Complications Minor Chapter 8 (of 20)
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misssara11Title: 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: Flirting with song lyrics (even misheard ones) and Belle tells the truth, in spite of herself.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. Belle's outfit.
Peter and Belle lounged in her bed doing their post-coital stroking. He lent down to kiss her and pulled back, a bit surprised.
“What?”
“You’ve quit smoking!”
“About a month and a half ago, yeah. You just now noticed? You’re slipping, Detective.”
“It probably took that long for all the smokiness to fade.”
“You never said it bothered you before. “
“Didn’t think I had the right.”
“But you like this better.”
“Most certainly.” He dipped back to kiss her again, this time not stopping. They were content to do just that. He was staying the night again so there was no hurry. Though neither wanted to say nor had a clue that either thought that this was very much like a normal relationship and they didn’t mind that one bit.
Even if his financial situation was different, she would have still made up the discount. As it was, he was her lowest paying client, let alone regular.
They went back to the stroking. Seemingly out of the blue, Peter said, “Because it’s not complicated.”
“What’s not complicated?”
“This. Why I come here. I never answered your question a while back.”
“Oh. How do you mean?”
“Well, we don’t have any hidden agendas. I know what you do. You know why I come here. The fact that I quite enjoy it and I’m pretty sure you do too, is just a bonus.”
“Huh. Guess that’s true.”
“You’re like that Queen song.”
“Which one?”
“Killer Queen. You know that one part. How’s it go?” He looked at the ceiling as if it had the answers and then sang in his imperfect voice, “Found her way to China. Complications minor.”
Belle sat up at that. “Those aren’t the lyrics.”
“Yes, they are.”
“No, they’re not.”
“I know my Queen lyrics. I’m older than you. I was alive when the single was released. I know I’m right.”
“Then getting older’s making you feeble minded. You. Are. Wrong.” She punctuated each of those words with a poke to his chest. “I’ll prove it to you.” She hopped out of bed and slipped into her dressing gown.
Peter smirked at her until his trousers connected with his head. “Come on then. Don’t want you claiming I tampered with the evidence.” He hopped into them and followed along behind her, taking the time to watch her hips sway.
They ended up in the kitchen/sitting room. Some place he didn’t recall spending much, if any, time in. Belle flipped open her laptop and while it booted up, she played with her iPod. When she was satisfied, she popped it into her stereo and hit play. The snapping fingers and tinkling piano signified the very song they were discussing. She went back to the computer and typed and clicked a bit, then motioned him over. “See? I was right.”
Peter walked right up behind her and placed his hand on the table on either side of her, blocking her in. She really didn’t mind and subtly pushed her hips back into his. “Not necessarily. This is one of those sites that anyone can post.”
“Alright, let’s try another. Ha! Same thing. Met a man from China. Went down to Geisha Minah…“
He sniffed. “Coincidence.”
“Fine, I have it on repeat. Listen!” They hummed along and Belle hushed him and pointed to the air. “There!”
“Hmm. I’m not ready to fully concede. People hear want they want. I will say the song does remind me of someone though.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair.
“Suppose it does. Part of it at least. I do keep those in my liquor cabinet, though mine’s pretty plain. Like cake. I’ll eat caviar but as we discussed, I’ve quit the fags. My etiquette is passable. I am extraordinarily nice.” She arched into him.
Peter raised his hand to her stomach. “That you are,” he growled into her ear.
“I have lived here for a long time but I do plenty of out calls, so that bit could apply. I don’t think I’ve had a Chinese client and while I’ve been to Asia, I don’t think that’s a real place. I don’t drive. I’m quite playful. Never had a gun or a laser. I do like the occasionally jelly. And I don’t wear perfume.”
He sniffed her neck. “You don’t, do you.”
“A professional never leaves her client smelling of woman and I only wear men’s deodorant.”
“But if the time is well spent, and I can say from experience, it is, you leave them smelling of sex.”
“Never thought of that.”
“So you have a string of clients who have failed relationships because their partners thought they caught them bumming.”
“Yeah, but the relationship couldn’t have been that strong to begin with. And I’m still extraordinarily nice.” She turned in his arms and raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Wanna try?”
“I believe I do.”
As Belle led Peter back to her bed, something occurred to her. Flirting was part of the job. She had had plenty of clients who did it well. Not only was Peter in the top ten, she had never enjoyed that aspect of her job as much as she did at that moment or any time she was with him.
When they had finished, they resumed the stroking. Belle let her fingers drift across his scar. Peter squirmed a bit then settled as she focused her attention there. “When did you have it done? Your appendix removed?”
“I was fourteen. In the full bloom of puberty and my nurse was beautiful. I embarrassed myself in front of her more than once. I was a randy wee git. I thought I was quite smooth. When I attempted to flirt, my voice cracked. She was so kind about it that it was actually worse than if she had laughed at me. She did contribute to a large percent of my masturbatory fantasies for years to come. Grew out of that.”
“The masturbation?”
“No, the fantasies of her.”
They shared a quiet laugh and soon fell asleep.
Two weeks later Belle awaited Peter’s arrival. It was a short visit night, but she still put in the effort.
Her hair was up in a twist. She did a turn in front of her mirror to check the outfit. It was a camisole/boy short combo. The silk was a beige-y pink with an abstract white floral design. The top was trimmed in white lace and the straps of the same silk. The boy shorts sat low on her hips. The bottom front had the lace while the back just covered her bum, which she gave a bit of a shake. She had once again chanced the La Perla in the hopes he didn’t get ill this time.
Before she could put on shoes or a dressing gown, the buzzer went. She let him in and called Ben. When she opened the door, she was met with a look even more devastating that anything she’d ever seen before. Belle swallowed hard and stepped back to let Peter in.
“Do you want to head back?” She pointed to the loo.
He took of his coat and folded it over his arm. “I don’t think so. Come with me.” He led her to the sitting room off the bedroom. He slipped an envelope out of a pocket, and then set his coat and that on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa. “Come here.”
She did and he pulled her onto his lap and turned her so she as facing the same direction he was and straddling his legs. One hand drifted across her chest while the other toyed with her waistband.
“I’m going to tell you some things. I’m going to be brutally honest, as I feel like I can with you. I’m normally a very jealous, selfish man." His hand went inside her shorts and started to stroke her. Belle gasped. “And yet, I know you sleep with other men. Not only does the thought not make me angry, it turns me on.”
She tried not to squirm. “Oh really.”
“Yes.” He dipped one finger, then another inside her. “Imagining how you move. What you wear for them. What your hair and make up is like.” He kissed her neck as his higher hand pulled down a strap to better fondle a breast. “Thinking about you coming. Knowing what you look like when you come for me.” He paused when he felt her stiffen. “Ah. You don’t come for them. Not really.” He went back to it, his fingers alternating between thrusting in and out and just stroking. There was no rhythm to it and it was driving her mad. “I know when you’re faking. But they don’t have a clue. Oh, that’s even better. I’m the only one who does this to you, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” she gasped before she could stop herself. Belle raised one hand to his neck and laid the other on the arm working her chest.
“Good. Did you know now that I’m having sex on a regular basis, I wank a lot more? That’s your doing. Every morning in the shower I’m calling out your name. At headquarters, a stray thought leaves me behind my desk much longer than it should. I’ll come close to making a fool of myself at a crime scene simply because a passer-by has your hair colour. I have incredible self-control but that’s how much power you have over me.” He curled the fingers inside her and she almost completely bucked off of him. “You cannot be attracted to every client. What do you do to get ready for them? How do you get wet? Who do you think of?”
She had already had the truth slip out once. No reason to stop now. Almost without breath she answered, “Anymore, I think of you.”
“Good.”
“I could arrange…oh God…for you to watch some time.”
“No, I like thinking about it. I don’t want to see it. I want to leave some things to the imagination.” He moved faster. She could feel in her back that she wasn’t the only one affected. A few more thrusts and crooks and she was climaxing hard.
As she came down and even after, he continued to stroke her, leaving a pleasant hum running through her whole body.
If Belle wasn’t completely sated and had no desire to move ever again, she would have smacked Peter until he lost the smug smile she could feel against her neck. He shifted a bit and his erection was even more prominent as it curved against her bottom. She knew he wouldn’t make a move until she said and it was a comfort to know she still had some power.
She gathered herself together and prepared for what she had no doubt would be one of the greatest shags of her life, when her personal mobile went off. She was going to ignore it and did the first time, when it went off again. With a reluctant sigh, she got off of Peter’s lap and answered. Her mother was on the other end. While they talked Peter’s phone went off.
“Yeah Mum, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Promise.”
Peter had walked out of the room to take care of his business. “I don’t have to go. I could tell them to bugger off for a bit.”
“Good to know you’re so committed to your job.”
“Can’t concentrate with a skyscraper in my pants.”
“As much as I want to, I have to go. My dad’s latest DIY went pear shaped and he and my mum are in Casualty at the moment.”
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“I don’t think so. Mum seems more annoyed than worried. Probably just needs stitches and make sure there’s no concussion.”
“Sounds like you’ve done this before.”
“Yep. Dad sometimes thinks he should have his own daytime show. He really shouldn’t.”
Peter waited for her to dress and they walked out together. After a quick kiss and confirmation of plans for the next week, he turned for the Tube and she hailed a cab.
On her trip, it hit her that he just may feel the same way about her as she him. Or he was an incredible actor.
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: Flirting with song lyrics (even misheard ones) and Belle tells the truth, in spite of herself.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. Belle's outfit.Peter and Belle lounged in her bed doing their post-coital stroking. He lent down to kiss her and pulled back, a bit surprised.
“What?”
“You’ve quit smoking!”
“About a month and a half ago, yeah. You just now noticed? You’re slipping, Detective.”
“It probably took that long for all the smokiness to fade.”
“You never said it bothered you before. “
“Didn’t think I had the right.”
“But you like this better.”
“Most certainly.” He dipped back to kiss her again, this time not stopping. They were content to do just that. He was staying the night again so there was no hurry. Though neither wanted to say nor had a clue that either thought that this was very much like a normal relationship and they didn’t mind that one bit.
Even if his financial situation was different, she would have still made up the discount. As it was, he was her lowest paying client, let alone regular.
They went back to the stroking. Seemingly out of the blue, Peter said, “Because it’s not complicated.”
“What’s not complicated?”
“This. Why I come here. I never answered your question a while back.”
“Oh. How do you mean?”
“Well, we don’t have any hidden agendas. I know what you do. You know why I come here. The fact that I quite enjoy it and I’m pretty sure you do too, is just a bonus.”
“Huh. Guess that’s true.”
“You’re like that Queen song.”
“Which one?”
“Killer Queen. You know that one part. How’s it go?” He looked at the ceiling as if it had the answers and then sang in his imperfect voice, “Found her way to China. Complications minor.”
Belle sat up at that. “Those aren’t the lyrics.”
“Yes, they are.”
“No, they’re not.”
“I know my Queen lyrics. I’m older than you. I was alive when the single was released. I know I’m right.”
“Then getting older’s making you feeble minded. You. Are. Wrong.” She punctuated each of those words with a poke to his chest. “I’ll prove it to you.” She hopped out of bed and slipped into her dressing gown.
Peter smirked at her until his trousers connected with his head. “Come on then. Don’t want you claiming I tampered with the evidence.” He hopped into them and followed along behind her, taking the time to watch her hips sway.
They ended up in the kitchen/sitting room. Some place he didn’t recall spending much, if any, time in. Belle flipped open her laptop and while it booted up, she played with her iPod. When she was satisfied, she popped it into her stereo and hit play. The snapping fingers and tinkling piano signified the very song they were discussing. She went back to the computer and typed and clicked a bit, then motioned him over. “See? I was right.”
Peter walked right up behind her and placed his hand on the table on either side of her, blocking her in. She really didn’t mind and subtly pushed her hips back into his. “Not necessarily. This is one of those sites that anyone can post.”
“Alright, let’s try another. Ha! Same thing. Met a man from China. Went down to Geisha Minah…“
He sniffed. “Coincidence.”
“Fine, I have it on repeat. Listen!” They hummed along and Belle hushed him and pointed to the air. “There!”
“Hmm. I’m not ready to fully concede. People hear want they want. I will say the song does remind me of someone though.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair.
“Suppose it does. Part of it at least. I do keep those in my liquor cabinet, though mine’s pretty plain. Like cake. I’ll eat caviar but as we discussed, I’ve quit the fags. My etiquette is passable. I am extraordinarily nice.” She arched into him.
Peter raised his hand to her stomach. “That you are,” he growled into her ear.
“I have lived here for a long time but I do plenty of out calls, so that bit could apply. I don’t think I’ve had a Chinese client and while I’ve been to Asia, I don’t think that’s a real place. I don’t drive. I’m quite playful. Never had a gun or a laser. I do like the occasionally jelly. And I don’t wear perfume.”
He sniffed her neck. “You don’t, do you.”
“A professional never leaves her client smelling of woman and I only wear men’s deodorant.”
“But if the time is well spent, and I can say from experience, it is, you leave them smelling of sex.”
“Never thought of that.”
“So you have a string of clients who have failed relationships because their partners thought they caught them bumming.”
“Yeah, but the relationship couldn’t have been that strong to begin with. And I’m still extraordinarily nice.” She turned in his arms and raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Wanna try?”
“I believe I do.”
As Belle led Peter back to her bed, something occurred to her. Flirting was part of the job. She had had plenty of clients who did it well. Not only was Peter in the top ten, she had never enjoyed that aspect of her job as much as she did at that moment or any time she was with him.
When they had finished, they resumed the stroking. Belle let her fingers drift across his scar. Peter squirmed a bit then settled as she focused her attention there. “When did you have it done? Your appendix removed?”
“I was fourteen. In the full bloom of puberty and my nurse was beautiful. I embarrassed myself in front of her more than once. I was a randy wee git. I thought I was quite smooth. When I attempted to flirt, my voice cracked. She was so kind about it that it was actually worse than if she had laughed at me. She did contribute to a large percent of my masturbatory fantasies for years to come. Grew out of that.”
“The masturbation?”
“No, the fantasies of her.”
They shared a quiet laugh and soon fell asleep.
Two weeks later Belle awaited Peter’s arrival. It was a short visit night, but she still put in the effort.
Her hair was up in a twist. She did a turn in front of her mirror to check the outfit. It was a camisole/boy short combo. The silk was a beige-y pink with an abstract white floral design. The top was trimmed in white lace and the straps of the same silk. The boy shorts sat low on her hips. The bottom front had the lace while the back just covered her bum, which she gave a bit of a shake. She had once again chanced the La Perla in the hopes he didn’t get ill this time.
Before she could put on shoes or a dressing gown, the buzzer went. She let him in and called Ben. When she opened the door, she was met with a look even more devastating that anything she’d ever seen before. Belle swallowed hard and stepped back to let Peter in.
“Do you want to head back?” She pointed to the loo.
He took of his coat and folded it over his arm. “I don’t think so. Come with me.” He led her to the sitting room off the bedroom. He slipped an envelope out of a pocket, and then set his coat and that on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa. “Come here.”
She did and he pulled her onto his lap and turned her so she as facing the same direction he was and straddling his legs. One hand drifted across her chest while the other toyed with her waistband.
“I’m going to tell you some things. I’m going to be brutally honest, as I feel like I can with you. I’m normally a very jealous, selfish man." His hand went inside her shorts and started to stroke her. Belle gasped. “And yet, I know you sleep with other men. Not only does the thought not make me angry, it turns me on.”
She tried not to squirm. “Oh really.”
“Yes.” He dipped one finger, then another inside her. “Imagining how you move. What you wear for them. What your hair and make up is like.” He kissed her neck as his higher hand pulled down a strap to better fondle a breast. “Thinking about you coming. Knowing what you look like when you come for me.” He paused when he felt her stiffen. “Ah. You don’t come for them. Not really.” He went back to it, his fingers alternating between thrusting in and out and just stroking. There was no rhythm to it and it was driving her mad. “I know when you’re faking. But they don’t have a clue. Oh, that’s even better. I’m the only one who does this to you, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” she gasped before she could stop herself. Belle raised one hand to his neck and laid the other on the arm working her chest.
“Good. Did you know now that I’m having sex on a regular basis, I wank a lot more? That’s your doing. Every morning in the shower I’m calling out your name. At headquarters, a stray thought leaves me behind my desk much longer than it should. I’ll come close to making a fool of myself at a crime scene simply because a passer-by has your hair colour. I have incredible self-control but that’s how much power you have over me.” He curled the fingers inside her and she almost completely bucked off of him. “You cannot be attracted to every client. What do you do to get ready for them? How do you get wet? Who do you think of?”
She had already had the truth slip out once. No reason to stop now. Almost without breath she answered, “Anymore, I think of you.”
“Good.”
“I could arrange…oh God…for you to watch some time.”
“No, I like thinking about it. I don’t want to see it. I want to leave some things to the imagination.” He moved faster. She could feel in her back that she wasn’t the only one affected. A few more thrusts and crooks and she was climaxing hard.
As she came down and even after, he continued to stroke her, leaving a pleasant hum running through her whole body.
If Belle wasn’t completely sated and had no desire to move ever again, she would have smacked Peter until he lost the smug smile she could feel against her neck. He shifted a bit and his erection was even more prominent as it curved against her bottom. She knew he wouldn’t make a move until she said and it was a comfort to know she still had some power.
She gathered herself together and prepared for what she had no doubt would be one of the greatest shags of her life, when her personal mobile went off. She was going to ignore it and did the first time, when it went off again. With a reluctant sigh, she got off of Peter’s lap and answered. Her mother was on the other end. While they talked Peter’s phone went off.
“Yeah Mum, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Promise.”
Peter had walked out of the room to take care of his business. “I don’t have to go. I could tell them to bugger off for a bit.”
“Good to know you’re so committed to your job.”
“Can’t concentrate with a skyscraper in my pants.”
“As much as I want to, I have to go. My dad’s latest DIY went pear shaped and he and my mum are in Casualty at the moment.”
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“I don’t think so. Mum seems more annoyed than worried. Probably just needs stitches and make sure there’s no concussion.”
“Sounds like you’ve done this before.”
“Yep. Dad sometimes thinks he should have his own daytime show. He really shouldn’t.”
Peter waited for her to dress and they walked out together. After a quick kiss and confirmation of plans for the next week, he turned for the Tube and she hailed a cab.
On her trip, it hit her that he just may feel the same way about her as she him. Or he was an incredible actor.
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Date: 2008-10-01 05:05 pm (UTC)Couldn't wait to read a new cap and now I can't even wait to read the next one lol *g*
I'm kinda addicted to your story, you know xP
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Date: 2008-10-01 05:06 pm (UTC)I just found this story and i read all 8 chapters at once. It's Brilliant. There such an unusual pairing and yet youv'e wrote it so well they go perfectly.
(Sorry for being Anonymous, i am getting LJ very soon but i just couldn't wait to comment) :)
BRILLIANT.
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Date: 2008-10-01 05:15 pm (UTC)I love getting notices that you've posted a chapter (yes, I stalk you like that) ;)
Well done, Missy.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:03 pm (UTC)Jude
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:16 pm (UTC)I love him even more now! :D
I am now 100% addicted to this fic. I'm desperate to find out what happens when they next meet, knowing that they both know they like each other.
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Date: 2008-10-02 01:59 pm (UTC)I have now read all chapters to date and again WOW will defintely be stappling this one to the wall
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Date: 2008-10-03 05:17 am (UTC)That said, Peter's forcefullness in the latter part of the chapter equals sexy.
I love watch them both fall deeper and deeper, and love the details in this story! Keep it up!
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Date: 2008-10-04 05:19 am (UTC)Found this while looking for some more Tennant icons (as if I don't already have enough!) and somehow got to here. Though, after seeing this fic, it's hardly a bad thing to have come across it.
I can't wait for more, you are a superb writer.
Ally :)
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Date: 2008-10-04 05:26 am (UTC)Great job, as always!
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Date: 2008-10-13 12:56 am (UTC)Or both. ;)
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