Complications Minor Chapter 9 (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: In which Peter asks the wrong question.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.
They lounged in the tub. A fortress of towels soaking up the water and bath salts that had sloshed out during the earlier events had been built up. Currently, Belle was massaging Peter’s feet.
“Shouldn’t I be the one doing that?”
She tutted at him. “It’s all…”
“A part of the service. Well, I will be reciprocating later.” They sat quietly for a bit, then on mutual agreement, got out as the water was getting cold.
The whole thing came to be in a roundabout sort of way.
Belle knew the type of day Peter was having based on the way he took her. A good day, he was playful. A bad day, as expected, he took her hard. An emotional day, he was very attentive and caring. Big break or even a case solved, he was a little more adventurous and daring. And so on. It was an overnighter again but when he arrived, food in hand, he just seemed tired. So, she shuffled him off to the tub and they had lazy, wet sex.
Belle pointed him onto the bed, facing the rest of the room and climbed onto his back. He offered no resistance as she started to knead his muscles. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Go to sleep. I want you fully rested for the remainder of our time.” He murmured something she took as agreement and finished up his back, then covered him with a blanket. After slipping into her robe, she propped herself up at the correct end of the bed and pulled out a book.
About an hour and a half later, Belle felt something on her foot. She flinched it away but it continued. Over the top of her book she saw Peter dragging a finger over her arch.
When he saw he was caught, he just smiled and lifted her foot to kiss it and repeated the process with the other one. He then crawled up her body, pressing his lips to her along the way. Soon the book was forgotten, as was the dressing gown, as they wordlessly joined together, once again unhurried in their actions. During the usual routine, she raised her head to look at him.
“How can you tell? When I’m faking and when I’m not, that is.”
He looked at her and with all seriousness answered, “The noises you make. You’re much more…vocal, for lack of a better word, when it’s not real. No, a genuine orgasm, you’re all gasps, sighs and moans that you can’t or do not want to control. The other times it’s very precise yells. I must admit, in the beginning there, you fooled me. But then I had the pleasure of experiencing the real thing.”
“Hmm.”
“Also, you…” he paused. “Never mind.”
“What?” She may have started the line of conversation but she was going to make sure he finished it.
“You clench differently.”
“I clench differently.”
“Yes. When it’s fake, your clenches are very controlled. You know just what to do to please who you’re with. When you naturally come you’re unpredictable. Sometimes it’s short spasms. Others it’s like the most pleasant vice grip ever created. I don’t know why this honour has been bestowed upon me nor do I want to. I’m just enjoying the ride.”
“Well, I did ask. And now I know I can’t put anything past you. Worse things have happened.” She let her hand drift down and started stroking him.
With a shift and a grunt, Peter relaxed into it. “Have you ever had someone fake on you?”
“Yes. Though men can’t fake it as well. You lot sort of have a give away there.”
“That we do.” His eyes drifted shut. A bit later with a gasp and moan he expelled his own give away.
She went off to the loo to clean herself off. She returned with a flannel to do the same for him and found him asleep. She wiped up and tucked him in. She supposed even Batman needed his rest. Belle turned back to her book and eventually fell asleep herself.
She awoke to find Peter’s hand on her hip, his thumb sweeping across the skin. “Hungry?”
“A bit peckish, yes.” It had become the norm during most of his nights over to have a Marmite break. They chatted about music and television.
Peter yawned. “I’m sorry. Please don’t take this as a reflection on the company. It’s just everything’s caught up with me. Lot of long nights these past few weeks. We caught the main suspect this weekend and I’m just now starting to decompress. I feel like I can do that around you.”
“I’m glad. Come on. Let’s get you rested up so I can give you a memorable morning.” She stood and extended her hand to him.
He accepted and let himself be pulled up. “How can I possibly turn down an offer like that?”
He got back into her bed but as Belle went to leave, he grabbed her arm. “Stay?”
Her eyes softened. “Yeah.” She climbed next to him as he covered them with the duvet. Then Peter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He was soon back asleep and she joined him, being lulled by the feeling of his breath on her hair and neck.
As the sun began to stream in through the partially parted curtains, Belle rolled over and stroked the side of Peter’s face. He smiled without opening his eyes. “I was thinking of something else when you made your earlier promise but this is memorable too.” He puckered his lips.
‘So,’ Belle thought to herself, ‘he’s going to make me do all the work then.’ As she leaned forward to kiss him, he surprised her by flipping them so that he was on top of her.
The kiss was far from what one would expect the drowsy man she’d woken up next to would give. That didn’t stop her from giving back just as much. It was shaping up to be a memorable morning for both of them.
They both rolled to their sides to look at one another. Peter reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Tell me your name.”
She froze. “You know my name. It’s Belle.”
“No, your real name.”
“How do you know that isn’t it?” She sat up and got out of bed.
“Job like this? No, you use a pseudonym. I understand why.”
She shoved her arms into her dressing gown. “Belle is who I am. This is who I am and what I do.”
He followed suit and was soon putting on his own clothing. “I could find out, you know, but I respect you too much to do that.”
“Then respect what I’m telling you now. I provide a service. You pay for that service. Simple as that.” She was panicking and she didn’t know why. Both sides of herself, Belle and Hannah, were battling it out and in this moment Belle was winning.
“But it’s not as simple as that, is it?”
“Maybe not. But the truth is this: I’m a high end escort. You’re a lonely man who found me on the Internet and is now paying for my company.” She crossed her arms and glared at him.
Peter paused in buttoning his shirt. “I thought we…” He dropped his head, clearly defeated.
“Thought what Peter?” Part of her was screaming inside that if he would just say it, she would fall into his arms and tell him everything. But even then she would never make the first move. She wasn’t about to start such things.
He yanked on his shoes, not bothering to tie them then looked her at her, eyes hard and cold. “That’s it then. You’re the whore and I’m the punter.”
She wouldn’t back down. “Seems like.”
“Fine.” He grabbed his things and left with a slam of the door.
Belle collapsed onto the bed. She would not cry. She refused to.
To her complete shock, Peter showed up at his usual time the next week and the week after and the week after that. He no longer stayed over. They didn’t kiss. They barely spoke. He would arrive on time, conduct business, take his shower, they would have sex, and he would redress and leave.
She always laughed at the bit in Pretty Woman when Edward said he never made Vivian feel like a prostitute. What else could she feel like? If a woman got paid for shagging, there was only one thing she was.
Belle often felt like her occupation. This was the first time it ever bothered her. And yet she couldn’t tell him to stay away.
When she couldn’t bottle it in any longer, she called Ben.
“So DI Wonderful wasn’t all that then?” He stretched his arm across the back of the sofa.
“Yes. No. I mean, it’s complicated.”
“What happened?”
“He asked me my name.”
“And?”
“I freaked out.” She sat next to him, pulling her feet under her and turned to face him.
“I thought you liked this guy. I don’t understand.”
“I do like him. And I think that’s why I’m afraid that if he knew the real me, he wouldn’t want me anymore.”
He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be daft. I happen to think you’re pretty great most of the time.”
“Yeah?” He nodded. Before either of them knew it, she was kissing him and he her. Ben only stopped her when she put her hand down his trousers.
“Han. Jesus, Han, stop.” He pushed her back.
“Don’t you want me either?” She was on the edge of tears.
He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Hannah, listen to me. Physically I think you’re beautiful, I always have. But you are my best friend. Nothing else. We tried other stuff. It didn’t work. And I’m glad because I wouldn’t trade what we are now for anything. That being said, business is business and I’d rather be your partner for couples than anyone else because then I know you’re safe. If this happened, we’d only hate ourselves. I’ve learned from you sex for business is one thing. With feelings, it’s another. You’re only doing this because you’re hurting. Sleeping with me won’t hurt him. Only you and me.”
She sobbed. “Oh Ben, I’ve messed up, haven’t I?”
“Well, he’s an idiot for not doing anything.” He pulled her close again. She wrapped her arms around him. “And yes, you mucked it up right and proper.”
She laughed into his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, Han. Anytime.”
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: In which Peter asks the wrong question.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.They lounged in the tub. A fortress of towels soaking up the water and bath salts that had sloshed out during the earlier events had been built up. Currently, Belle was massaging Peter’s feet.
“Shouldn’t I be the one doing that?”
She tutted at him. “It’s all…”
“A part of the service. Well, I will be reciprocating later.” They sat quietly for a bit, then on mutual agreement, got out as the water was getting cold.
The whole thing came to be in a roundabout sort of way.
Belle knew the type of day Peter was having based on the way he took her. A good day, he was playful. A bad day, as expected, he took her hard. An emotional day, he was very attentive and caring. Big break or even a case solved, he was a little more adventurous and daring. And so on. It was an overnighter again but when he arrived, food in hand, he just seemed tired. So, she shuffled him off to the tub and they had lazy, wet sex.
Belle pointed him onto the bed, facing the rest of the room and climbed onto his back. He offered no resistance as she started to knead his muscles. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Go to sleep. I want you fully rested for the remainder of our time.” He murmured something she took as agreement and finished up his back, then covered him with a blanket. After slipping into her robe, she propped herself up at the correct end of the bed and pulled out a book.
About an hour and a half later, Belle felt something on her foot. She flinched it away but it continued. Over the top of her book she saw Peter dragging a finger over her arch.
When he saw he was caught, he just smiled and lifted her foot to kiss it and repeated the process with the other one. He then crawled up her body, pressing his lips to her along the way. Soon the book was forgotten, as was the dressing gown, as they wordlessly joined together, once again unhurried in their actions. During the usual routine, she raised her head to look at him.
“How can you tell? When I’m faking and when I’m not, that is.”
He looked at her and with all seriousness answered, “The noises you make. You’re much more…vocal, for lack of a better word, when it’s not real. No, a genuine orgasm, you’re all gasps, sighs and moans that you can’t or do not want to control. The other times it’s very precise yells. I must admit, in the beginning there, you fooled me. But then I had the pleasure of experiencing the real thing.”
“Hmm.”
“Also, you…” he paused. “Never mind.”
“What?” She may have started the line of conversation but she was going to make sure he finished it.
“You clench differently.”
“I clench differently.”
“Yes. When it’s fake, your clenches are very controlled. You know just what to do to please who you’re with. When you naturally come you’re unpredictable. Sometimes it’s short spasms. Others it’s like the most pleasant vice grip ever created. I don’t know why this honour has been bestowed upon me nor do I want to. I’m just enjoying the ride.”
“Well, I did ask. And now I know I can’t put anything past you. Worse things have happened.” She let her hand drift down and started stroking him.
With a shift and a grunt, Peter relaxed into it. “Have you ever had someone fake on you?”
“Yes. Though men can’t fake it as well. You lot sort of have a give away there.”
“That we do.” His eyes drifted shut. A bit later with a gasp and moan he expelled his own give away.
She went off to the loo to clean herself off. She returned with a flannel to do the same for him and found him asleep. She wiped up and tucked him in. She supposed even Batman needed his rest. Belle turned back to her book and eventually fell asleep herself.
She awoke to find Peter’s hand on her hip, his thumb sweeping across the skin. “Hungry?”
“A bit peckish, yes.” It had become the norm during most of his nights over to have a Marmite break. They chatted about music and television.
Peter yawned. “I’m sorry. Please don’t take this as a reflection on the company. It’s just everything’s caught up with me. Lot of long nights these past few weeks. We caught the main suspect this weekend and I’m just now starting to decompress. I feel like I can do that around you.”
“I’m glad. Come on. Let’s get you rested up so I can give you a memorable morning.” She stood and extended her hand to him.
He accepted and let himself be pulled up. “How can I possibly turn down an offer like that?”
He got back into her bed but as Belle went to leave, he grabbed her arm. “Stay?”
Her eyes softened. “Yeah.” She climbed next to him as he covered them with the duvet. Then Peter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He was soon back asleep and she joined him, being lulled by the feeling of his breath on her hair and neck.
As the sun began to stream in through the partially parted curtains, Belle rolled over and stroked the side of Peter’s face. He smiled without opening his eyes. “I was thinking of something else when you made your earlier promise but this is memorable too.” He puckered his lips.
‘So,’ Belle thought to herself, ‘he’s going to make me do all the work then.’ As she leaned forward to kiss him, he surprised her by flipping them so that he was on top of her.
The kiss was far from what one would expect the drowsy man she’d woken up next to would give. That didn’t stop her from giving back just as much. It was shaping up to be a memorable morning for both of them.
They both rolled to their sides to look at one another. Peter reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Tell me your name.”
She froze. “You know my name. It’s Belle.”
“No, your real name.”
“How do you know that isn’t it?” She sat up and got out of bed.
“Job like this? No, you use a pseudonym. I understand why.”
She shoved her arms into her dressing gown. “Belle is who I am. This is who I am and what I do.”
He followed suit and was soon putting on his own clothing. “I could find out, you know, but I respect you too much to do that.”
“Then respect what I’m telling you now. I provide a service. You pay for that service. Simple as that.” She was panicking and she didn’t know why. Both sides of herself, Belle and Hannah, were battling it out and in this moment Belle was winning.
“But it’s not as simple as that, is it?”
“Maybe not. But the truth is this: I’m a high end escort. You’re a lonely man who found me on the Internet and is now paying for my company.” She crossed her arms and glared at him.
Peter paused in buttoning his shirt. “I thought we…” He dropped his head, clearly defeated.
“Thought what Peter?” Part of her was screaming inside that if he would just say it, she would fall into his arms and tell him everything. But even then she would never make the first move. She wasn’t about to start such things.
He yanked on his shoes, not bothering to tie them then looked her at her, eyes hard and cold. “That’s it then. You’re the whore and I’m the punter.”
She wouldn’t back down. “Seems like.”
“Fine.” He grabbed his things and left with a slam of the door.
Belle collapsed onto the bed. She would not cry. She refused to.
To her complete shock, Peter showed up at his usual time the next week and the week after and the week after that. He no longer stayed over. They didn’t kiss. They barely spoke. He would arrive on time, conduct business, take his shower, they would have sex, and he would redress and leave.
She always laughed at the bit in Pretty Woman when Edward said he never made Vivian feel like a prostitute. What else could she feel like? If a woman got paid for shagging, there was only one thing she was.
Belle often felt like her occupation. This was the first time it ever bothered her. And yet she couldn’t tell him to stay away.
When she couldn’t bottle it in any longer, she called Ben.
“So DI Wonderful wasn’t all that then?” He stretched his arm across the back of the sofa.
“Yes. No. I mean, it’s complicated.”
“What happened?”
“He asked me my name.”
“And?”
“I freaked out.” She sat next to him, pulling her feet under her and turned to face him.
“I thought you liked this guy. I don’t understand.”
“I do like him. And I think that’s why I’m afraid that if he knew the real me, he wouldn’t want me anymore.”
He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be daft. I happen to think you’re pretty great most of the time.”
“Yeah?” He nodded. Before either of them knew it, she was kissing him and he her. Ben only stopped her when she put her hand down his trousers.
“Han. Jesus, Han, stop.” He pushed her back.
“Don’t you want me either?” She was on the edge of tears.
He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Hannah, listen to me. Physically I think you’re beautiful, I always have. But you are my best friend. Nothing else. We tried other stuff. It didn’t work. And I’m glad because I wouldn’t trade what we are now for anything. That being said, business is business and I’d rather be your partner for couples than anyone else because then I know you’re safe. If this happened, we’d only hate ourselves. I’ve learned from you sex for business is one thing. With feelings, it’s another. You’re only doing this because you’re hurting. Sleeping with me won’t hurt him. Only you and me.”
She sobbed. “Oh Ben, I’ve messed up, haven’t I?”
“Well, he’s an idiot for not doing anything.” He pulled her close again. She wrapped her arms around him. “And yes, you mucked it up right and proper.”
She laughed into his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, Han. Anytime.”
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Date: 2008-10-04 04:03 pm (UTC)Darn you for writing such a great story and making all your readers become so emotionally connected to your characters!
On that note, when do we get more? It's become like a drug...... Thanks for writing!
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Date: 2008-10-05 05:28 pm (UTC)Thank you. I update every three days. So the next chapter goes up on Tuesday.
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Date: 2008-10-04 04:31 pm (UTC)She did muck it up but he's not helping either.
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Date: 2008-10-05 02:00 am (UTC)Jude
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Date: 2008-10-05 06:44 am (UTC)Now I like angst just as much as the next person but....you're going to fix it right? :P
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Date: 2008-10-05 06:06 pm (UTC)And you'll just have to keep reading to find out!
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Date: 2008-10-05 01:23 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see how you are goings to fix this mess!!!
I love having 'both' Hannah and Belle freaking out!
Update soon!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2008-10-05 06:13 pm (UTC)3 days are soooooooo long.
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:21 pm (UTC)I never thought of him a white knight. More grey with dinged up amour and loyal horse that's just a shaggy as he is. Also has very similar eating habits.
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Date: 2008-12-25 01:32 am (UTC)I'm glad you're invested too! Hopefully, you'll find the rest satisfactory.