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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,283
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Passions and Problems
Part 3. Passions and Problems
Beth strolled into the office and was quite pleased to find she was only 6 minutes late. She slung her wool suit jacket on the back of her chair, and scanned the room. Kerry, Rod and Duncan wdeepdeeply engrossed in conversation. John was at his desk but didn’t even bother looking up at her when she walked in. She grabbed her handbag and went to the canteen to get a dried-out croissant-type thing and a cup of brown liquid that passes as coffee.
On her way back she passed the interview rooms. As she passed Interview 1, the door opened and someone grabbed her arm, pulling her in. She squealed as coffee dripped down her arm.
“Oh sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do… Sorry, Beth.”
“John?!? What’s your problem? Do you mind?”
John got out his handkerchief and wiped the coffee from her arm and hand.
“I came to see you last night. You didn’t show up. I left you a note, did you get it?” John asked.
“No I didn’t. I’m sorry John.”
“You spent the night with him, didn’t you. I can’t believe this! He’s got some nerve, he does.”
John was leaning against the wall of the interview room with his head down and his arms outstretched.
“John… I’m sorry John. What do you want me to do? Lie?”
John put his head up. “I know what I’d like to do – I’d like to kick his fucking head in!”
John looked at her. He strode over to her and grabbed her by her elbows, pulling her towards him.
“Do you love him, Beth? Do you love him?”
“I don’t know, John.”
“What does he have that I don’t? Hunh? What does he have? I should be doing his job! Is it his rank? What is it?”
Beth was getting a bit scared because John was slightly shaking her. Anger flashed hot in his eyes and she knew he could be a loose cannon when riled.
John pd hed her towards him and kissed her on her lips full and hard.
“I love you Beth, I love you and I want you and I don’t want anyone else. Damn it, I’ll make you love me!”
Beth broke his embrace and walked to the other side of the room. She looked at him.
“I love you John. I really truly do. But I’m not sure if you’re the one I want for the rest of my life.”
“And he is? Let me tell you something Beth. Your beloved Chris Deakin has had his share of women. He was even dropped rank for a while because of it.”
“I know that, John.”
“And what’s more, him and Don Beech are known to ..share.. girls from time to time. I bet you didn’t know that, did you?”
Beth was almost repulsed by that. “I don’t believe that. I really don’t believe it!”
“It’s true Beth.”
“And how do you know this, John? Do you join in?”
“No, for your information I don’t but I have been asked to!”
“Well there’s a relief. God forbid you would think with your dick instead of your head for a few minutes and do something like that.” Beth said, sarcastically.
“And just what that supposed to mean?” John asked her.
“It means that maybe if you were more interested in me instead of work, poker, and everything else, just maybe I wouldn’t feel neglected to the point that I would want to look elsewhere,” Beth challenged John.
John looked at her for a long minute. Beth sipped her coffee and returned his glance. She was so stubborn and proud. She was every bit as stubborn as he was, and while that was fine when they were working on a case together, it made them both very well matched to take each other on to a stalemate.
“Alright, Beth. You want me to be more passionate? You want me to think of you more?” John turned around and locked the interview room, turning on the red light.
“I’ll take you right here, right now. I don’t’ care if Brownlow himself knocks on the door.”
“John.. I didn’t mean tha..”
John grabbed her and pulled her towards him roughly, silencing her. He felt her resist slightly but then yield to him.
“I love you Beth. I love you and I’ll prove to you that I love you.”
She felt his hands grab at her, roam over her body. He kissed her over and over again. John longed for her and had done so ever since he caught Chris and Beth in the act. John wasn’t sure why seeing her in Chris Deakin’s arms made him want her more than usual. He undid his trousers quickly, being already hard for her. He pinned her hands against the wall and kissed her. He slid her skirt up and hoisted her legs up around him. She squeezed her legs around him and felt him slide her panties to one side to enter her.
She almost screamed when he entered her. He thrust into her, her back against the wall.
“Do you like this Beth? Is this what you want from me?” John asked her, kissing her roughly.
Beth wasn’t sure what to answer so she closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly while he took her, in fast pistoning motions. It was intense, and she didn’t expect him to have this in him. He came quickly in her, and dropped her back down. Her legs ached. She spun around and collapsed back in a chair.
John dropped the tough-guy demeanour. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Beth.” He knelt beside her, his trousers still around his ankles.
“No.. John…” She placed her arm around him.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes… it was hot.”
John smiled slightly and kissed her. “Is that the kind of thing you want from me?”
“No, John… I don’t know what I want at the moment. I want you. I want Chris. I don’t know!” Beth sighed. “All I do know is that if we don’t get out of here right now, someone will get suspicious!”
John dressed himself and slipped out of the interview room. He waited until the coast was clear and rapped on the door. Beth slid out behind him and went to the ladies’ room.
* * *
As John entered the CID office, he cast a glare towards Deakin’s office. The DI was on the phone. John didn’t notice the envelope on Beth’s desk, with the single red rose under it.
Beth returned from the loo and sat down at her desk. Her eyes fell to the envelope. It was Chris’s handwriting. She glanced around and saw that John wasn’t looking. She opened it. The note inside read:
Beth My Dear,
I would love nothing more if you would join me tonight for dinner. I will pick you up at your flat at 7:30. And, there is a present for you in Interview Room 3. Wear it.
All my Love,
Chris
Beth smiled to herself and slid the note and the rose into her desk drawer. She casually got up and left the office. She ducked into the interview room and closed the door behind her. There was a long box from Harvey Nichols. Inside the box was the most beautiful black sheath dress, cutting in a deep V in both the front and the back. There were also beautiful gold and sapphire earrings and a necklace to match. Beth gasped at the elegant dressings. Just then, the door opened. Chris slipped in the room and smiled at her.
“I see you found them. Do you like it?”
“My God, Chris, it’s beautiful! I love it! Surely it must have cost you a fortune!” Not Not at all sweetheart. Nothing is too good for you. So are you on for tonight?”
“Yes, of course I am! Can you get John out of the way?”
“I’ll see what I can dig up to throw in his direction. I think pairing him off with Geoff Daly on a case should keep him sufficiently tied up.”
Beth almost shrieked with laughter. “They hate each other! John will be fuming!”
“The alternative is that I put you and I up on a case together, which I think would not go down too well!”
“Rightoh. So I’ll see you at 7:30 then.”
Chris couldn’t resist giving her a long, lingering kiss before slipping out of the room. He rapped on the door when the coast was clear, and she slipped out, carrying her new dress and jewellery. She went to her car and put it in the boot. Then quickly she ran back in and returned to her desk. John was none the wiser.
* * *
Around 4:30 PM, Chris walked out of his office and approached John.
“Right, I’ve just had a call from St. Hugh’s. Tommy Preston’s been brought in completely mangled. I sense a turf war is coming on. I want you and Geoff on the case.”
John almost saw red. “Sir, with all due respect, may I take Beth instead of Geoff. She’s not doing anything.”
Chris said, “DS O’Shea is very busy sorting out the paperwork that you refuse to go along with her on. I want you with Geoff down there. Now, John.”
John mumbled “fucking bastard” under his breath just loud enough for Chris to hear. Chris ignored him. John got his leather jacket from the coat rack and took off.
Chris went back into his office. Beth grinned inwardly to herself.
Beth strolled into the office and was quite pleased to find she was only 6 minutes late. She slung her wool suit jacket on the back of her chair, and scanned the room. Kerry, Rod and Duncan wdeepdeeply engrossed in conversation. John was at his desk but didn’t even bother looking up at her when she walked in. She grabbed her handbag and went to the canteen to get a dried-out croissant-type thing and a cup of brown liquid that passes as coffee.
On her way back she passed the interview rooms. As she passed Interview 1, the door opened and someone grabbed her arm, pulling her in. She squealed as coffee dripped down her arm.
“Oh sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do… Sorry, Beth.”
“John?!? What’s your problem? Do you mind?”
John got out his handkerchief and wiped the coffee from her arm and hand.
“I came to see you last night. You didn’t show up. I left you a note, did you get it?” John asked.
“No I didn’t. I’m sorry John.”
“You spent the night with him, didn’t you. I can’t believe this! He’s got some nerve, he does.”
John was leaning against the wall of the interview room with his head down and his arms outstretched.
“John… I’m sorry John. What do you want me to do? Lie?”
John put his head up. “I know what I’d like to do – I’d like to kick his fucking head in!”
John looked at her. He strode over to her and grabbed her by her elbows, pulling her towards him.
“Do you love him, Beth? Do you love him?”
“I don’t know, John.”
“What does he have that I don’t? Hunh? What does he have? I should be doing his job! Is it his rank? What is it?”
Beth was getting a bit scared because John was slightly shaking her. Anger flashed hot in his eyes and she knew he could be a loose cannon when riled.
John pd hed her towards him and kissed her on her lips full and hard.
“I love you Beth, I love you and I want you and I don’t want anyone else. Damn it, I’ll make you love me!”
Beth broke his embrace and walked to the other side of the room. She looked at him.
“I love you John. I really truly do. But I’m not sure if you’re the one I want for the rest of my life.”
“And he is? Let me tell you something Beth. Your beloved Chris Deakin has had his share of women. He was even dropped rank for a while because of it.”
“I know that, John.”
“And what’s more, him and Don Beech are known to ..share.. girls from time to time. I bet you didn’t know that, did you?”
Beth was almost repulsed by that. “I don’t believe that. I really don’t believe it!”
“It’s true Beth.”
“And how do you know this, John? Do you join in?”
“No, for your information I don’t but I have been asked to!”
“Well there’s a relief. God forbid you would think with your dick instead of your head for a few minutes and do something like that.” Beth said, sarcastically.
“And just what that supposed to mean?” John asked her.
“It means that maybe if you were more interested in me instead of work, poker, and everything else, just maybe I wouldn’t feel neglected to the point that I would want to look elsewhere,” Beth challenged John.
John looked at her for a long minute. Beth sipped her coffee and returned his glance. She was so stubborn and proud. She was every bit as stubborn as he was, and while that was fine when they were working on a case together, it made them both very well matched to take each other on to a stalemate.
“Alright, Beth. You want me to be more passionate? You want me to think of you more?” John turned around and locked the interview room, turning on the red light.
“I’ll take you right here, right now. I don’t’ care if Brownlow himself knocks on the door.”
“John.. I didn’t mean tha..”
John grabbed her and pulled her towards him roughly, silencing her. He felt her resist slightly but then yield to him.
“I love you Beth. I love you and I’ll prove to you that I love you.”
She felt his hands grab at her, roam over her body. He kissed her over and over again. John longed for her and had done so ever since he caught Chris and Beth in the act. John wasn’t sure why seeing her in Chris Deakin’s arms made him want her more than usual. He undid his trousers quickly, being already hard for her. He pinned her hands against the wall and kissed her. He slid her skirt up and hoisted her legs up around him. She squeezed her legs around him and felt him slide her panties to one side to enter her.
She almost screamed when he entered her. He thrust into her, her back against the wall.
“Do you like this Beth? Is this what you want from me?” John asked her, kissing her roughly.
Beth wasn’t sure what to answer so she closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly while he took her, in fast pistoning motions. It was intense, and she didn’t expect him to have this in him. He came quickly in her, and dropped her back down. Her legs ached. She spun around and collapsed back in a chair.
John dropped the tough-guy demeanour. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Beth.” He knelt beside her, his trousers still around his ankles.
“No.. John…” She placed her arm around him.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes… it was hot.”
John smiled slightly and kissed her. “Is that the kind of thing you want from me?”
“No, John… I don’t know what I want at the moment. I want you. I want Chris. I don’t know!” Beth sighed. “All I do know is that if we don’t get out of here right now, someone will get suspicious!”
John dressed himself and slipped out of the interview room. He waited until the coast was clear and rapped on the door. Beth slid out behind him and went to the ladies’ room.
* * *
As John entered the CID office, he cast a glare towards Deakin’s office. The DI was on the phone. John didn’t notice the envelope on Beth’s desk, with the single red rose under it.
Beth returned from the loo and sat down at her desk. Her eyes fell to the envelope. It was Chris’s handwriting. She glanced around and saw that John wasn’t looking. She opened it. The note inside read:
Beth My Dear,
I would love nothing more if you would join me tonight for dinner. I will pick you up at your flat at 7:30. And, there is a present for you in Interview Room 3. Wear it.
All my Love,
Chris
Beth smiled to herself and slid the note and the rose into her desk drawer. She casually got up and left the office. She ducked into the interview room and closed the door behind her. There was a long box from Harvey Nichols. Inside the box was the most beautiful black sheath dress, cutting in a deep V in both the front and the back. There were also beautiful gold and sapphire earrings and a necklace to match. Beth gasped at the elegant dressings. Just then, the door opened. Chris slipped in the room and smiled at her.
“I see you found them. Do you like it?”
“My God, Chris, it’s beautiful! I love it! Surely it must have cost you a fortune!” Not Not at all sweetheart. Nothing is too good for you. So are you on for tonight?”
“Yes, of course I am! Can you get John out of the way?”
“I’ll see what I can dig up to throw in his direction. I think pairing him off with Geoff Daly on a case should keep him sufficiently tied up.”
Beth almost shrieked with laughter. “They hate each other! John will be fuming!”
“The alternative is that I put you and I up on a case together, which I think would not go down too well!”
“Rightoh. So I’ll see you at 7:30 then.”
Chris couldn’t resist giving her a long, lingering kiss before slipping out of the room. He rapped on the door when the coast was clear, and she slipped out, carrying her new dress and jewellery. She went to her car and put it in the boot. Then quickly she ran back in and returned to her desk. John was none the wiser.
* * *
Around 4:30 PM, Chris walked out of his office and approached John.
“Right, I’ve just had a call from St. Hugh’s. Tommy Preston’s been brought in completely mangled. I sense a turf war is coming on. I want you and Geoff on the case.”
John almost saw red. “Sir, with all due respect, may I take Beth instead of Geoff. She’s not doing anything.”
Chris said, “DS O’Shea is very busy sorting out the paperwork that you refuse to go along with her on. I want you with Geoff down there. Now, John.”
John mumbled “fucking bastard” under his breath just loud enough for Chris to hear. Chris ignored him. John got his leather jacket from the coat rack and took off.
Chris went back into his office. Beth grinned inwardly to herself.