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Chapter 1:

The Interview Room (Not just for interviewing)

Rated MA for Adult content, if you don't like, please don't read.
PWP - Not sure when this is set, but it refers to several of Boyd and Grace's previous partners. It's late. They've been working late and things get a little silly and then a little serious as they share a late-night drink to unwind. Hope you enjoy.
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"To hell with this, it's 1am, let's have a drink."
"Of what?"
"Grace Foley, please don't pretend that you haven't got a bottle of wine stashed in your office, I know you have, you know you have, even the cleaners know where you stash your wine."
"You make me sound like a bloody alcoholic."
"Not at all, just a woman of impeccable taste."
Grace got up from the floor where she had been sat reviewing case files and walked into her office, returning a few moments later with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"Will this do?" She asked with a cheeky grin on her face.
"Absolutely!" he replied, taking the bottle from her and undoing it. He poured them a glass each and returned to sit on the sofa. Grace sat on the floor beside him where she had been previously.
"So did you not have any plans this evening, with what's his name?"
"His names Alan, as well you know."
"Okay, Alan, did you not have any plans, was he not going to take you out for a romantic meal, and sweep you off your feet."
Grace glanced at him before speaking, "We were just friends Boyd, nothing more."
"Were?"
"Yes were. I haven't seen him for some time, and I don't plan to."
"Why?"
"It's complicated. He wanted more than I did."
"You mean he wanted a relationship."
"Yes."
"What was wrong with that, you're free he was free."
"Oh that's okay then,we're both free, so we should be at it-like rabbits, doesn't matter that I don't think of him like that."
"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything."
"so what about you, is there anyone keeping your bed warm at home?"
"Get real Grace, you know me and relationships don't go well together."
"Why not?"
"Because my life is too complicated, everything with Luke, plus work, an ex-wife who wants to kill me on site, and basically too many skeletons in the closet."
"So get rid of the skeletons, free yourself Boyd."
"Ha, now who's being ridiculous."
"No I'm not, come on talk to me, tell me why it's so ridiculous."
"I'll make a deal with you, I'll tell you about my skeletons if you tell me about yours."
"I don't have any skeletons in my closet."
"Oh really, so why didn't you want a relationship with what's his face then."
"Alan!" She said with an annoyed sigh, "and it was about chemistry, nothing else. We just weren't suited in that way."
"Come on Grace it's late. It's just you and me. You want me to talk, well I want you to talk. A good old fashioned heart to heart, no holds barred."
Grace took a sip of her drink, "There's another bottle of wine in my office. I have a feeling, we'll need it."
"So tell me about Alan?" He asked her straight off.
"There's nothing to tell, he's an old friend, we've known each other for years, since I worked in the prison system, we met up recently after we bumped into each other at a conference, we met up a couple of times, but it wasn't a relationship. We were just friends."
"Did you sleep with him?"
"Okay, time for me to leave, I think."
"No holds barred we said."
"No, you said, not me, I just offered to listen to your problems, nothing else."
"Oh, so I get to pour my heart out to you, and get nothing in return, it's got to be a two-way street Grace. I talk. You talk."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. No, we never slept together, not this time, or previously."
"Did you want to sleep with him?"
"No. How come you're asking all the questions?"
"I'm not stopping you asking questions."
"Okay, why does your ex-wife want to kill you on site?"
"Because I messed her around, I cheated on her, not just once but a few times."
"The affair with Jess?"
"That was one of them. It was the only affair I had, but I did sleep around with other women, a series of one-night stands, with women who didn't mean anything."
"A serial adulterer."
"Yes, I'm not proud of it."
"Why did you do it then?"
"Revenge, mostly."
"Revenge?"
"Mary had an ongoing affair with one of my closest friends. It was going on for about two years before I found out."
"Ouch! How did you find out?"
"I made an arrest that resulted in me ending up covered in crap, so I had to go home in the middle of the day to get showered and changed, I walked in on them having sex, in our bed of all places."
"I'm sorry, that must have been very painful."
"Up until that point I had been a faithful and loving husband."
"Why didn't you just leave her?"
"Because of Luke, he was six at the time. She asked me to stay for his sake. She ended the affair, and I stayed, but the marriage was never the same after that, and I sought comfort in the arms of anyone else I could find, one-night stands usually, until I met Jess."
"Why was she different from the rest?"
"I guess we talked more, even before we ended up sleeping together, it was a bit like you and me. We would sit in the office late at night, share a bottle of wine and slag off the world, and then, one night we kissed, after that it became a full blown affair."
"Did you love her?"
"No, I don't think so, it was more about comfort than love, for a while she made me feel better, helped me to forget that I was in a marriage to a woman whom I didn't love, and who didn't love me. What about you and Harry?"
"What about him?"
"Did you love him?"
"Yes, very much."
"Do you think he loved you?"
"I don't think Harry loved anyone except Harry, he just said what I wanted to hear, and after he'd got me into bed, it all changed."
"Who ended it?"
"What?"
"Who ended the relationship, you or Harry?"
"I don't want to talk about it?"
"Why not, I thought we said no holds barred Grace, come on talk to me."
"Because it's too painful."
"What, even now?"
"Yes, even now."
"He really hurt you didn't he?"
"Yes." She said the words in a hushed tone.
"What did he do that was so bad?"
"It wasn't so much what he did, it was what he didn't do."
"What do you mean?"
"He never told me he was married with children, not until..."
"Until what?"
"Until I told him I was pregnant"
"You got pregnant?"
"Yes, when I found out, I was happy, and I thought he would be too. But when I told him his face dropped. I can still see the look on his face now."
"I never knew Grace. I'm so sorry." Boyd moved down on to the floor to sit next to her. He put his hand on her face.
"It was then that he told me he was married, with three children. I couldn't believe I'd been stupid enough to get pregnant. It wasn't intentional, just one of those mishaps, I was on the pill, but I'd obviously taken something else that interfered with it working, something like that anyway. He didn't even offer to stand by me. He just walked away, back home to his wife and kids, leaving me to deal with it on my own."
"What did you do?"
"I had a termination, I never told anyone, just went through it on my own."
"What about your family, or friends?"
"I was too ashamed to tell anyone, too ashamed that I'd been taken in by him, and that I'd let myself get into such a huge mess."
"It wasn't your fault, you didn't know."
"Oh god, we've got all maudlin now, where's that other bottle of wine?"
"I'll get it, hang on."
"So who ended things with you and Mary."
"She did! We lasted until Luke was ten, and then we decided enough was enough. We were both miserable, and so was Luke, so we decided it was in everyone's best interest to call it a day. Luke spent his time living half with Mary and half with me. I think that's how he ended up getting into trouble, if he wasn't around I thought he was at his Mother's, and she thought he was with me, but he was with neither of us. He was staying with friends, bunking off school, staying out all night and getting up to all sorts."
"Have you had any word about him lately?"
"No. I never stop looking Grace. I've lost count of the number of times that I thought I'd seen him, only to run up some random teenage boy that looks a little like him from behind and nothing like him from the front."
"I can't imagine how that feels?"
"Do you wish you'd had kids?"
"Yes, I had the termination because I thought it was for the best, and that there was plenty of time for kids later. But it never happened, Jack and I tried, but it obviously wasn't meant to be, and in the end, it drove us apart, he left me for someone else."
"God what a pair we are."
"What about Matty, do you ever see him?"
"No, he wasn't mine. He was from Jenny's previous relationship."
"I didn't realise, sorry."
"It's okay. We weren't even together that long, she wasn't a police wife, she wanted more than I could give. You know what this job is like, sometimes the case is all that matters, it's a job for a single man."
"Oh so you're going to be alone for the rest of your life are you?"
"Maybe, maybe not, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you going to be single forever?"
"God I don't know, probably, I like my own company, I guess I'm just too set in my ways to start sharing my life with someone else."
"Who was the last?"
"What?"
"Who was the last man you slept with?"
"That's a bit personal even for a no holds barred conversation."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
Grace giggled at his words. "You first then."
"Okay, six months ago."
"That was when, not who."
"Okay, okay, I'm getting to that. It was my birthday and I went out for a few drinks with my brother and a couple of his friends. They took me to this private member's club that one of them belonged to. I got chatting to this woman. We had a few drinks and then went back to her place, and we, well you get the picture."
"Did you see her again?"
"Nope, it was just a one-night thing. We didn't exchange numbers or make any arrangements we had no intention of keeping. I just left."
"How can you do that?"
"What?"
"Sleep with someone you've just met, and have no intention of seeing again."
"I don't know. It's just one of those things. I liked her. She clearly liked me. It just happened."
"But you knew absolutely nothing about her."
"I knew enough about her, what else did I need to know?"
"Oh I don't know. It's just so...clinical. Almost like a bloody transaction."
"Hey, no money changed hands."
"It may as well have done. Sex is so personal, so intimate, it's like the final piece of yourself you can give to someone. It should be with someone you know and care about, someone special, so why give it to a stranger."
"That's a little old-fashioned Grace."
"Maybe, but I don't think it hurts to be like that."
"So you've never had a one-night stand?"
"No, never."
"You've never spent the night with someone just once, and it never happened again."
"That's different."
"How is it different."
"Okay, definition of a one-night stand, to spend the night with someone whom you've just met and never intend to see or spend the night with again, correct?"
"Yeah I'd agree with that."
"I've never done that."
"But you've slept with someone just the once."
"I was seeing someone that I slept with just the once, we split up soon after we spent the night together."
"It's the same thing."
"No it isn't, we'd known each other ages. We just took a while to get round to sleeping together, and we weren't compatible, so to speak."
"You mean he was crap in bed."
"No, maybe we were both crap, but it wasn't right, and we split up."
"Anyway we're diverting from the question at hand."
"What was the question?"
"Who was the last man you slept with and when?"
"I can't believe I'm actually going to tell you this. His name was Robert. He was a friend of a friend, and we met at a dinner party. We started seeing each other, I guess you could say we dated for a while, and eventually we decided to sleep together."
"You decided to sleep together! God Grace what happened to spontaneity, why is everything so organised?"
"Because it's intimate and personal, I can't jump into bed with someone that I'm not sure about. It just wouldn't feel right."
Boyd picked up the wine bottle, and tried to pour another glass, but it was empty. "Have you got any more of these?"
"Yep, I think so."
"I'll get it, back in a sec." He returned and opened bottle number three and poured them both another glass. "So when was that?"
"About three years ago."
"Three years ago, bloody hell Grace, that is a serious drought in the bedroom department."
"We're not all sex mad Boyd."
"Clearly, otherwise you'd have gone blind by now."
"Boyd!" She said disapprovingly.
"What? Despite a popular belief Grace, masturbation is not a sin. It doesn't cause blindness or hair to grow on the palms of your hands. It's a part of life."
"I seriously think I should go home now."
"Why because I mentioned masturbation?"
"No because I think this conversation has gone as far as I want it to."
"Don't go Grace, finish this bottle with me, and we'll share a taxi."
"It's 3am Boyd, don't you think it's a bit late."
"No! Stay, please?"
"Okay, just till we finish this bottle, okay?"
"Deal. So, where were we?"
"Oh god, lets change the subject, please?"
"Why, I thought this was a no holds barred conversation."
"Whatever Boyd."
"Do you miss it?"
"What?"
"Sex?"
"Sometimes, not the sex, but the closeness of being intimate with someone, it's nice to have someone holding you, to feel comfortable enough with someone that you can say or do anything."
"I feel like that when I'm with you." He said the words without thinking, Grace stared at him in silence, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that."
"So why did you?"
"Because it's true, when I'm with you I feel like nothing else matters. I don't mean when we're working, but like this now, with no one else around, just you and me, I would tell you my darkest secrets and not bat an eyelid."
"I think you have probably already told me your darkest secret."
"Hah, no where near, those are minor secrets."
"So what's your darkest secret?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"Okay, but you go first."
"I fantasise about you, I wake up with a hard-on having dreamt of you, about making love to you and holding you in my arms afterwards." He looked at Grace, who didn't respond. She stood up and left the room, hurriedly. "Grace wait, please don't run off."
Grace walked away from him. She felt like he was making fun of her, having a laugh at her expense. Her cheeks flushed pink at the embarrassment. She didn't know where she was going. She just needed to get away from him.
Boyd sat on the floor and sighed. He waited a few minutes before he went looking for her. He'd tried her office and the ladies' toilets, the lab, and a few other places, eventually he went into the interview room. As he walked into the observation room, he could see her sat on the table, she looked as though she had been crying, he could kick himself, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her or hurt her feelings, he would never do that. He opened the door to the interview room slowly, and just leant on the door frame.
"Grace?"
"Leave me alone Boyd."
"What's wrong?"
"How can you stand there and ask that after what you just said. What do you think it's okay to make fun of me, sad old Grace hasn't got laid for a while, so I'll just have a laugh at her expense?"
"No Grace, no way, I would never do that to you. I meant every word of what I said, whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you, but I meant it." He walked over and stood in front of where she was sat on the table. He pulled her hand away from her face, so he could see her, "I would never make fun of you."
"So why say it?"
"Because it's true. I dream about you." As she looked up at him, he leant forward and gently moved his face next to hers, the feel of his beard surprisingly soft against her skin. "I want you Grace." He moved his face back so he could look into her eyes. "Please tell me you want it too."
Grace didn't speak. She pulled her hand away from his and turned around so he was facing her back. "I think you should leave now, go home Boyd, sober up, and tomorrow we'll forget this conversation and carry on as before."
"I don't want to forget it. I want to remember tonight as the night my dream came true." He moved his mouth to her neck and started to place gentle feather-light kisses against her skin. She didn't run away, she didn't tell him to stop, instead she leant her head to one side giving him better access to her neck, after a few minutes, she moved her hand to his neck and pulled him closer to her skin, her hands gently toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. She gradually turned her head to the side so their lips could meet.
The first kiss was soft. She just moved her lips and placed them very lightly against his, the softest, simplest kiss, as soft as butterfly's wings against his skin. She pulled away from him again.
"I don't want a one-night stand."
"Nor do I, not with you, with you, I want it all and then some."
"Do you mean it?"
He didn't speak. He just nodded his head and returned his mouth to her neck. His hands rested on her hips and then gently snaked their way around her waist, holding her tightly against him. He moved his lips back to hers. The kiss was still gentle, his lip's soft and tender against hers, with the merest hint of his tongue. She returned the gesture and lightly urged her tongue against his. She was still standing with her back against his stomach, making things a little awkward for both of them, so she took the initiative and turned around so that she was facing him.
She raised her hands to his neck, and started to run her fingers through his hair as he kissed her, this time he kissed her with more desire, more urgency, and more feeling. His hands started to roam up and down her sides, desperately trying to find the hem of her jumper, when he eventually found it, he lifted it slowly above her head and discarded it on to the table, doing the same to the top she was wearing beneath her jumper.
"What is it with you and layers Grace, take pity on us men, when we're horny we need access to the flesh we desire, not layers of jumpers." She giggled nervously at his comments, feeling self-conscious as she stood in her bra in front of him, she put her arms in front of her self, shielding her body from his eyes. "Don't Grace."
"Don't what?"
"Don't cover yourself up, you're beautiful, and I want to see, touch and kiss every part of you. You never need to feel like that around me."
She nodded her head at him, and he again lowered his head to her neck. His hands roamed around her back and found the clasp of her bra. He fiddled with it for a couple of minutes before lifting his head and giggling. "I must be getting old Grace. I can't undo your bra."
Grace rested her forehead against his, and twisted her hands behind her back to undo her bra. She shyly lowered her satin bra off her shoulders, and let it fall from her breasts. He gulped as he took in the sight of her beautiful pale and soft looking breasts, his lips moved back to hers as his hand skimmed up her stomach and found the mound of flesh, he was desperate to touch, to feel, and kiss, to suck and gently bite. His mouth moved down from hers, and as he began to slowly suck and lick her breasts, he pushed her back so that she was partially laying on the table.
As his mouth continued to lavish attention on the top half of her body so his hands began to undo her trousers, loosening them and then pulling them gently down, his hands returned to the fabric of her soft satin knickers, touching her through the material, rubbing his fingers over her. He quickly moved his hand inside her delicately feminine underwear, seeking and finding where she wanted and needed his attention, her reaction telling him when he had hit the right spot, she gasped lightly every time he touched her.
She was able to stay alert enough to undo the buttons on his shirt and push it from his shoulders, she could feel the growing prominence in his trousers, that seemed to be getting harder by the minute, harder than she actually thought possible. She ran her hand over the zip on his trousers and felt him jerk forward as she did so.
He leant forward and captured her lips with his own, in a heat filled deep, searing kiss, he moved his hands to enable him to lift her up off the table and back to a standing position. She moved her hands to his belt which she unbuckled. She lowered the zip and undid his trousers. They fell to the floor, the metal from the belt buckle clanging against the table on its way down. He lowered his own shorts to reveal his magnificent erection.
She moved her mouth to his neck and sucked gently on his skin, hard enough for him to feel it, soft enough to leave no trace of a mark. She waited with bated breath to feel him, to touch him and feel that hardness inside of her. He moved his mouth back top hers as he pushed into her, gently at first, giving her a few moments to get used to him before he started to move his hips, rocking them so that he was moving just slightly, building up to a more arduous rhythm, his hands rested on her buttocks holding her against him so that just he was moving. He again smothered her lips with his, before moving his mouth to her neck and up to her ear, sucking gently on her earlobe.
"You're beautiful." He said into her ear, his voice breathless and hushed. Grace didn't reply, at this point she wasn't in a position to be able to form words let alone sentences. She panted against his neck as he stepped up the pace and the power of his actions. She moaned gently with each thrust, "Good?" he asked her.
"Oh god."Was all she could manage as her body started to respond to his touch, to his every thrust, and he revelled in the sight of the usually cool, calm and unflappable Grace Foley losing control. Her senses had taken over what her mind usually controlled, now she was under his spell, at his command. He was setting the pace, and he could push her into oblivion or leave her teetering on the edge of it.
Peter Boyd was a man of an age where time became something he had. He could take his time, hold out, and hold on, he was no longer satisfied with winning the sprint, no, now he wanted to look at the scenery whilst running the marathon, and part of the scenery was watching this beautiful, glorious woman bask in the glory as her body shuddered and trembled on the edge of the ultimate prize, a prize he could award or hold onto, until such time as he wanted her to have it.
"Ah, Peter, please?" She called his name, her voice low and husky, and as she did it sent a shock wave through his body that was like a power surge causing him to increase in both speed and strength, his now hard-and-fast thrusts sending her through the barrier that was holding her back, and she clung to him as her body surged into Nirvana. The sight of her revelling in the glorious feeling was all it took for him to come tumbling into oblivion with her. The feeling of her muscles contracting around him whilst her body clung to him, and the sight of the beautiful glow of her skin was enough to do it for him, and he came hard.
As their bodies began to regain some function, they all but collapsed against each other, both pretty sure they'd never stay upright if it wasn't for the other. All Grace wanted was for him to hold onto her, to stay in his arms, the security and warmth of his body against hers far more important to her than redressing or disentangling themselves. He pulled back from her slightly so he could look at her, to stare into her beautiful eyes, he leant forward and planted a delicate kiss on her nose.
"You okay?"
"I think so, not sure I know yet."
He smiled at her, but it wasn't his usual Boyd boyish grin. It was a warm and gentle smile, a smile that seemed to reach his eyes, a smile that said so much more than any words could have. He lifted his hand to her face and ran his fingers through her hair to brush it away from her eyes.
"Come home with me Grace?"
"What?"
"Come home with me, well after we get dressed obviously."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to let you go."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, for once in my life I am deadly serious." His expression changed from one of sublime happiness to one of seriousness. "I think I love you."
Grace didn't speak for a moment. She just stood gazing into his beautiful dark eyes. They had a look of pure sincerity in them, a look that didn't suggest he was mocking her, a look that said he was speaking from the heart, that he had made love to a woman whom he loved, and didn't want to let out of his sight. Eventually, she didn't use words. She simply lifted her mouth to his and kissed him, her hand resting on the back of his neck whilst her lips pressed firmly against his, as she pulled apart from him, she just nodded her head at him.
"You never did tell me what your deepest darkest secret was?"
"I don't think it matters now."
"Why not, fairs fair Grace, I tell you tell, remember?"
"All I can say is next time we work late, I'll be in the lab not the interview room."

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