Kiss Me Quick

Part 2



I wake up to the sun shining through the window, and Neil, pressing gentle kisses to my face. I roll onto my side thinking how I could get use to this. Since he officially walked out on his wife about a month ago, things have changed between us, become more intense. We’ve been spending more time together, and less time worrying about who might find out about us. It’s like a whole new beginning for us and I think we’re both luxuriating in it.



“Y’know,” Neil says, breaking through my thoughts, “as much as I’d love to stay here like this all day, after yesterday’s little incident, it wouldn’t be a good idea to get in the DCI’s bad-books if you know what I mean.”



I let out a moan of understating, before making the effort to get up and ready for work.



We get ready in silence, knowing that if we don’t, the temptation to become distracted will become a problem. We rush out the door an hour later with an agreed promise to meet up on lunch break to catch-up.



15 minutes later in the ladies locker room and Yvonne pounces on me, barely giving me time to open my locker before bursting in with her first question or piece of gossip. “So, why didn’t you answer your phone last night Andy, I had some exciting gossip to tell you?”



I swallow deeply, before answering, part truthfully, “I never heard the phone ring, I must have fell asleep, what was so exciting you tried to call me in the middle of the night for anyway?”



“Just something somebody said about you being in CID yesterday, when the DCI went up there.”



I suck in a breath at that, trying hard to cover my slight blush; she can’t know can she?



“What do you know about it?” she asks before I can even formulate a sentence.



“I…err…I’ve got no idea what you’re on about,” I say hoping that she believes me.



“Yeah right, I’ve heard from a very reliable source that you were there at the time.”



“Just because I may or may not have been on the scene doesn’t necessarily mean I know anything.”



“Come on; spill it, what happened up there?”



I consider how much I should tell her, if anything at all, knowing that whatever I say will hit the gossip chain as soon as she has a chance to mention it to someone.



“OK,” I say, “I do know something, but I can’t tell you what, at least not now.”



“Why not?”



“Let’s just say, it’s information that is not appropriate to be spread through the grapevine,” I explain being as vague as possible so as not to induce another round of questioning.



“This sounds even more interesting than I first thought.”



“Pity I can’t say anything then,” I say with a humorless laugh to ease the tension, before heading to the briefing room, planning what I can say to her along the way.



Yvonne soon catches up to me and we walk in silence to the morning briefing; that is until I here a whispered comment as someone passes me. “DCI’s on the warpath watch your back,” Neil whispers as he brushes past us heading in the opposite direction.



“Your explaining what that means the minute we get a chance to talk as well,” states Yvonne, clearly confused and seeking answers.



As it turns out, we’ve been paired together in the area car, so I’m not going to get out of this conversation anytime soon, I’ll just have to be careful to not give too much away.



We’re not ten minutes away from the station before Yvonne begins her inquisition.



“So, what’s going on? What do you know and what was that with the DI in the corridor earlier?” she asks.



“Alright, alright, if you’re really so desperate to know…”



She nods her head in affirmation, waiting for me to continue.



“I don’t know what you’ve heard exactly, but when the DCI came in I was talking to the DI in his office,” I state, using formalities; “The DCI got the wrong idea, yelled something about his office, and then stormed out. This morning was just a warning that the DCI is still mad over whatever he thought he heard.”



I deliberately twist a few facts to keep our relationship quiet; she doesn’t need to know all the details just yet. Especially since nobody knows that he’s not still happily married with a wife and son.



“That’s not what I heard,” Yvonne states, clearly not satisfied with my explanation.



“What did you hear then?”



“That the DI was caught in a compromising position in his office by the DCI, and he shouted that loud it could be heard all down the corridor.”



I panic slightly at that, knowing I’ve given her plenty of pieces to put the puzzle together, and work out what’s going on between us. Should I just tell her, or leave her guessing, possibly involving Honey and Kerry, and probably others too?



“Where did you hear that?” I ask genuinely interested now, who else might know about us?



“DS Hunter told me,” she answers without hesitation.



“That is not good,” I mumble aloud, not realizing at first.



“Why not?”



“If he knows, then it’s only a matter of time before everyone else finds out too,” I say without thinking.



“Finds out about what? Wait a minute, there’s more to this story than you’re letting on.”



I sigh loudly before deciding to tell her everything.



“I’ve been seeing him on the quiet,” I explain.



“Who, DS Hunter?”



“No, Neil,”



“THE DI, ARE YOU MAD?” she yells, causing me to jump in shock.



“Don’t tell everyone,” I say, trying to quieten her.



“Bu...How?...Why?...What?”



“I’ve been going out with the DI on the quiet for a while now,” I explain as calmly as possible, “It started as an accident, heat of the moment thing, but things…, I dunno, something changed, and what was meant to be a one off happened again and again. We just, didn’t know how to stop.”



“Oh my God! How long as this … thing, been going on?”



“About five or six months now,” I say dropping my head in embarrassment.



“That long? And you never said anything? How did it start?”



“Yeah, it wasn’t planned or anything, I was helping CID on a case a few months back, and things got pretty… rough; well after one obbo, we were all tired and emotionally drained, he gave me a lift home, because I walked in that morning, and we were talking on the ride. Things got a bit heated, and he kissed me. Nothing happened then, but…, it was as if something had changed, I walked passed him a few days later in the corridor, and I don’t know how to explain it,… we brushed hands as we passed, and it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through me.”



I break at that, to allow me to regroup my thoughts before continuing.



“It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I realized, we both did, that we didn’t see each other the same way anymore, something was different.”



“So what happened? How did you…?”



“It was completely out of the blue, another case a few weeks later, he drove me home again, I still don’t know why though. I offered him a cup of coffee for taking him out of his way, and … to cut a long story short, we got around to talking about the kiss a few weeks before, when, for some unknown reason, he did it again. After that though, we couldn’t just stop at one y’know, before we knew what was happening we was wrapped in a tangle of sheets, completely naked.”



“I get that much, but, why not stop at that and put it down to a one off?”



“We did, well we tried to, unsuccessfully mind you, b…, we just couldn’t seem to keep away for more than a couple of days, a few weeks at most. The next thing we know its a few months later, and here we are, hiding this thing between us, and not knowing what to expect.”



“What about this thing with the DCI yesterday?”



“Like I said, we were discussing a case, and, well I guess we got a little sidetracked, the next thing we know, the DCI is in the doorway wondering what the hell is going on, and we’re standing there looking as guilty as children stealing from the sweet shop.”



“What did he say?”



“The usual crap, do you know what you’re doing and how much of a risk it is an’ everything? I think he was more shocked than anything else. We all were.”



“So what happened next?”



“He gave us a lecture then sent us back to work with a warning to not let him catch us doing anything like it again. Not too bad considering.”



“You was lucky there girl,”



“Don’t I know it, if he’d have come in a few minutes later, or it was someone else, I dread to think what would have happened.”



We think about that for a minute, before I break the silence again and say, “Can you do me a huge favor Yvonne? Can you not tell anyone about any of this, not even Kerry or Honey? I don’t think I can handle that just yet.”



“Don’t panic Andy, your secrets safe with me.”



An hour or so later we return to the station for refs, glad of the quiet morning, Yvonne heads straight to the canteen. “I’ll catch you up in a bit,” I say changing direction, “I’ve just got something I need to do first,” I say, heading straight towards CID.



“Ok, see you later,” Yvonne says with a small laugh, “Don’t get getting yourself into anymore trouble.”



I laugh at that, seeing the funny side, “Don’t panic, I’m not about to make the same mistake twice, not without a locking door anyway,” I add when I’m certain no one else can overhear.



I jog up the steps to CID, taking them two at a time, eager to get to my destination, but stop suddenly at the top when I notice the DCI talking with Neil in the doorway of his office. I quickly change tactics and head towards Phil’s desk instead.



“Can I have a word?” I ask him.



“Sure what’s up?”



“I just wanted you to know that thanks to your big mouth, I’ve had my work cut out trying to stop several rumors starting, most of which are probably not true anyway;”



“What makes you think I’m behind it?”



“Somebody said so,” I explain before walking towards Neil now the DCI’s disappeared.



We share a brief work related conversation, for the benefit of prying ears, before he makes some excuse for getting something to eat, and heading out of the building, with me close on his heels.



As soon as we are clear of the station I say, “Yvonne knows!”



“Us?” he asks, checking my meaning.



“Yeah.”



“How?”



“She tricked me into telling her, I covered up some of the details, but…”



“Don’t worry about it too much, as long as she doesn’t say anything, I don’t think we’ll have a problem.”



“I made her swear to keep it quiet, but…”



Neil cuts me off mid-sentence by pressing his lips to mine, in a deep, passionate kiss. When we break apart for air, I notice that we are stopped in a parking lot near one of our favorite hideouts, an old apartment, belonging to one of Neil’s cousin’s who moved to Spain a year ago, but wanted Neil to keep the apartment safe for him for when he returns.



We don’t need to talk to know what we’re doing next. Without a word we get out of the car and head straight into the apartment. We barely manage to close the door after us, before Neil turns round and pushes me against it, engaging me in yet another sensuous, passionate kiss. Our hands fumbling to remove each others clothes, we make our way to the bedroom, knocking several things over in our haste. We finally find the doorway, and settle down on the edge of the bed, making out like horny teenagers. Few words are exchanged as we remove our remaining articles of clothes and fall into bed together; making the most of the short time we’re allowed for dinner break, the thought of food forgotten, replaced by the taste and feel of each other.



Afterwards, we lie curled together whilst we regain our normal breathing pattern. Maybe later we’ll have time to talk, but for now, we’ve got to rush back to work before anyone notices our absence.







To be continued…



Authors Notes: Well considering this was supposed to be a one chapter story, I think I got a little carried away here. I’m thinking there’ll be one, possibly two more chapters to come to tie this off, but all future chapters will not be above PG-13 rating (I think.)



Excuse any mistakes, this chapter hasn't been checked, betaed or anything. I just typed it and posted it, so it's probably crap.