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One Glorious Afternoon	By : Hazeleyed Category: 1 through F > Foyle's War Views: 2486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Foyle's War is the copyright product of Anthony Horowicz. This is a work of fan fiction using certain characters and information from the series. I intend no infringement and make no money from the work.

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Disclaimer: Foyle's war is a copyright product, no infringement is sought or intended. Characters used for fan-fiction only.

Author: hazeleyes57

rating: MA, 18

A/N: A companion piece to my Foyle's war fic, 'What Will Be.' At the request of more than one person, but especially for a very dear friend, C.B. Just what did happen (in chapter 8) between Lily and Christopher, when he didn't leave?

This won't make much sense if you haven't read the original, a Foyle's War fic. on ff.net, but it might still be fun...

One Glorious Afternoon

I half expected Chris to have left, but when I tried my front door it opened to reveal him sitting in the armchair, reading my book. He looked up at me, then carefully laid the book down, the piece of paper I was using as a marker neatly in place.

He stood, polite as always.

“Did you find her?”

I nodded.

“Didn’t help though. You were right, I should have let her cool off for a while.”

The concern on his face made me feel warm and fuzzy and guilty.

“Are you all right?”

Just peachy.

Mr Mind Reader crossed the room in three paces and stood in front of me.

I was looking at the floor, so the first thing I saw was his shoes.

“Lily. Please look at me...I think that the time has come for us to talk.”

I looked up from his black shoes and their smart shine, to his blue eyes.

“Okay, but I can’t promise that I have any answers for you.”

“Mmm, perhaps. Perhaps not. We’ll see.”

Quite without thought I moved a little closer to him and rested a hand on his shirtfront. I could feel the warmth of his body through the material. Without my permission my heart skipped and fluttered excitedly. I searched his face for a clue to what he was thinking.

“Just to make it clear; I have officially resigned, I no longer work for you. I have to leave soon. Very soon.”

I like to think that some of the light died from his eyes at my bald statement; that he might at least miss me a little when I’m gone.

“I understand.”

“Do you? Do you really?”

How could he, when I didn’t understand it myself?

He lifted his right hand and moved back the hair that was resting against my left temple and cheek. It took a lot of willpower to stop myself from tilting my head to his hand. He’d barely touched me and yet my knees were wobbly. I really didn’t want to ‘talk’ right now. What I wanted was to shove my dear Christopher back onto the small sofa, climb on to his lap; my knees either side of his hips, and exchange some serious kisses.

And that was just for starters.

Chris’ voice was quiet.

“You are an enigma, Lily. A puzzle. I like answers to puzzles. It’s partly why I do what I do.”

He scanned my features closely.

“But there is also something else going on here.”

I think I'm in trouble.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m quite certain that you are not working for ‘the enemy’, but you are working for someone. And although whatever it is that you are doing is important, it leaves you conflicted.”

I hope my expression wasn’t as panicked as I felt.

“Chris -”

His hand moved from my hair to my shoulder; his touch was light and I could have been free in an instant. When he realised that I was not going to pull away, the hand turned and cupped the back of my neck. My eyes fluttered closed. Goosebumps prickled across my shoulders and down my arms – it was like electricity feathering over my skin.

I think I might have moaned.

I forced my eyes open and discovered that Chris was regarding me in a way that had my insides quivering.

Holy mackerel.

The buzzing in my ears faded when I realised that his lips were moving.

“…so I find myself thinking ‘Persuade her to stay’…”

I started to shake my head, but his hand still held me.

He half-frowned, closing his eyes briefly, as if in pain.

“…but you won’t stay, will you, Lily? No matter what I say?”

“I can’t!”

His response is too quick – too hopeful.

“But you would? If you could?”

Shake your head girl! Tell him ‘no’ and mean it.

My traitorous head gave a single nod and I heard him sigh.

“Then that will have to be enough.”

I wasn’t aware of taking the last step that narrowed the distance between us, but I felt his other arm slide across my back and gather me closer still.

I’d like to say that his kiss didn’t move me at all and that he apologised before he left.

I say I’d like to say that, but then I’d be lying.

* * * * *

The kiss did move me, more than I care to admit. It was every bit as stunning as the memorable kiss under the stairs during the air raid. If I had thought that that one was a fluke, here was my proof otherwise.

Chris' lips were perfect. Pliant and warm, with an underlying firmness that applied just the right amount of pressure. It was beautifully polite with none of that modern wet noisy stuff that celebs fake-kiss their way through, but that just made it feel all the more real. Chris was taking his time, one deceptively lazy kiss after another. I lost track of time; I don't know how long we stood there, exploring, seeking, learning and simply enjoying.

No slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am for this man.

Part of me wanted to get things moving to get to the good stuff, but another part of me was learning that anticipation adds to the experience, and that this was the good stuff, setting the scene for the great stuff. My senses came alive. I could smell Chris' soap mixed with the subtle cologne that he used after shaving. I could hear our breathing and feel the rapid thrum of his heart pressed to my chest. I could feel the press of his hand on my back, the warmth of his other palm on my neck and the gentle probe of fingers at the base of my head. I shivered, my skin contracting into goosebumps with excitement all over again. I wanted Chris closer than this close; I wanted him to be part of me. My hands crept up his chest; one to tease at one of his nipples - small and pebbled, probably like mine right this second - and the other to sidle over his shoulder to play with those rebellious curls at the nape of his neck. Chris' arms tighten and he holds me as if he never wants to leave.

My conscience, a small wobbly voice in a distant cobwebby part of my brain, was trying to tell me something, but I'd long since stopped listening.

When we finally broke apart for air, my lips felt swollen and hypersensitive. Blue eyes regarded me steadily, although his expression was anything but steady. His lips were parted and his breathing was rapid; the same state I was in. Despite his obvious involvement just now, he was gentleman enough to try to give me an out, but I didn't take it up.

“Lily...?”

I shook my head minutely, but it was sign enough. I wanted this just as much as he did, perhaps even more so. He let out a sigh and the element of relief was obvious. I shuddered deliciously and melted against him, my legs barely capable of holding me up and only the fearful thought of parting kept me upright. His head closed the small gap between us, then his hot hard lips were searing mine. Sparks danced through me making my whole body pulse. My breasts felt heavy; they, like me, craved his touch like an addiction. My knees shook and my hips tilted, angling for a better fit against the hard length unashamedly pressed against me. Heat and pressure coiled within me, making me ready for him, making me crazy. There was nothing tentative about the tongue that demanded entrance and plundered my mouth as if it had every right to be there.

Another stop for air made us briefly part, but there was no pause as Chris kissed down my throat, holding me close with one arm while the other hand undid the buttons of my blouse. His kisses trailed into the newly revealed cleavage and I held him tight, one arm over his back, my other hand in his hair. He smelled gorgeous; manly but clean and I wanted to kiss every inch of him. One of his hands caressed my breast through my bra, but it was not close enough for either of us. I moaned, urging myself into his hand. He skilfully slipped his hand under the material and cupped my bare breast before teasing the tip to a peak. He shoved my bra aside and his mouth replaced his fingers, making me gasp; the heat was incredible, the touch of his tongue like silk.

Chris' hands slid down my torso and clasped my hips, one slid around my backside to brace against me, the other found the hem of my skirt and made its way back up under the material. Despite the wondrous diversion of his mouth, I felt every inch of that warm hand's journey. I knew when he reached the bare skin of my thighs and exactly when he touched the edge of my silk knickers.

Without conscious thought my hand moved from Chris' hair and down over his chest, the heat of his flesh obvious even through his shirt; I didn't linger there but continued on down until my eagerly questing hand found the prominent bulge of his concealed erection, and caressed it firmly. To my infinite pleasure the vibration of his groan resonated through my breast - I had to resist the temptation to drop to the floor and pull him down on me.

His hand pressed between my legs, stroking me through the damp silk. I gasped again as he slid a finger under the material and brushed against the flesh nestled in the curls. Had I been lying down and not concerned with falling over, I'm quite certain that I would have come at that moment. As it was, I was tense with need, desperate to get Chris to finish what he had started. His tongue swirled before nipping gently at my breast, and a charge of heat shot through me, underscoring the pleasure. When his mouth left one breast to take the other, the cool air alternated with the heat, keeping its peak rigid.

My head was filled with ideas; things I wanted to do to Chris and what I wanted him to do to me. This was unfamiliar territory for me; I'd never felt this driving need to possess before, and I felt a little wild and out of control; like someone else was in the driving seat. I had a glimmer of what I had been missing in my life.

Too much thinking, let's get doing.

Almost as if he was reading my mind – but to a different melody - Chris straightened up to face me. He was flushed and those incredible eyes were bright. It was obvious to me that he was holding back with some difficulty and it was arousing for me to know that he was that turned on.

He kept his hand where it was, the gentle stroking was almost hypnotic, and I couldn't have moved if I'd tried.

“Lily...before this goes any further, I need you to know that I have the greatest respect for you, and do not take this step lightly.”

I had no idea that restraint could be so romantic.

“I know.”

He frowned, keen to make his point.

“I would have courted you, properly, as you should be.”

I looked him in the eyes, allowing my feelings to show.

“I know you would. If I had time and could stay, I would have liked that very much.”

He nodded once, before resting his forehead on mine in gentle salute.

He kissed me. Further long and lascivious kisses followed, his tongue playing with mine, mimicking with thrust and counter thrust what would surely follow. His hand cupped me again, but this time the finger that slipped under the silk slid into me and I shuddered with profound pleasure. I felt him pulse under my hand, harder than ever. Opening my eyes, I spied the settee behind Chris and backed him towards it. When the back of his legs hit the edge, I broke off from the kiss. Chris looked puzzled for a moment, until I started to tackle his trouser buttons and unclip his braces. A distant part of me wondered if he was disconcerted at my take-charge attitude, but his puzzlement cleared and he allowed me direct him. In a very short space of time, I shoved down the trousers and underwear to finally get to see what I had already been feeling. I did not linger, but I wasn't disappointed. I wasn't sure of the sexual adventurousness of the 'average' person in the nineteen forties, but I didn't want Chris to freak out about my attention until I knew his sexual self a little better.

In about half an hour, perhaps.

I pushed a little against Chris' chest; slightly startled, he sat down but then looked up at me as I stood in front of him. To my happy surprise, he took hold of himself in his right hand and I smirked as he enjoyed a couple of strokes. I reached up under my skirt for the cami knickers, but again he surprised me when he grasped my wrist with his left hand and shook his head.

“Leave them on.”

I grinned. It seemed we were on the same page.

“As you wish.”

I straddled his knees and climbed on his lap, moving my knees to his hips. With him between my thighs, Chris' face was below my chin. I bent to kiss him while he pulled my blouse down off my arms and dropped it somewhere behind me. My bra followed as he released me into his waiting hands and mouth. There was something that felt quite wicked about still being partly dressed; like we were in too much of a hurry to undress. I squirmed forward and felt his cock rub against me through my knickers. I moaned in heated anticipation, forced into speech.

“Hurry!”

I felt his smile on my breast.

He encouraged me to sit up briefly as he used one hand to move aside the wet silk. My hand tangled with his as we both tried to get him lined up, but it was funny rather than a mood killer and seconds later I slowly sank down, savouring every inch of his cock as it filled me to capacity. We looked at each other for a long moment without moving; it felt to me as if we were both kind of shocked about good it felt and were taking the extra moments to luxuriate in the sensations.

But we couldn't wait forever and Chris had his hands on my backside, encouraging me to move to meet his thrust. It was exquisite; my insides gripped the thick length of him, and as I rolled my hips to meet each push, I was almost overwhelmed with sensation. The sounds of enjoyment; the grunts of effort, the groans of delight, the slap of flesh, the frantic kisses, it was erotic fodder for me and I just gave myself over to all of it.

Naturally, something this damn good, it didn't take me long before I was climbing towards the peak of the journey. It had never been this quick for me in the past and I was almost sorry that it would be over so soon.

“So good!”

God, he was perfectly placed, it was too much to contain, it was so intense. Chris continued to thrust and I stiffened above him, tight and shuddering, before I fell into a blazing eternity.

“Lily!”

His grunt of warning made no impact on me; he had no chance to pull out while I held him captive with my body. I rode through the tale end of my orgasm, keen not to miss his and I felt him throb inside me, one more thrust, then another and I felt him go rigid, pulling me hard down onto him as he pushed up and exploded inside me; the sound of his growl and the feel of his climax sent me over the edge again.

When I fell back to earth, darling Chris was waiting with a deep kiss and an apology. I hoped I looked as baffled as I felt. He was sorry?

“What for? That was superlative!”

I'm certain he didn't disagree. He held me close and his voice was a raw whisper in my ear.

“I'm sorry, I wanted to keep you safe, but I couldn't withdraw.”

Well, I could hardly explain my contraceptive implant.

“It's okay, I'm...it's not possible for me to... I will be safe, so please don't let that spoil this.”

Chris stroked my face, tucking a stray bit of hair back. He touched a finger to my bottom lip, and I slid my tongue over the finger, tasting him.

“Nothing could possibly spoil this, but thank you.”

“I'm just sorry it's over already.”

That did make him smile.

“I can assure you, the day is far from over.”

He was quite right. We moved upstairs from the settee and spent the remainder of the afternoon in the squeaky bed with the sheets that were no longer cool or crisp.

And it was glorious.
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