Complications Minor Chapter 1 (of 20)
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Title: Complications Minor
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Belle De Jour
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: Peter Carlisle has needs. Belle De Jour is in the business of fulfilling those needs. It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Belle meets Peter.
AN: I want to thank
swankkat and
kalleah for their beta work and putting up with my freak-outs and insecurities. And that this chapter was written a long time before that picture of David came out (I'm still convinced one of those two sent him this chapter). And long before any details of SDoaCG Series 2 was leaked (in fact the whole story was written before the first episode aired). If you're curious as to what I dressed Belle in, click here.

“Yes, he’s new. I don’t know much about him. He booked online. All I know is that his name is Peter and he is 11 minutes late."
“I still say it’s a bad idea to do it this way Han."
Belle rolled her eyes. “Benjamin, Benjamin, I have to get new clients somehow. Only a handful of my regulars came with me." Her buzzer sounded. “Oh, that’s likely him. Do you just want to stay on the line?"
“You gonna let me listen? Kinky."
“Shut up." She set down the phone and pressed the intercom. “Hello?"
The man looked up with slight desperation. “Please tell me you’re Belle. We have an appointment that I’m inexcusably late for."
“Yep. Come on up." She buzzed him in and did her final hair and makeup check. She finished up just as the knock landed on the door. She wasn’t sure what to expect but somehow what waited on the other side wasn’t it. He looked to be somewhere in his 30s, good-looking (though that hardly qualified him to not pay for company), rumpled or scruffy more like and he was keenly aware of his surroundings. “Peter? Come in."
“I must apologise for my tardiness. There was a thing at work and then I found the wrong building. I promise I’m not usually this inept at life."
She laughed, fully appreciating his Scottish accent. “It’s no problem. Can I take your coat and we’ll get the business out of the way?"
“Yes. Of course." Peter handed her his trench coat and pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket.
“If you’d like, head that way and get settled. Can I get you a drink?"
“Whisky would be lovely," he called over his shoulder. If this was his first time with a working girl, it certainly didn’t show. She picked her mobile back up and set about putting away the money and making the drink. “Ben? Yeah, no problem."
“What’s he like then?
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll call you after." Belle walked into the sitting room, drink in hand. Peter looked quite at home sitting on the sofa and smiled when she handed over the liquor.
“I really do apologise. I’m usually quite prompt and put together. Have to be in my job."
“Really, what’s that then?" She sat across from him, studying. His hair was messy but not in the trendy, trying to be cool way. His stubble indicated he was the sort man that had a five o’clock shadow by noon. His clothes indicated a mid-paying job. He had some of the most beautiful hands she’d ever seen: long, thin but still masculine. No indentation or tan mark from a removed wedding ring. He had walked in with a cocky swagger of a man that liked knowing everything going on around him but would give up control if needed. She’d have to wait and see if her assessment was true.
“I’m a detective inspector for the Homicide and Serious Crime Command at Scotland Yard."
She raised her eyebrows at that. She didn’t get many policemen. For one, they usually couldn’t afford her; and two, they worried about their jobs and/or marriage. She gathered together the usual bundle. “Well, we could chat some more but before that, let’s get you into the shower. Every thing you need is here or in there." She pointed the way.
“All right then. Won’t be long."
Belle looked herself over and debated changing or not. Under her dress, she had on classic bra and panties: black with pink lace and polka dots and matching suspenders. She figured it was a safe bet to leave that on. He didn’t seem the type to be choosy about such things and she most likely wouldn’t have it on for long, so she hoped for the best.
As she exited her closet from hanging her dress, she paused. She heard music. Singing actually. Following the sound, she ended up outside her bathroom door.
“…They’re generating steam heat. Pulsating to the back beat. The Blitzkreig Bop. Hey, ho, let’s go…"
She stifled a laugh. At least he had good taste. And, while he wouldn’t make it past the early rounds of The X-Factor, his voice was quite pleasant.
Belle waited on the bed and struck Seductive Pose #27 when she heard the water turn off. When he walked out, she studied him again. He was thinner than his clothes let on. An appendectomy scar was peeking from the towel he had wrapped around his waist. He had a smattering of chest hair at the top. All said, it was quite well put together. She raised a hand to him.
He took it and she started tracing the back with her other hand. She looked up at him through her lashes. “Would you like some music? The Ramones perhaps?"
“Actually I’m more of a Clash man." He tore his eyes away from her fingers to find her smirking at him, her tongue sticking out to one side. “Oh. You heard that then. Well, at least you know one of my deepest secrets now."
“Indeed." She pulled a condom from her stocking and loosened his towel. “Shall we?" He answered her with a kiss. Normally, Belle thought of kissing as means to an end. She knew plenty of her profession that wouldn’t do it at all because it was too intimate. As he’d dipped down to capture her mouth, she noticed his lower lip was fuller than his upper. It was just as soft as she had imagined it would be in that split second before.
They continued kissing as the towel fell away and her bra and knickers joined it. She dragged herself up the bed while he ripped open the packet and slipped on the contents. As he crawled up to meet her, she noticed, with no small amount of interest, his physique and all that went with it. If the shops would package it, she’d buy one.
Belle decided it was time for the main event. “How do you want me?" she asked.
“This is fine. Just hook your leg around my waist. Yes. That’s lovely." With that he plunged inside. Belle decided that a detective’s keen eye for detail extended beyond the job as his hands and mouth were everywhere. She hadn’t enjoyed her job this much in a while. She shifted her hips a bit and he was soon panting in her ear. As he rolled off of her, she silently concurred with his statement. It was lovely.
Belle rolled to her side and placed a hand on his chest. “All right then?"
Peter leaned up and kissed her cheek. “Yes. Very much so. Thank you." As she caught her breath, Belle looked him over once again. If she thought he looked rumpled before, he was hopeless now. It suited him. She wasn’t sure he’d ever look right polished up. It was very seductive. She almost regretted meeting him this way. “I’d like to do this again, if it’s possible."
“I’d like that." She was surprised to find she wasn’t just saying that. She glanced at the clock. “I’m sorry to say the hour’s almost gone. Same time next week work for you?"
“Should do. I promise to be on time or call first." While he redressed, Belle slipped on her dressing gown and found him a card with her number. She wrote the date and time in big letters and underlined it. He laughed when he read it.
As she handed him his coat, she asked, “How did you find me, Peter?"
“Surfing the Internet, I believe the kids call it these days. I Googled you."
“And we just met."
“And it’s a damn side better than Googling myself. Not that I think I could stop that. I believe it was Woody Allen who said it was sex with someone you love."
“Wise man." He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Well, he was wise before the paedophilia and sort of incest thing."
“Too right. So, next week then."
“Yes." He kissed her cheek again and was off.
She dialled Ben, who was all questions as usual. “How was it? What’s he like?"
“I’m not sure, but I think I’m going to enjoy finding out."
Like that, Peter Carlisle became a regular.
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Belle De Jour
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: Peter Carlisle has needs. Belle De Jour is in the business of fulfilling those needs. It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Belle meets Peter.
AN: I want to thank
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“Yes, he’s new. I don’t know much about him. He booked online. All I know is that his name is Peter and he is 11 minutes late."
“I still say it’s a bad idea to do it this way Han."
Belle rolled her eyes. “Benjamin, Benjamin, I have to get new clients somehow. Only a handful of my regulars came with me." Her buzzer sounded. “Oh, that’s likely him. Do you just want to stay on the line?"
“You gonna let me listen? Kinky."
“Shut up." She set down the phone and pressed the intercom. “Hello?"
The man looked up with slight desperation. “Please tell me you’re Belle. We have an appointment that I’m inexcusably late for."
“Yep. Come on up." She buzzed him in and did her final hair and makeup check. She finished up just as the knock landed on the door. She wasn’t sure what to expect but somehow what waited on the other side wasn’t it. He looked to be somewhere in his 30s, good-looking (though that hardly qualified him to not pay for company), rumpled or scruffy more like and he was keenly aware of his surroundings. “Peter? Come in."
“I must apologise for my tardiness. There was a thing at work and then I found the wrong building. I promise I’m not usually this inept at life."
She laughed, fully appreciating his Scottish accent. “It’s no problem. Can I take your coat and we’ll get the business out of the way?"
“Yes. Of course." Peter handed her his trench coat and pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket.
“If you’d like, head that way and get settled. Can I get you a drink?"
“Whisky would be lovely," he called over his shoulder. If this was his first time with a working girl, it certainly didn’t show. She picked her mobile back up and set about putting away the money and making the drink. “Ben? Yeah, no problem."
“What’s he like then?
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll call you after." Belle walked into the sitting room, drink in hand. Peter looked quite at home sitting on the sofa and smiled when she handed over the liquor.
“I really do apologise. I’m usually quite prompt and put together. Have to be in my job."
“Really, what’s that then?" She sat across from him, studying. His hair was messy but not in the trendy, trying to be cool way. His stubble indicated he was the sort man that had a five o’clock shadow by noon. His clothes indicated a mid-paying job. He had some of the most beautiful hands she’d ever seen: long, thin but still masculine. No indentation or tan mark from a removed wedding ring. He had walked in with a cocky swagger of a man that liked knowing everything going on around him but would give up control if needed. She’d have to wait and see if her assessment was true.
“I’m a detective inspector for the Homicide and Serious Crime Command at Scotland Yard."
She raised her eyebrows at that. She didn’t get many policemen. For one, they usually couldn’t afford her; and two, they worried about their jobs and/or marriage. She gathered together the usual bundle. “Well, we could chat some more but before that, let’s get you into the shower. Every thing you need is here or in there." She pointed the way.
“All right then. Won’t be long."
Belle looked herself over and debated changing or not. Under her dress, she had on classic bra and panties: black with pink lace and polka dots and matching suspenders. She figured it was a safe bet to leave that on. He didn’t seem the type to be choosy about such things and she most likely wouldn’t have it on for long, so she hoped for the best.
As she exited her closet from hanging her dress, she paused. She heard music. Singing actually. Following the sound, she ended up outside her bathroom door.
“…They’re generating steam heat. Pulsating to the back beat. The Blitzkreig Bop. Hey, ho, let’s go…"
She stifled a laugh. At least he had good taste. And, while he wouldn’t make it past the early rounds of The X-Factor, his voice was quite pleasant.
Belle waited on the bed and struck Seductive Pose #27 when she heard the water turn off. When he walked out, she studied him again. He was thinner than his clothes let on. An appendectomy scar was peeking from the towel he had wrapped around his waist. He had a smattering of chest hair at the top. All said, it was quite well put together. She raised a hand to him.
He took it and she started tracing the back with her other hand. She looked up at him through her lashes. “Would you like some music? The Ramones perhaps?"
“Actually I’m more of a Clash man." He tore his eyes away from her fingers to find her smirking at him, her tongue sticking out to one side. “Oh. You heard that then. Well, at least you know one of my deepest secrets now."
“Indeed." She pulled a condom from her stocking and loosened his towel. “Shall we?" He answered her with a kiss. Normally, Belle thought of kissing as means to an end. She knew plenty of her profession that wouldn’t do it at all because it was too intimate. As he’d dipped down to capture her mouth, she noticed his lower lip was fuller than his upper. It was just as soft as she had imagined it would be in that split second before.
They continued kissing as the towel fell away and her bra and knickers joined it. She dragged herself up the bed while he ripped open the packet and slipped on the contents. As he crawled up to meet her, she noticed, with no small amount of interest, his physique and all that went with it. If the shops would package it, she’d buy one.
Belle decided it was time for the main event. “How do you want me?" she asked.
“This is fine. Just hook your leg around my waist. Yes. That’s lovely." With that he plunged inside. Belle decided that a detective’s keen eye for detail extended beyond the job as his hands and mouth were everywhere. She hadn’t enjoyed her job this much in a while. She shifted her hips a bit and he was soon panting in her ear. As he rolled off of her, she silently concurred with his statement. It was lovely.
Belle rolled to her side and placed a hand on his chest. “All right then?"
Peter leaned up and kissed her cheek. “Yes. Very much so. Thank you." As she caught her breath, Belle looked him over once again. If she thought he looked rumpled before, he was hopeless now. It suited him. She wasn’t sure he’d ever look right polished up. It was very seductive. She almost regretted meeting him this way. “I’d like to do this again, if it’s possible."
“I’d like that." She was surprised to find she wasn’t just saying that. She glanced at the clock. “I’m sorry to say the hour’s almost gone. Same time next week work for you?"
“Should do. I promise to be on time or call first." While he redressed, Belle slipped on her dressing gown and found him a card with her number. She wrote the date and time in big letters and underlined it. He laughed when he read it.
As she handed him his coat, she asked, “How did you find me, Peter?"
“Surfing the Internet, I believe the kids call it these days. I Googled you."
“And we just met."
“And it’s a damn side better than Googling myself. Not that I think I could stop that. I believe it was Woody Allen who said it was sex with someone you love."
“Wise man." He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Well, he was wise before the paedophilia and sort of incest thing."
“Too right. So, next week then."
“Yes." He kissed her cheek again and was off.
She dialled Ben, who was all questions as usual. “How was it? What’s he like?"
“I’m not sure, but I think I’m going to enjoy finding out."
Like that, Peter Carlisle became a regular.
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Date: 2008-09-10 08:49 pm (UTC)I think I just became a regular too. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:00 pm (UTC)It's been so long since we began this journey, I'd almost forgotten bits of this. But yay!
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:55 pm (UTC)And yes, yay! I'm sure we both thought this day would never come.
Feel free to tell other parties that may be interested about this
but don't you dare spoil them!. I really wouldn't mind a bit.no subject
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:57 pm (UTC)I hope you enjoy the rest!
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:17 pm (UTC)And ha! I like their banter/exchange at the end. Cute.
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:58 pm (UTC)I would think they'd fall into a very easy banter. It's part of who they are. I hope you like the rest as well!
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Date: 2008-09-10 11:46 pm (UTC)Great pairing, and a very interesting start. I liked the singing part you wrote about. I do still like to think that Peter's life would still regularly burst out into song...so it was quite comical when he mentioned the Clash and Belle lightly teasing him about it!
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Date: 2008-09-11 12:08 am (UTC)How can you write Peter and not have singing? I promise that's not the last we'll see of that.
I do hope you enjoy the rest!
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Date: 2008-09-11 01:41 am (UTC)I'm glad you're liking it though.
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Date: 2008-09-11 01:43 am (UTC)I hope you like the rest!
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Date: 2008-09-11 02:43 am (UTC)Cheers.
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Date: 2008-09-11 03:40 pm (UTC)The next part goes up on Saturday!
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Date: 2008-09-11 02:51 pm (UTC)I can tell that I'm going to be following this religiously. :)
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Date: 2008-09-11 03:41 pm (UTC)I do hope you like the rest!
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Date: 2008-09-11 11:38 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read the next installment!
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Date: 2008-09-12 02:41 pm (UTC)I think these two would be brilliant but I feel that if David and Billie did anything together, it would be brilliant. I'd watch them eat toast.
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Date: 2008-09-19 10:13 pm (UTC)Gosh ... DW related xovers (if you can still call it that) are simply brilliant (referring to the brilliant Blackpool/DW xover everyone loves) and this just now, after 1 chapter, became another favourite! AND THANKS FOR THE DT PIC! *drools* never saw that one before and have no idea what those girls are on about - it looked good on him :D
*off to read chap 2*
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