Temptation

Temptation
By: ladydeakin
For the Save Gilmore Movement


DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator.

Craig Gilmore sighed as he rolled over in bed. He knew that any second the alarm was going to sound, permeating through the haze of headache and red wine that was fogging up his head. It was the start of another day. He cracked one of his eyes open and studied the clock. 5:59 AM. Craig did the mental countdown in his head, ‘5, 4, 3, 2, 1…’ but there was silence. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling sleep semi-descending back upon him. Then the buzzer went, shattering the silence and putting an end to his half-awake coherency.

Craig hit out, silencing the screeching alarm, and sat up. He stumbled out of bed towards the shower. His half-headache was developing into a full blown throb. Looking at himself in the mirror he saw it, on his cheek. A lipstick mark. He brushed his fingertips over it, softly, unsure if he wanted to rub it off, or leave it there for a while longer. As if out of nowhere, he smelled her perfume again, felt lipslips there, and he knew that he was facing the biggest crisis in his life.

Stepping into the shower, the steam rising around him, he felt the fog in his head start to lift. Snippets of conversation came back to him from the night before. She told him that he was handsome. She also said that she understood, but if he ever wanted to try it, she would be honoured to be his first. Craig couldn’t believe he was contemplating this. He was gay, for Christ’s sake, and happily gay! But she was different. She was like no woman he had ever met before.

‘My first…’ he thought to himse Cra Craig turned the idea over in his head. It would be his first time with a woman. Since he was 13 years old, he knew he was gay. He never had a girlfriend, never experimented with straight sex, and never wanted to. Until now. Something about her was intoxicating him, making him lose his senses, making him think the unthinkable.

Craig got dressed and went downstairs. He had a glass of orange juice, and then glanced at the clock. 6:45 AM. He was behind schedule and if he didn’t hurry he would be late for the start of shift at 7:00. But then, something pulled him back. She would be there. Looking at him, listening to him speak at the briefing, wanting him. Dare he admit it, he wanted her?

He drove to Sun Hill slowly, and was just in time. The briefing was late that morning, as Craig took his time changing in the locker room. He opened the door and he ran straight into her.

“Hello Sarge,” she said, shyly.

“Hello” he squeaked out, “Um…”

She glanced up at him and he felt his heart start to beat faster. “Yes sarge?”

“Can I see you… in my office… after the briefing?” Craig managed to ask.

“Sure.” She winked at him and walked away. Craig leaned backwards against the wall. She was a foul temptress sent to destroy everything he held true about himself! He took a deep breath. How was he supposed to cope with this?

After receiving a glare from Inspector Gold for coming in late, Sergeant Boyden commenced the briefing. Craig sat off to the side, not talking. He scanned the room. Her eyes never left his face. Craig knew that she wasn’t listening, and he wasn’t either. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He heard Tony Stamp crack a joke but didn’t bother listening to hear what it was. The briefing ended, and Craig went back to his office, his palms sweating, unsure of what he was going to say.

She walked in the office, and grinned at him. “You wanted to see me, Sarge?”

“Yes…” Craig began, “I’ve been thinking about your offer.”

“And…?”

“Yes.” Craig whispered. “I want you to be my first.” He could scarcely believe what he was saying, it was like he wasn’t even present there – it felt surreal, out of body, out of mind, but somehow so right.

She walked over to him and touched his cheek like she did last night. Craig’s hand flew up and took hers. He kissed her fingertips and gazed in her eyes, frightened of these feelings yet not willing to give them up. He never felt so much emotion, so strong, in all of his life. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes and smiled warmly.

“When?” she asked.

“To.. to…tonight.” Craig stuttered.

“I’ll be over at your house tonight at 8:00.” She smiled. He kissed her fingertips again and had to fight his desire to run his tongue over them, suck them in his mouth, and then work his way up her arm to her beautiful mouth.

The shift went by without incident, but it was mind-numbingly dull. Craig’s stomach felt like it was made of helium. He felt nervous, nauseous, and almost drunk with desire and other emotions that he couldn’t identify. At 5:00 he tore out of Sun Hill almost on the nose, as soon as the debriefing was finished. She had a suspect in interview so he didn’t see her before he left.

He tried to think about what she might find romantic. Usually he was quite good at this sort of thing, romantic evenings and the like, but he found himself up a certain river without a paddle in this situation. He stopped off at the grocery store and figured, maybe some flowers. He bought her a large bouquet of flowers with a cheery yellow sunflower in the middle. He thought of food as well. Fresh pasta, can’t go wrong with pasta, sauce, a nice wine and some bread. His hands were shaking as he counted out the money to pay. At this rate, by 8:00 he would be a complete wreck. What was wrong with him? He was never like this over anyone!

When he got back to his flat he quickly went inside and put the flowers in some water. He decided to take another shower. Quickly he washed himself and changed his clothes. Craig couldn’t decide on what to wear but finally settled on a beige shirt and olive trousers. He uncorked the wine to let it breathe and started the water boiling for the pasta. It was 7:30. She would be there soon. He thought of music and decided to stick on some Frank Sinatra. Craig couldn’t sit still. He was a bundle of nerves. As he was going to heat the sauce he heard the doorbell go. She was there.

He had to stop himself from getting dry heaves, he was so nervous. His feet didn’t touch the ground as he went to the answer phone to let her in. Opening the door, he smelled her perfume, saw her face, and was taken aback. She looked beautiful. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a black dress that emphasized her voluptuous figure and full breasts.

“Hi.”

Craig could swear that she could hear his heartbeat. She walked into his flat and glanced around. Tastefully decorated, modern looking, but unpretentious. She walked into his lounge and saw the flowers on the table and the place settings.

“You made dinner! How sweet.”

Craig walked over to her, his stomach doing flip-flops, “I wanted this to be romantic.”

She noticed his hand shake as he shyly touched her arm, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Craig said.

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“Yes there is… I’ve never,” Craig paused, trying to think of the words, “I’ve never in my life… felt… this way about a…a,”

“Girl?” she interjected.

“Yes, a girl. I’m a gay man. I know what I am. Only I don’t anymore. Not when I look at you.”

“What do you want, Craig?” she said, running her fingers lightly up his arm.

“I don’t know. You. When I look at you I want you. But you’re a girl.”

“Here’s an idea. How about if you just enjoy what comes tonight, and leave the figuring it all out for another day?”

Craig swallowed hard and nodded. He looked into her moss green eyes and felt himself losing control of his powers of reason. She started out gently, by touching his arm. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingertips softly. Smiling shyly at her, he motioned towards the table.

“Would you like to eat first?” he asked.

“Alright,” she said. She sat down and he went into the kitchen, and brought out the pasta that he had prepared. She smiled at him as he set the plate down in front of her.

“Tell me, Craig, what are you afraid of?” she asked, sipping her wine.

He looked at her, unsure of how to answer the question, unsure of if he would ever know the answer. “I’m afraid… that if I’m with you, it means I’ve been living a lie all of my life. No woman has ever done to me what you do. Does this mean I’m straight?”

“Do you fancy other men?” she asked.

“Well, yes, I still fancy the same men. I still have the same desires I had before, but I’ve got a new one now.”

“Then you’re not straight. Perhaps it’s a one off, flook, once in a lifetime moment for you. Or maybe you’re having some bisexual tendencies.”

“I’m not bi. I know I’m not bi. If it happens again in my life, maybe, but I’m 32 years old and have never experienced any desire towards a woman,” Craig paused, “Until I met you.”

“Listen, maybe it’s just a one off. The fact that you feel this way about me, and that you want to take it further means that you’re human. We can’t help who we’re attracted to, and human impulses don’t really discriminate between sexes, as far as we want who we want. It just so happens that you want men.”

“If we do this,” Craig said, pausing, “And don’t get me wrong, I want to do this,” he hurried to add, “I think it would be best if we both went into it knowing that it would only be a one off.”

“Of course. Unless you ever wanted me again, I can respect that.”

“And also, no one at the station must ever know.”

“That’s fine with me as well.”

They finished their meals. Craig cleared the table, and she got up, taking her wine glass into the lounge. She sat down on his sofa, and waited for him. Smiling as he entered the room, he sat next to her, nervous like a schoolboy, unsure how to proceed.

“Craig… are you sure this is what you really want?” she asked.

He looked at her and felt his heart start to pound deep in his chest. She took his hand in hers and smiled at him, a kind, understanding, gesture.

Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her towards him, he embraced her, and kissed her soft lips gently, like he had been aching to do for so long. He felt her returning his kiss, her mouth opening slightly, the tip of her tongue brushing against his lips. Opening his mouth to receive her, she felt silky, warm and sweet tasting. Her kiss was gentle and erotic at the same time. His last boyfriend had been very aggressive, and while Craig didn’t mind an aggressive lover, he found himself enjoying her softness, and being the more forward partner.

He slid his hand up her back and supported her, as he leaned into her, kissing her deeply, visiting her mouth with his tongue. She ran her hand through his hair, and held him, as they kissed. Craig caught a snippet of the Sinatra song that was playing, “I’ve Got a Crush On You.” How apt, he thought to himself.

He ran his hand up her leg, feeling how different a smooth, tapered female leg was to him. His fingers came to rest at the hem of her dress, high up on her thigh. She pulled away and looked at him.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?” she asked.

Craig nodded, and stood, holding out his hand to her, helping her up. He led her to his bedroom, his insides churning and shaking. She could see that he was out of his league, and wanted to help him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and she sat next to him. Looking in his eyes, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his defined chest, with a thin layer of light brown hair covering it. She smiled and ran her fingers up from his waistband, through his chest hair and then slipped his shirt off. He was a very handsome man, when it came down to it, and she felt lucky that he would feel attracted enough to want to be with her.

He reached for her with a shaky hand, wanting to touch her, to know what she felt like. She allowed him to unzip her dress and she stepped out of it. She had chosen a simple lacy bra and matching panties, nothing too intimidating. He placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them, and looked in her eyes for reassurance. She smiled and kissed him. He felt the fullness of her breasts in his hands, and squeezed them gently. He reminded her of a virgin, which, in a way he was. Reaching around behind her, she undid her bra and removed it for him. He looked at her naked breasts, and then looked up in her face. He took them back in his hands, feeling their weight, and softness. He let his thumbs brush against her nipples and was rewarded by the nub nubs growing hard for him.

“How do they feel to you?” she asked.

“Heavy. Very soft. Nice,” he said. He pinched her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to squeal.

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, quickly withdrawing. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no no!” she said. “It’s fine! They’re the same as what you’re used to, there’s just more of them. Honestly. It felt good, what you were doing.”

She kissed Craig again, gently, and felt him respond to her. She ran her hands over his body, and rubbed herself against him, letting him feel her hard nipples against his chest. From what she could tell, he was reacting as expected to her. Undoing his trousers, she slid them down and she saw how aroused he was. Deciding to be bold, she rubbed him through his boxers and felt him grow even more. She removed his boxers and touched his erection with her fingertips, softly stroking him. She looked up at him, and saw him staring at her, mouth half open. She didn’t know what he wanted, or was trying to say, but she ran her tongue from the base of his balls up to the sensitive tip of his penis. She felt his body tense up, and took him in her mouth, sucking him. He couldn’t help himself, he put his hand on her head and closed his eyes, feeling the exquisite sensations of her mouth, tongue and teeth around his member. It felt divine, and so different to what he was used to. It was bizarre to look down and see her there, pleasuring him like that. He felt an imminent orgasm if she continued and he gently moved himself out of her mouth.

His nervousness was now gone, replaced by lust and desire. Craig was able to tell her exactly what he wanted. “I want to be inside of you. I want to feel what it’s like to be in you.”

“How would you like it? I suppose, from behind would be most what you’re used to.”

“No. I want to be on top of you.” Craig helped her up, and kissed her deeply on her lips, letting his hands roam over her soft, curvy body. She slid her panties off and laid back on the bed, and he climbed towards her, on top of her. She spread her legs, rubbing them against him. He looked in her eyes and she kissed him again. She reached in between their bodies and positioned him at her entrance. He pushed himself into her and was overwhelmed. It was so wet, moist and silky inside of her. He never, in all his life, felt anything like it before. It was so strange, and so good. He began to take her, slowly at first, while looking at her. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to go deeper within her. Unable to help himself, he felt dangerously close, and when she touched her lips to his, squeezing his butt as he took her, he felt his orgasm burst forth from him, into her. She squeezed him inside of her, feeling him come, and held him until it passed.

“How was it?” she whispered, after he regained his composure.

Craig thought for a moment, trying to pick his words, “Very soft. Very nice.”

“So you enjoyed it?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve not changed teams, have you?” she teased him.

“No.” he smiled and kissed her. “I don’t think so, but it was lovely, none the less. Thank you.”

“You know, we have the rest of the evening,” she said. “There’s still a lot I could show you, if you wanted.”

Craig looked at her. He still felt the same about her as before, the attraction was genuine, and not just based on the unknown. Even though there was no future in it for them, he didn’t want her to go just yet.

Kissing her softly, he said, “I’d like that, very much. You know, I’m glad I gave into the temptation.”

She looked at her handsome lover, and smiled. “So am I.”


The End.