Second Scene I've Been Working On

This is a second scene for the short stories/novel I'm working on. It gets a bit steamy, so if it offends, let me know.

It was Tuesday, two days before Operation Narcissus went full scale, and Alan was feeling it. He wasn't even in the office but still felt the tension that masses before such a big op. He'd been reinstated after he was cleared of murdering his partner Tom who had been helping him to track Kwan in the first place. Alan missed Tom so much it hurt to be out in the field with a new partner already. Tommy would haunt him for this.

He'd been in a bar, down in the city, when a fight broke out. He decided to do nothing as it was two women, wait for back-up to solve it. But no. No quiet night out for Alan. Suddenly, he heard his name and looked more carefully and realised he was staring at Jo. She was in a fight? No, not Jo.

Jo was screaming for Alan by the time he realised it was her. She had hold of Kwan's aide, Rebecca, from the times before the crimes. She had survived only because she promised Kwan she would not talk. So, Kwan cut off her left hand at the last knuckle where her engagement ring once sat, to remind her silence is golden. Jo was really going for it, punching, scratching and yelling at her opponent who looked like she'd been dragged into this against her will. Well, he figured she had but usually they put up more fight than this don't they? Women. He was never going to understand them. And now was not a time to try. He went over and grabbed Jo, pulling her away so that Rebecca could escape. Alan didn't need to ask why, he'd agreed this plan with Jo earlier but had never seen her perform so well.

“So, remind me, why aren't you an actress?”
“Not my scene.” she said, laughing and fixing her hair, hoping that it wasn't ruined. “Thanks for that. Saved my arse. You should do it again sometime.” She smiled at him and he realised where this was going.

“What about Jimmy? Aren't you and he... exclusive?” He hoped he hadn't offended her but he was never going to be sure.

“Yes.” She said finally, where to start? “We were. But…the drinking is really ruining it for me. He,” she paused, considering where this was going. “He.. well he's been seeing his ex-wife and we- no, I- decided we needed a break. A long one. He called me earlier and ended it. He told me not to go through with tonight's op. But I did anyway.” Silence followed as they got into a taxi, headed for her place. Alan was unsure if he should go through with this but the ball was in her court, he only agreed to coffee. God, he hoped she was naïve!

Jo's place was somewhere he'd never been. It felt wrong knowing that James, their boss, had been here. And been in that bed. Weird but manageable. If that was her plan, he'd unleash the moves and do it right. He'd practiced enough. He was remembering his last encounter when she came in in her... what was the word for it? Negligée. That was the word. What a glorious word. She came over to him and noticed that the eyes were glazed and the cogs were no longer turning. “You like it then? It's new.” That was all she had to say. He leaned in and took her by surprise. Long and hard kisses were a perfected art for Alan, one he'd always gotten right. She was taken in and couldn't bear to end it. He [picked] her up and carried her off to the bedroom where not long later, fireworks would erupt and love would be made.

As he laid Jo onto the bed, she looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but want and need. Sure he saw the same in hers, she flipped him onto his back and began taking off his tie. Eyeing it with some thought, she asked him why he was here, with her.

“Because we want the same thing.”

“Hmm, we'll save this for later then...” With that, she threw the tie to one side before delving in for another long, kiss.

It was around eight am when Alan woke up. He had no idea where he was for a while but he remembered and another thought struck him: where did Jo go? Just as he thought it, she appeared with coffee, toast and asked if he wanted more. He was so stunned that she hadn't flung him out, he couldn't speak. She set down the breakfast stuff, glad she'd finished in the kitchen because wondering whether the gas was still on would bug her so much... But anyway, Alan was awake but sleepy and needed a jolt to bring him round. She leaned in and kissed him lightly, judging his reactions carefully, step-by-step. He responded on kind, before grabbing her and pulling her into another tangle. She shed the dressing gown, revealing nothing but skin, hot, wanting skin. She let him enter her, surprised he was as gentle as he had been last night, she was impressed. He flipped her over so she was beneath him, and he kissed her again, in that light, teasing, haunting way he had. It was heaven, to be treated as the fairer sex, the one who deserved sex to be good and fun for both. Jimmy was selfish in and out of bed, but those thoughts were wrong right now. Alan was busy using her body to tease them both. He was good, so good she couldn't stop the cry from erupting out of her as he plunged deeper, scratching that itch that had been building all night as they'd stared at each other across that bar, wondering if they should, or would. Oh, yes. They should have. And they had. And they were! Alan was whispering to her, snapping her out of her trance. “Jo? This okay for you?” He hoped he'd phrased it right. He didn't want to sound patronising, after all the connection was so good right now. She started to whisper something to him and he nearly peaked there and then, her suggestion was so unlike her. The 'her' he knew form work, anyway. He did as she suggested and there, together, they became one, revelling in the memories that last hour had made.

*Sorry for any spelling errors, or any grammar errors, please let me know and I'll correct them later. Thanks!*

Suzi

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