I managed to get into the records office last night and download both sets of accounts for the last five years. Whatever Vasey is up to illegally, it's not going through the casino; he's pulling a bit of a tax fiddle but who isn't?

"Hmm, don't really want vice and customs involved just yet if that is the case. Ok, that's all for now." Jo turned the handle on the door and stepped out into the hustle of CID.

"I'll be awaiting your call." His voice faded as she closed the door of his office behind her after she'd left it. She took a long lingering look around the room, if she wished hard enough she hoped that everything would just disappear and leave her alone with Guy. Just the two of them in an uncomplicated version of the real world, a place where they could live without the ever present risk of Damocles sword hovering over their heads, threatening to break them apart as and when it felt like it. A place where they could love one another away from prying eyes, a place where they could make love to each other all day every day if they so wished.

But this was still the real world and she had to think long term. How could she make sure that her future not only kept her in a job that she ultimately loved despite the frequent disagreements that she was experiencing with Robert, but also in the arms of Guy Matthews? Would he ever forgive her when he found out what she did for a living? Probably not, she realised.

A very interested PC Saffy Jacks took in the expression on Jo's face and recognised it. It was one she had seen herself wear over the past few weeks since she had begun on her exciting rollercoaster of emotions in her affair with DC Will Scarlett. "Owww ... what did you do that for?"

"Saffy, I've just asked you three times ... what do you want to do tonight, and you've ignored me so I figured I had to do something."

"Sorry, Will. I don't mind. Anything."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Look I just have to run an errand." She kissed him on the forehead before wandering from the office and breaking into a sprint the other side of the door. Almost falling down the stairs and into the Chief Constable in her haste, she finally caught up with her friend just as Jo was about to hail a taxi. "Jo, wait. Have you got a minute?" Jo nodded, Saffy's heart went out to her, she didn't think she'd ever seen her so unhappy. "What's up? Do you want to talk about it?"

Jo nodded, the floodgates opening and tears falling profusely down her face. Saffy pulled Jo into her embrace before taking the initiative of walking across the road and into the park opposite. The last place this should be being dealt with was just outside the station. She hauled Jo to the edge of the pavement waiting for the traffic to slow at the zebra crossing before pulling her friend over with her. On the farther side of the road a black Mercedes stopped for them allowing them to cross and at the sight of it, Jo sobbed louder. The sooner Saffy got her friend to talk the better.

.oOo.

The passenger window of the Mercedes rolled down a little, a pair of shaded eyes peering through the opening. "Wasn't that that girl you've been seeing, Matthews? The one that will be making her singing debut in my Casino tonight?" Vasey sneered.

If Guy had seen her correctly then yes she was, but he wasn't going to let Vasey know that. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," not that he was. He would make his own investigations; after all there could be a completely plausible explanation why her friend was wearing a police uniform. The window was shut back up and they continued on their way.

"There was something I was meaning to talk to you about, Matthews. That girl of yours?"

"She's hardly my girl." Guy countered.

"Whatever. I don't want her starting in the casino."

"What? All the money we've spent on advertising, on the band ..."

"My dear boy, that will happen, I have someone else lined up for that. That will still go ahead as planned."

"No, you're not. You can't!" Guy was incredulous.

"Not what?" Vasey rolled his eyes and smirked.

"You're going to make her sing in the club, aren't you?"

"She's very good, Matthews. She just needs sexing up a bit then she'll have those punters of ours spending even more money in our establishments. You can do that can't you? In fact, I don't think it will take much, you say the right word and she'll be in your bed begging for you to take her again and again." A sideways glance told Vasey that Guy was ready to spit, so he continued, "get her to show off some of that ample cleavage and get some tight leather over that arse of hers. She sings with a voice of gilt edged sex, once her body looks like it too ..." he trailed off, "she'll be the class in our establishment, we'll make a mint." He sniffed, satisfied with his comments.

"No," Guy shook his head. "No, I won't do it. I won't allow you to prostitute her."

"My, my, seems you do have a thing for the girl after all." Guy's features hardened. "You have no choice," Vasey said sternly, "just remember who pay's your wages and for those expensive treatments your mother has. Remember where you came from, I can easily put you back."

"Alright, but let me look after her. I don't want to find out that you've let those girls of yours paw all over her and if I hear ... ?"

Vasey cut him off. "What? If one of the customers takes a shine to her, who am I to stop the course of true love."

"I warn you Vasey, let her get hurt and I will hurt you."

"Trust me, Guy; I will not expect her to do anything she doesn't want to. Might find out that underneath all the frigidity she's a bit of a goer."

Guy gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles turning white with the force, if only he could grab that bastard by his neck and squeeze it ... hard. He'd soon know what it meant to mess around with Matthew's and his girl. For all Guy's bravado and comments to the contrary he was becoming quite fond of Jo. In fact, he thought himself to be falling in love with her and there was no way that he was going to allow a sleaze ball like Vasey and his cronies to do what they liked to her. Mind you, she had to agree to it first, something Guy doubted she would do.

.oOo.

Saffy found a vacant bench under an old oak tree; its branches sheltered them from the spots of rain that had just started to fall. "What's going on?" She asked.

"Oh Saffy, I don't know where to start."

"Why don't you start from the beginning?" She suggested.

Jo nodded, the only other people she'd told some or the entire story to, were Marion and Peter. She began relaying all the events to Saffy. Saffy listened intently, never once giving an opinion only offering her assistance when Jo needed to cry again. "So, what do you think? What should I do?"

"I think you're in great danger of falling madly in love with this man, Jo, and he can't be that good if he's in with Vasey. But then it does seem there is another side of him, a side that some of us are not willing to see. All in all, he sounds a lot like Will, very charming and very kind. It doesn't help that DCI Hood is being an arse, either."

"What is that all about? I've always done a good job for that man and now he distrusts me."

"Maybe it's just because there is so much riding on this Jo, and I know he and Marion haven't exactly been hitting it off."

"Is he blaming me for their problems?"

"I doubt it, but then you are her friend. He might see you as an outside influence."

"I'm nothing of the sort, Saffy. That girl makes her own mind up what she wants to do and generally who with. She obviously didn't heed my advice."

"Oh no, I think she did, I just don't think he was as respondent as she hoped he would be."

"Oh God. Why can't things be simple?"

"You really don't want me to answer that one, do you?"

Jo looked at her friend and laughed. "Of course not, wouldn't be much point in trying either, would there? I'd best go, clear my head and sort myself out before I go to work." The girls hugged before they walked their separate ways. There was something about this whole thing that was niggling at Saffy and she was going to find out, with Will's help anyway.

.oOo.

Jo sank deeper into her bath loving the feel of the bubbles closing in around her upper body, caressing her nipples as she laid her head back on the ceramic. The pleasant tones of the music she had selected invading her senses as she closed her eyes and began to dream.

As was becoming a regular event in her dreams, Jo saw Guy. He was with her, in her flat, in her bathroom, in her bath. His hands had soaped her body as she lay back against his chest. He'd lathered the soap between his hands before skimming her soft skin, soaping her abdomen, her sides, her arms, shoulders and finally her breasts. She could feel his heart thudding in his chest as his arousal grew, her own pooling between her legs. His fingers nimbly worked over her nipples, his mouth seeking out her ear and nuzzling the lobe. "You make me so hot," she heard him whisper, she responded with a moan; this wasn't exactly making her feel cool. Her body struck up its chord, finding a gentle rhythm before she could take it no longer and pulled one of his hands from a breast and down between her legs. She gasped at the sudden entrance of one long finger into her centre. "I thought this was what you wanted," he asked.

She nodded; this was exactly what she wanted. She repositioned herself giving him greater access; another finger joined the first finding her bud and concentrating their work over that area. She bucked, the water splashing around them as she continued to ride his fingers. "Do you want more?" Again she nodded. "Kneel up and face me," he ordered. She did as she was bid understanding what he meant by more, her eyes falling to the sight of his hard smooth cock surrounded by the bath water. It wasn't long before she was sinking down over him, her sex pulsating around his shaft as she took him in as far as he would go. She moved her hips, slowly at first, building up momentum, finally giving way to desire and not caring that the water was splashing over the top of the bath and onto the floor.

She wanted to see his face, wanted to see as well as feel the desire of her lover as she rode him. She looked down at him and screamed, for her lover was no longer Guy Matthew's but something darker and sinister. It took the upper hand reaching out from within its depths to cover her mouth and stifle her cries, rocking his form in and out of her as he took the place of Guy and wiped away any goodness she might have felt for another. It was then that she realised he was back, the one that she had feared the most, had tormented her for so long until she had managed to forget him, the Demon of any decadent dreams she might have had ...

She sat up in the bath, tears flowing down her face; seeing as she'd managed to put that particular demon to bed a number of years ago it had been a shock to see it resurface in the face of her happiness. 'Perhaps it's a sign,' she thought, jumping with a start when she heard loud knocks on her front door. Should she leave it, she couldn't. No one ever knocked on her door without good reason. There weren't even enough people that knew where she lived for it to just be an inconvenience.

Having dragged herself from her bath, she grabbed at her huge fleecy dressing gown from where it hung on the back of the door, putting it on as she walked through her bedroom and out into the hallway. Making sure that the knot was securely tied she opened the door as far as the security chain would allow. "Guy?"

"I couldn't stay away any longer, Jo." He jested, noting the look of distress upon Jo's face. "I had something I wanted to discuss with you but I think this might not be the right time." What was wrong with everyone today, it couldn't all be Jo surely. Was he now going to leave her too? She let out a cry of despair, unable to cope with her emotions anymore. "Open the door," he ordered, waiting for her to unlock the chain. As soon as it was done, he had crossed the threshold, slammed the door behind him and had his arms around her, comforting her as she wept.

She was in his arms before she knew it and deposited upon her bed after she had pointed the way. He pulled the duvet over her barely covered body, taking a seat next to her and stroking the hair from her face as her tears subsided. "Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" He gently coaxed with the soft velvety tones of his voice.

She shook her head, 'perhaps it's a sign', her mind repeated. He was about to get up and go, she could see it. 'Do it now,' her mind willed her again. Her hand went to his arm as he was just about to move, he looked back to her, his free hand covering the one she still had on his arm. He smiled encouragingly. "Guy, I was ... the reason I'm not good ... oh, God."

He leant toward her, his free hand now on her face, cupping her cheek, his other now holding onto the one that had held his arm. "Whatever it is, we can get through this."

"There is some serious shit, in my past."

Guy's eyebrows arched at her words. "We all have shit, Jo. No one gets to our age without a certain amount of baggage."

"I know, but when it's personal to you."

He began smoothing her hair back again, watching his hand wistfully as he did so. "It's like you're the only one with problems." She nodded again. "I understand, I thought you realised that."

"But what I have to say ..."

"If you're not ready to tell me, and if you believe it's going to make a difference about how I feel about you, I promise you, it won't." 'Tell me,' his mind willed her.

"I ... I ..."

"Yes?" He asked, 'tell me you're a copper, please?'

"I was ... raped."

He sat up abruptly, 'no, you're a copper.' "What? Jesus!"

She turned her face away from him, "I knew it would make a difference, it always does." The tears began again.

"No, no. Jo!" He pulled at her arms, willing her to sit up. "Please, I'm just a bit shocked. When? Who? Why?" Suddenly he was angry, holding her shoulders tightly, "not one of your foster dad's was it? Because, so help me God, if it was?"

Jo broke away from his embrace, bringing her knees up to her chest and securing them in place with her arms. She rocked back and forth. "No, it wasn't," she whispered, "it was my first boyfriend."

"Oh, Jo." Guy couldn't help but feel more remorse for her, he attempted to reach out to her but she wanted none of it. "Tell me, please. How old were you?"

"Fifteen. He was eighteen. Love of my life, so I thought, until I found out what he was really like. My first time wasn't exactly the awkward teenage moment or the loving touch of another that I dreamed it would be. Even in sex, I haven't had it easy. Perhaps my death will be easy."

"Jo, don't talk like that."

She looked over to him, "I'm sorry." She said quietly. "He was rough and unkind. He ordered me to strip and lie on the bed, whilst he did whatever it was to get him aroused that I'm sure my plump teenage body wasn't going to do on its own. The whole time I stared at the ceiling waiting for him, he was soon on top of me then he was spent. He didn't even wear a condom. He left me to get dressed and even though I didn't want to I got up from that bed, dressed myself and walked into the living room. He was sat there with his mates all laughing and joking. I could've just ran out of there but not before I made him feel as low as he had made me feel. I walked toward him and spat in his face before turning around and walking out of that flat with my head held high."

"Good girl, so what happened after that? Did you tell anyone? Go to the police?"

"No, I just hoped and prayed that I didn't catch anything from him or that I was pregnant. As you can imagine I was relieved when I got my period and as soon as I reached sixteen I went to the local family planning clinic, had myself checked out and went on the pill. I wasn't ever going to leave myself open like that again. I'm surprised you're still here, to be honest."

"Why?"

"Because whenever I've told my partner about it, it's always put more pressure on the relationship, ultimately failing."

"Which is why you've been shying away from becoming intimate with me?" He watched her nod her head. "Jo, the only thing I care about is you. I'm not worried about your past because that is what it is and that is where it should stay unless, of course, ..."

She cut him off, fearfully asking, "what?"

She didn't protest as he began to pull her toward him, "unless that past has you and me in it together. We always need to remember that." His hand cupped her chin, angling her face towards his as he deposited the sweetest kiss that Jo had ever received upon her lips. "I'm falling desperately in love with you Jo, you're all I ever want in my arms, you're all I want to touch and show you how I feel about you. You're my future, Jo; I want you with me forever."

Her arms snaked around his neck and kissed him deeply, her tongue searching his mouth for his own, finding it and wrestling with it as they sank to the bed. "I want you too, Guy." She whispered, "and I want it to start now. Show me; show me what I mean to you."

He leant up, half smiling, "really?" He asked, giving her a final reprieve if she needed it. "There's no going back after this, for either one of us."

"I know, this is what I want, please don't deny me."

"Never, Jo. I could never deny you anything." He sat back up, pulling his phone and wallet from his back pocket. He rang the office as he opened his wallet and searched its contents for the small packets he always kept there. There were three, enough for now anyway. He heard Jo giggle behind him as he placed them on the cabinet by her bedside light.

He looked back at her, giving her his best drop dead gorgeous smile. "I'm on the pill, still."

He reached for her, "it's just an extra precaution for the moment, not that I don't like the idea of you falling pregnant with my baby ... " his attention was drawn back to the phone as someone finally picked up the receiver the other end, "... Hi. Yes, it's Guy ... well sod him ... in fact you can tell him, Simon, that I won't be in ... no, Jo isn't feeling very well, I'm at the hospital with her now ... that's right, neither of us will be in tonight ... tough, you can manage ... see you tomorrow ... Bye."

"If I'm so ill, then you won't need them." She pointed to the condoms.

Guy raised his eyebrows, "really, because the doctor actually told you were faking. Something about first night fears."

"In more than one respect." She laughed. "And what exactly was that about me falling pregnant with your baby. I trust you're going to make an honest woman of me first."

"Such high morals, how am I going to cope?" He became serious for a moment, "Jo, marry me?"

"Are you serious?" He nodded, her shock turned into a smile. "Ask me in a month?"

"Alright, I'll ask again in a month. Do you want me to use them?" He nodded back to the condoms. "I assure you, Jo, that I am always careful when I sleep with women not that I have for a while."

"How long? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind, it was my previous girlfriend and it was over 18 months ago. We didn't last much longer after that."

"I'm not sure if that last little bit makes it sound better or worse." She mocked, "and I'd prefer it if you didn't wear one. I've never missed taking my pill and I haven't been with a man in years."

Finally, he lay down beside her, a hand reaching to the low v her dressing gown made at her neck and traced delicately around the shape over her chest with his fingers. He pulled at the opening exposing one breast and then the other. "Beautiful." He said before asking, "how many years?"

"Over four," she answered, sighing at his touch as he exposed more of her to him. Her hands went to the knot of the belt.

He stopped her, "that's my job," he teased. "If you want something to do, you could undo my shirt." He suggested. Within minutes they were both de-robed and lying in each other's arms. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked one last time.

She pulled him to her, her mouth finding his as she moved her whole being as close to his beautifully toned body as she possibly could. His arousal was evident as she felt the smooth shaft expand between her thighs, his tip resting against her mound. Her leg instinctively found its way over his hip and around his taut arse pulling him closer to her, he moaned against her mouth and she pooled in response. "Not so fast," he joked, "we have all night."

"I'm just eager." She responded. He knew she wasn't kidding but he didn't want this to be like her other firsts.

"You wanted me to show you how I felt about you, didn't you," he watched her bite at her lip, "then let me do it, my love, I want this to be special for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But I can't help how I respond to you."

"Response is one thing, rushing is quite another. Has anyone ever built you up slowly before?" She shook her head, "then I'm going to enjoy teaching you."

Jo was surprised by Guy's attentiveness and he had been a good teacher. He'd expertly brought her up to her first orgasm without even touching her between her legs, his kisses and caresses had affected her in ways that she couldn't believe still made her shiver just thinking about them. She could honestly say that not one partner had ever ministered as much effort as Guy had done in the first hour. In truth sex would have been long over by now with any of her previous partners.

But Guy had one philosophy, sexual fulfilment for both of them was about Jo enjoying herself, she could see that he was very much a giver as he brought her toward her second orgasm of the evening, his head between her thighs, as he supported her hips, one of her legs over his shoulder so that he could gain deeper access with his tongue and fingers. She came passionately, her hips rocking wildly along with his tongues continuing pleasuring of her; she screamed his name as she held onto his head still perched between her legs as he tasted her juices. She pulled him to her ready to kiss him, "Have you ever tasted yourself before?" He asked.

"No," she coloured, "to be honest, no one has ever done that for me."

"Crazy fools. Some people are philistines." He licked his lips, "I love doing it and I have to say, I think yours is the most perfect pussy I've ever seen," she blushed again, "and tasted," he continued. He closed the gap, taking her mouth with his own, "you taste wonderful."

Jo held onto him for fear that he was going to vanish at any minute. "Don't go," she wished, hoping to still see him when she opened her eyes again.

When her eyes fluttered open he had an amused look on his face. "Now where would I be going? We haven't finished here Miss Harding, not by a long chalk."

"I suppose you want me to do that to you now, don't you?"

"What, exactly?"

"A blowjob."

"God I hate that expression, and no I don't," he said, "tonight is about you and, for future reference, I would only wish for you to do that if you really wanted to. I know not all women like to do that. And I'd certainly never expect you to swallow, either!"

"Where have you come from?" She asked thoughtfully.

"Come again?"

"Hopefully." They both laughed, "I've never known anyone like you, and I've obviously been very bad at finding a mate."

"No, Jo, you found me. Isn't there a phrase about kissing a load of toads?"

"I certainly did that, but now I have my prince." She hugged him gratefully.

"Careful, you'll make my head grow. Now shut up woman, I still have to administer my best party trick on you." She threw her head back against the pillows as he found one nipple then the other with his tongue, she could feel the heat begin to sear between them again as he took her up to heights she had never experienced. When he flipped onto his back and asked her to straddle him, she became confused until she realised what it was he wanted to do. She gasped at the thought of sitting over him, then at the thought of riding him, then again when she actually took hold of him and placed the tip of his shaft against her opening. She delighted at the feel of him sliding into her and then again at the feel of him moving out as she raised her hips. She leant over him as they began to take their union to another level. He caught a nipple in his mouth as she rode him for all he was worth. Then their mouths found one another and they continued spiralling upwards towards oblivion. She was beginning to feel herself coming, he too knew she was close as he felt her constrict around him, he let go allowing her to come around him just before he held onto her hips and he planted his seed within her.

Sweaty and panting, Guy continued to hold her as they called each other's names and their orgasms subsided. He allowed her to stay on top of him, pulling the duvet over their still united bodies and folding his arms around her, only moving when he had receded from within her. They found their way under the covers, edging as close to one another as they could. She was in his arms, her head on his shoulder. He was kissing her face and brushing back her now tangled hair, he'd have to offer to brush the tangles out but only after they had slept. He reached over and shut off the light leaving them in the semi darkness of the streetlamp lit room. "Thank you." She said sleepily.

"What for?" He asked.

"For taking me to heaven and back. I love you, Guy."

She closed her wilting eyes and he kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Night love, I love you, Jo." He said, before slumber finally took him too.
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