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A Long Hot Day	By : Scription_Addict Category: S through Z > Waking the Dead Views: 993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

A Long Hot Day - A Waking the Dead Fiction
Spoilers – None, but based very loosely on the container yard scene from the series 7 episode missing persons.
Pairings - Grace and Boyd as always.
Raiting - MA, for bad language and scenes of a sexual nature.
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It was a hot day, and the thing with hot days is, everyone is always in a bad mood, nobody wants to wait for anything, everyone suffers a severe sense of humour bypass, and no one, absolutely no one, wants to be stuck in a car or building without air conditioning, no matter who their travelling companion is. Yes, I think it is safe to say that on hot days, tempers fray and fists fly, traffic grinds to a halt and no one sees the funny side of anything. So if you're already a bad tempered, workaholic, with no patience, no sense of humour and a tendency to fly off the handle at the smallest thing that doesn't go your way, it's not going to be a good day for you or those around you.
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Boyd started up the car and waited for the air conditioning to kick in, he grew impatient waiting for his colleague to join him, and started to hit the car horn in an attempt to hurry her up. He knew it would have no effect, but did it anyway, if anything, it would probably only serve to irritate her and cause her to go even slower.
"Bloody woman!" He said as he saw her walking slowly out of the building, he waved his hands in an agitated manner, "Hurry up for god's sake, we haven't got all bloody day."
Grace got into the car and did up her seatbelt, putting her bag in the foot well in front of her. "You really need to calm down Boyd, you're going to end up having an ulcer, or worse a stroke."
"It's hot Grace, bloody stiflingly hot, and you know damn well that I hate the heat."
"Nobody wants to be stuck in this heat Boyd, you are not the only one."
Boyd pulled at his tie, eventually removing it completely and throwing it into the glove box.
"Better?" She asked him with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Yeah, bloody great." He sighed again before fiddling with the air conditioning controls. "Bloody air con isn't working either." He thumped the controls in temper as he spoke.
"You have only just started the car, try a little patience, it works wonders."
"What is the bloody point of air con if you have to be driving for an hour before you feel the affects."
"It's not that bad Boyd, just calm down."
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Boyd stopped talking and started driving, heading to the old railway container yard that they wanted to look around, as he stepped out of the car he took his jacket off and hung it on the hook in the back of the car, he then grabbed a bottle of water from the space in the car door, before slamming the door and locking the car. They walked over to the container they were looking for, it was a black container, and was in a shaded part of the yard, under the cover of the service area.
Everything was abandoned now, the yard was no longer used for the purpose it was created, it had become a place for junkies and the homeless to hang around, some of the containers were used for sleeping in. The one they were looking for was closed up, Boyd pulled it open, and they both stepped inside, it was hotter inside than it was out, air holes had been drilled into the container by the people who had used it to sleep in. They walked to the back of the container, as they did so the container was suddenly thrown into darkness, and they heard the noise of the heavy metal door being slammed shut. Boyd moved quickly to the door, but not quick enough, it had been bolted shut. He banged his fists on the door as he started to shout.
"Hey, open the door, open the door, open the fucking door." He continued to shout and bang the door long after he knew that it wasn't doing any good.
Grace stood behind him, shocked to the core that they were now locked in this container. As she regained her senses she moved over to him and placed her hand on his arm, "Boyd stop it, it's a waste of time."
The next thing he did was grab his phone from his pocket, he lit it up, throwing some light into the container, "Argh, no bloody signal."
"We're in a metal container, what do you expect."
"I expect not to be locked in a metal container."
"Listen to me, I know you don't like being in confined spaces, but you need to calm down and think rationally, we will get out of here, okay, just calm down." Her voice was soft, in an attempt at calming him down.
Boyd walked to the back of the container and leant against the wall, sliding down it slowly so he was sat down, Grace walked over and sat down next to him. Boyd took a drink from the bottle of water he had with him and then passed it to Grace.
"Here, it's hot you should keep hydrated." Grace took a sip from the bottle and then passed it back to him.
"So, any ideas, other than hitting and swearing at the door."
"Spence will work out something is wrong when we don't return to the office or answer our phones, he'll be able trace my mobile to the container yard, we'll just have to sit and wait, and hope we don't die from the heat in the meantime."
Boyd started to fidget again, undoing a few more buttons on his shirt and running his hand over his brow to wipe away the beads of sweat that had accumulated there.
"God I hate this heat." He said again taking to his feet and pacing up and down.
"Getting agitated will only make you hotter."
"Well what do you suggest?" He said before starting to bang on the door again and shout for help, hoping that someone would hear him.
"I suggest you preserve your energy and sit down, we have established that no one is going to let us out until Spencer or one of the team finds us, we have no signal on either of our phones, so we cannot ring for help, we have some water and air, yes it's hot, but we're not suffocating, just uncomfortable, so if we try and stay calm, we'll both be okay."
He turned back and sat down next to her, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. "I'm sorry Grace, I just don't like being locked in places."
"Cleithrophobia!"
"What?"
"It's called Cleithrophobia, a fear of being locked in confined spaces."
"I don't have a phobia, I just don't like it." He replied, his voice sounding more and more agitated.
"Really, because you looked like a man on the edge of a full blown panic attack just now."
"Don't try and psycho-analyse me please, I don't have a phobia and I wasn't having a fucking panic attack, I was just getting wound up because some arsehole has locked us in a fucking storage container on one of the hottest days of the fucking year." His voice got louder towards the end of the statement.
"That's it Boyd stay nice and calm."
"I don't want to stay fucking calm."
"Well what do you want to do? Because stuck in here the options aren't great."
"I want to get out of here and stand under a cold bloody shower."
"Oh, I didn't realise I had that much of an affect on you, especially in this heat."
"No, because you never notice anything do you Grace?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, forget it."
"What if I don't want to forget it."
"Hard luck, because I do."
"So what is it that I don't notice?"
"Me, okay Grace, if you really want to discuss this in here, in this fucking heat, it's me that you don't notice."
"Notice you in what way?"
"In what way do you think?"
"What, you mean?"
"Yes Grace I mean that."
"You and me?"
"Yes, you and me."
"But you've never said anything."
"Maybe I was hoping I wouldn't have to, I thought you could read people after all."
"Sometimes things need saying Boyd, some things can't be read, because you end up getting the wrong messages."
"I gave you enough hints, late night drinks at the office, taking you out to dinner, all the evenings we spent at my place or yours."
"All that told me was that we enjoyed being in each others company, why didn't you say something, or...do something, so that I knew."
"Maybe I didn't want to get my face slapped. You never showed me anything that indicated you were interested in me."
"Ditto."
"So if I had kissed you what would you have done?"
"I don't know, I couldn't possibly speculate on something like that."
Even in the dark he could tell she had a smile on her face, he turned to the side slightly and placed his hand on her face, moving in he kissed her slowly, his hand moved from her face to her waist and turned her towards him. She in return, moved her hand to his waist, his shirt was undone, so her hand met with his bare skin. He felt her nails tickle against his skin and took a sharp breath, as he did so, she felt his tongue gently hovering close to her own, she took the initiative and edged her tongue over his.
His hand began to wander gently under the flimsy material of her summer top, as he did so he felt her hand over the top of his, stopping him in his tracks.
"Not in here." She said to him.
"What if we never get out, I can't think of a better way to go, you'll have made a happy man very old, or something like that."
"And what if someone opens the door whilst we are in the midst of, you know?"
"Then we'll say the heat got to us."
"That's the other thing, the bloody heat."
"It might be our only chance. Don't let me die having never known the feeling of making love to you."
"A little melodramatic Boyd, anyway I thought you were too bloody hot."
"I am hot, but I'm willing to risk it, and anyway, we've got to pass the time somehow."
As he spoke he removed his shirt completely and put it on the ground, he knelt in front of her and continued to kiss her, a gentle deluge of kisses, his lips meeting hers over and over again, he placed both his hands on her waist and gently lifted her top over her head, his hand moved to her breast, he began to massage the soft mound of flesh through the material of her satin bra, as her hands moved to his trousers, gently running her hand over the growing protrusion that was beneath the fabric of his designer suit trousers. She felt his breathing increase with every touch she made, even more so as she lowered the zip on his trousers and moved her hand inside them.
As she touched him, so he felt the need to draw level, his hands went round her back and undid her bra, his mouth moving from her lips to the newly exposed flesh, sucking on her breasts, his teeth gently skimming over her nipple, causing her to moan lightly.
His hands moved to her trousers, undoing them. She put her hands around his neck and he gently lifted her off the ground enough to lower her layers of clothing, pulling them down to her knees, he then did the same to his own clothing.
His hands moved between her thighs, his thumb seeking and finding with expert precision, gently stroking and touching her, before building a more steady and arduous rhythm, his mouth moved back against hers, kissing her with more desire, more passion.
His hands moved back to her waist, lifting her from the ground slightly. She felt his hardness against her as he lifted her, his mouth started to kiss and nip at her neck.
"Yes?" He asked, hesitating slightly, the simple one word question seeking confirmation of her willingness to continue.
"Yes." She replied, the one word answer all he needed to hear.
He lowered her on to him as he thrust up gently in to her. The two movements combining to increase the somatic sensation that rippled through her body to the core. He kept his arms around her waist and his mouth alternating between her mouth and her neck, every now and again nipping at her skin in his over zealous state.
Grace leant back against the metal of the container as he continued his steady rhythm, her eyes closed, her hands holding onto his shoulders, her moans becoming a little more frequent as she neared her pinnacle, her actions more effusive than normal, the darkness of the container allowing her to be a little more uninhibited than she would normally be when making love to a man for the first time.
Boyd's thrusts started to become a little rougher, as he too edged towards his climax, groaning against her skin.
"Oh god Boyd." She whispered the words, not wanting to shout it out, her nails dug into his shoulders as she began to feel he inner muscles contract around him, the waves of pleasure sweeping through her body like a violent storm assaulting her senses. So wrapped in her own release she didn't even notice when he too began to peak, the feeling of her muscles tightening around him sending him over the edge, expletives rolling of his tongue as he came hard.
They remained intimately joined together, he held her tight against him as they both lulled into a sense of tranquillity. Their breathing still fast and uneven, both of them refulgent with the layer of perspiration that coated them.
Boyd disengaged himself from her and began to re dress himself, as he did so he passed Grace her top as he had thrown it behind him in the heat of the moment. He stood up and gave her some room to dress herself, before returning and sitting beside her, he left his shirt off in an effort to cool himself down, not that their activities had helped with that.
He reached for the, now warm, bottle of water, passing it to grace first. She took a couple of sips of the tepid liquid before passing it back to him, he took a couple of large mouthful's of water.
"You okay?" He eventually asked, reaching over with his hand and taking hold of hers, his fingers lacing through hers.
He felt her hand squeeze his gently. "Yeah, hot, or should I say hotter, but I'm okay. You?"
"Yeah I'm fine, no better than fine, I'm great."
"Not hot?"
"I am boiling, but it was worth it, now if I die in this shitty hell hole, I'll die with a smile on my face that nobody will ever understand, because they won't know that I have just screwed the most astonishing, awe-inspiring woman I have ever met."
"So romantic Boyd."
"What? Ah, I shouldn't have said screwed, sorry, but that was hardly making love was it, and, to be honest, you're lucky I was feeling polite."
"Ha, that's polite is it?"
He lifted her hand to his mouth and gently kissed the back of it before continuing to speak, "Listen to Me, Doctor Foley, we just had sex, okay, it was sex, we screwed, shagged, fu..."
"Yes, thank you, I get the picture."
"What I'm trying to say is that when we get out of here, and I get you into my bed, or your bed, I'm not bothered which, I will make love to you, I will hold you and caress you, and kiss every inch of your body, and show you what we can have together, but in here, I can't even see you."
Just as Grace was about to speak, they heard voices outside.
"Boyd, Boyd can you hear me?"
"Spence, we're in here." He replied, they both got up and started to shout and bang on the doors.
"Spencer, it's this one over here, quick." they heard Stella shout, and then the doors to the container opened, they both turned away from the light that streamed inside, their eyes unaccustomed to it after a few hours in the dark.
"What happened?" Spence asked, helping them out of the container.
"Some bastard locked us in just after we got here."
"Shit, that was about five hours ago."
Stella ran back from the car with water and two pairs of sunglasses, they helped them out of the container.
"Shit you look hot, we should get you to hospital, get you checked over. Where's your shirt?"
"Oh shit I left it inside."
"I'll get it and then take you to the hospital."
"No, we're fine Spence, honestly, I just wanna get home and take a shower. How about you Grace?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I just want to go home."
"Okay." Spencer replied as Boyd and Grace walked to Boyd's car.
"God, I wonder how they coped with that?" Stella said to him.
"I don't know, five hours in the dark, in that heat, with Boyd, I wonder how Grace survived," He replied.
"I have no idea, but Grace's top was inside out." She replied with a smile.
Fin.
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