Complications Minor Chapter 13 (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/Hannah Baxter
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Hannah has a birthday, there's been enough wooing, the Baxters and Ben find out Hannah's not single, and Ben meets Peter.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. And Hannah's undies are here, in case you were wondering what she wear in her off-hours. Well, sometimes.
Peter and Hannah continued dating for the next few weeks.
They’d meet for a drink or dinner after he would get off of work and when she had time between her own jobs. They would catch the odd film if there was time. On the weekends, they held to their promise to tour the museums. They had a pause in the British Museum when they reached the room with Roman statues and one of them bore a very close resemblance to Hannah at first glance. They were almost kicked out of the Tate Modern as they provided their own commentary for a rather avant-garde showing and the artist happened to hear them. They made plans to go on the ghost tour that would be starting up in the next month. They spent a good part of a Saturday with the tourists at the Tower of London and did everything from staring at Traitor’s Gate to touring the Jewel Room. They kept a disposable camera at the ready each time.
When Hannah’s birthday rolled around, she took the day off. She had lunch with her family and spent her afternoon mucking about with Ben. Peter showed up after work with a couple of DVDs, takeaway and cupcakes, one of which had a candle stuck in it.
“I’m not sure of the gift etiquette when it comes to someone you’ve been dating for a short time. Do you get a gift or not? If so, what?”
Hannah considered it for a bit. “I don’t know. Would it be weird? I’ll be honest, this isn’t a position I’ve ever been in before.”
He fumbled in his pocket. “Well, just in case.” She unwrapped a miniature Big Ben. “For the collection."
“It’s perfect.” She set in on the shelf with all the other knick knacks she had acquired in their outings. She picked up the movies.
“I brought a variety, for whatever mood struck.”
Hannah grinned. “You like Serpico?”
“I’m a cop,” he offered in explanation. “You?”
“One of my favourites. Oliver Twist?”
Peter didn’t even bat an eye. “I’ll have you know, I’m secure enough in my heterosexuality to proudly be a fan of musicals. Wasn’t sure if you were or not, so I brought something safe.”
“I don’t really have strong feelings one way or the other. Have you ever seen a West End show?”
“No. Want to though. But not Les Miz. I realise it’s an unpopular opinion, but I hate that show.”
“Me too! Peter, I think we’ll get along just fine. Ooo, and Shaun of the Dead. I love Simon Pegg.” She grinned at him.
“Excellent. If you weren’t, I was going to pass it off as the scary date movie.”
“But it’s not scary. It’s funny with zombies.”
“True, but to the untrained eye…”
“Yep. Now, I smell Chinese.”
The rest of the night was spent eating and then curled together in front of the telly. They eventually ended up on their sides; Hannah’s body curved against Peter’s, his arm wound around her waist as his hand drifted beneath her top and settled on her stomach. They found themselves like that the next morning. While it hadn’t been Hannah’s first thought when spending the night with Peter came to mind, she had no complaints.
The nights spent in watching movies or marathons of television series became a regular thing after that, each exposing the other to their tastes. It was almost as common to have them fall asleep together that way as well. The mornings after always erased any doubts she had about him losing interest in her sexually. She quite enjoyed torturing him by pressing her hips back into his. When he would groan, she would give him a look telling him to do something about it. He’d just kiss her before begging off home to get ready for work.
Hannah didn’t realise until then that it was possible to be sexually frustrated in her line of work. Yes, she was getting laid on a more than regular basis, but it wasn’t with who she wanted. Her clients were reaping the benefits as she was enthusiastic when her thoughts would stray and they usually did. Not to mention the time she spent alone. She seriously considered buying stock in a battery company, knowing she’d single-handedly made the numbers rise. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t know what he was like in bed. But she did and she missed it.
And yet, she loved being with someone she knew wanted to be with her. Yes, he liked her body but it was more than that. He seemed to like Hannah the person. She had the feeling he’d be just as happy to walk along the river hand-in-hand as he would being buried inside her while in bed. She wasn’t used to being with someone like that. She honestly didn’t think she deserved it. But he seem to have his own set of baggage, so it seemed so it worked.
They didn’t always agree but were learning to live with the differences. He was learning to accept her love of movies with subtitles and she was dealing with his constant need to be eating. There were bigger problems as well but they were taking it one step at a time.
The coffee shop became a regular spot as well. It was an easy place to meet during the day. Peter was sure to get their orders when Shareece was working. They liked it there as they both agreed they enjoyed the fact it wasn’t some corporate chain, though those has their advantages.
One night in Hannah was holding the hand attached to the arm Peter had draped over her shoulder. “Why do we always do this here?”
“What’s that?” Peter looked at her over the top of his glasses, which seemed to be drifting further down his nose.
“Why are we always at mine and never yours? You ashamed of me or something?” She gave his side a playful poke.
“Not at all. Never thought about it actually. Your place is nicer than mine. But I’ll let you judge that for yourself. Hannah, would you do me the honour of joining me at my flat for dinner? I’ll cook and all.”
“I’d love to. You cook?”
“Yes, I cook. Mostly pub fare and breakfast but I’m good at what I know.”
Hannah arrived at his building a little early. While it wasn’t as posh (not that she ever considered herself that) as hers, it wasn’t a bad place. She shifted the box under her arm and went to find his door. She had promised to bring dessert. It was a collection of the fruit tarts from a place Ben had introduced her to a while back.
After she knocked, she was greeted by Peter with a smile and a kiss to the cheek. He took the box and led her inside. “So, tour. Kitchen/dining area here, which leads off to the sitting room.”
It wasn’t flash. The whole place looked lived-in and comfortable. A lot like its resident. The kitchen was small but manoeuvrable and separated from the dining area by a counter. The table and chairs were wooden and slightly dinged around the edges. The sitting room consisted of a sofa with cushions one could get lost in, a mismatched chair and ottoman, coffee table scattered with remote controls and papers (none of it appearing to be rubbish) a side board with the expected electronics: small stereo, VCR, DVD player, digital box, and a rather nice flat screen television. By the window to the left was a small desk with even more papers and a laptop. After taking in the room, Hannah said, “Excellent telly.”
“A man has standards for such things.” He took her back down the hall she’d entered. “Loo to the left. Bedroom to the right. Welcome to my humble abode. Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He took her hand and led her back to the table. “Too bad. You showed up early, so it’s not ready yet. What’s for dessert?”
“Me,” she almost answered but instead leaned on the counter while he set about opening the box. “Fruit tarts. Brought a variety and they come highly recommended.” She watched him move around room. He had on his glasses, his shirt was more out of waistband than in, the stubble on his face was very prevalent, there was a dish towel thrown over his shoulder and he was one of the most attractive things she’d ever seen.
He looked up and smiled at her. “Hope you like Shepherd’s pie.”
“I do. So, did you really go all out or did you just stack some pots in the sink to impress me?”
He looked very offended. “Come here to me.” She did. He pointed to the rubbish bin. “Potato peelings, carrot peelings, Styrofoam tray from the lamb, tomato puree can. I forwent the mushrooms. Can’t stand those."
“Very well. Carrot peelings?”
“You don’t peel your carrots before chopping them?”
“On the off chance I do buy them, I get the bag of cut ones. When I was growing up my mum and sister did all the cooking. Dad and I did the cleaning.”
“Well, be aware, food takes time to get right if you make it yourself. Glass of wine? It’s red that goes with lamb, right?”
“I’d love some and I honestly don’t care as long as it’s alcohol. But yes, red goes with lamb.”
Peter checked the timer on the cooker. “Just about ready. Would you take the bottle and glasses and I’ll get the plates?”
The table was set and the food served. Peter dug in with his usual vigour. Hannah prepared herself to politely shove the food around her plate and feign not being hungry contrary to her previous statement. She took a small bite. “It’s good! It’s really good.”
“You seem surprised. I told you I could cook.” He looked appropriately offended.
“Yeah, but you could have just been saying that. Impressing the girl and all that.”
“Oh Hannah, I haven’t lied to you yet, and I’ll try hard not to, but I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. Besides, I already know I impress you.” He blocked the napkin that came sailing his way with this arm. “Now, if you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?”
“You know bringing up a song whose video has children being ground up like sausages isn’t the most appetising thing. And I brought the pudding. I can take it away.”
His eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t! Please forgive me!”
“I’ll think about it. And you could use a bit of fattening up. Though, I’ve seen you eat and I hate your metabolism.”
“I can live with that.”
The rest of dinner consisted of their usual small talk, good natured ribbing and flirting. They had also made a sizable dent in the box of tarts before retiring to the sofa. Hannah had kicked off her shoes and had her legs across Peter’s lap and was curled into his side. One of Peter’s arms was wrapped around her back while the hand of the other drew meaningless patterns on the thigh of her jeans.
The television played an old repeat of The West Wing (her insistence as he had never really watched). But it mostly provided background noise as they were more interested in each other. They took turns nuzzling each other’s necks and would punctuate that with long, lazy kisses. Peter was doing something wonderful to Hannah’s earlobe when she pushed him back.
“Peter, I don’t know about you but I think I’ve been sufficiently wooed. It’s time.”
He studied her for a moment, dragging a finger down her cheek and then nodded. “Yeah, I think it is.” He moved her feet to the floor, stood and helped her do the same.
A myriad of thoughts ran through her head. She hoped her underwear would be to his liking as it wasn’t her fancy gear. She wondered how quick she could get his shirt off him and how. Should she bother with the buttons or just whip it over his head. Would he do the same with her thin jumper or would he make her do it? Did he have condoms or should she grab her bag? What would his bedroom look like? He had only pointed to the door before.
Most surprisingly, she was nervous. It had been a long time since she’d done this. Yes, Belle had had sex as recent as the night before but it had been a year or so for Hannah. Belle had seduced Tim the Wedding Shop Boy, not her. And it had been even longer since she’d had sex with any kind of emotion behind it. Not since before she and Ben had split.
When Peter opened the door, she stepped in first. The room was like the rest of the place: cosy, un-fussy and him. The bed was haphazardly made with a dark blue duvet that had faded with age and washing. The sheets were a lighter, almost-white blue. It wasn’t as large as hers but still had room for two. There was a cluttered nightstand stood to the side with a single lamp. The dresser had bottles with the tops off and other toiletries strewn about. A laundry basket in the corner had a trouser leg and jumper sleeve hanging out of it. The door to the wardrobe was slightly a jar. The last bit of sun light filtered through the sheers on the otherwise bare windows. She wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Peter put his hands on her shoulders. “Hannah, there’s something that needs to be said.”
‘Here it comes,’ she thought. ‘He’s going to work his way out of this. He’ll be polite, no doubt. I knew it was too good to last.’
“In the interest of full disclosure, I only made the bed in the off-chance we’d make it this far. Usually, I don’t bother. It just gets messed up again anyway.”
She laughed as relief washed over her. “I don’t mind. In fact, that’s quite sensible. Wish I could do the same.”
He brushed the hair away from her neck. “Good, because I would quite like to mess up those sheets with you.” He kissed the exposed skin and let his hands drift down her sides.
“Then let’s get to it.” She turned and kissed him properly as he backed them to the bed. Hannah sat and pulled herself to the middle.
Peter leaned down to meet her then pulled back a bit. “Do you want some music or something?”
“No. Actually, no. I prefer it like this.”
“But what about all those times when we…?”
“I was setting a mood. Being a professional. That was Belle. This is me and being with you is enough of a mood setter.” She smiled at him while biting her lip.
“Good because I really don’t want to leave the room.” Conversation ceased and clothing disappeared. He pulled opened the nightstand drawer, retrieved a packet and sheathed himself while she climbed under the covers. It wasn’t long before he joined her and was inside her.
She let herself go, didn’t rely on any of her tricks, just let it happen. And she decided there was never a sexier sound in the world than Peter moaning “Hannah” in her ear. She rolled them over so that she was on top and manoeuvred his hands to the touch her in the right spots. He came before she did but ever the gentleman, he made sure she finished as well.
It was one of, if not the most satisfying sexual experiences she’d had so far and she hoped to have the chance to top it. He lifted her off him and curled behind her.
“Hannah, you’re amazing. Thank you for waiting for this.”
“Thank you for thinking I’m worth the wait. But just so you know, now that we’ve started, this isn’t going to stop.”
He chuckled into her hair. “Whatever you say. You’re in charge.”
“Yes, I am.” She reached over and clicked of the lamp. She fell asleep after he did, just enjoying being held. They went again in the middle of the night and again in the morning.
She knew it was an awful, tacky cliché and had someone said it to her, she would have rolled her eyes and mocked them. But, yeah, she had made love that night, not just had sex. And it was wonderful. She’d had better shags but it had never made her feel like this afterward.
Then next morning, after a shower, she borrowed his toothbrush while he had a shower of his own. He still sang. “…Never chew a pickle, with a little slap and tickle…”
She stuck her head into the curtain. “Is that a request? Though I never got the pickle bit.”
He smiled at her. “Then how about this: Take me I'm yours because dreams are made of this. Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss…” He leaned forward, lips puckered.
After a quick peck, she laughed and said, “Hurry up. I’ll take you to breakfast.”
They ate a diner near Peter’s flat, then said a sweet goodbye before she hailed a cab and he took off for the Tube. Hannah was grinning for the rest of the day.
Over the next two weeks, they had several dates and when their schedules allowed, they ended up in bed, always his. She knew they would eventually end up back in hers but she quite liked being in his space. She didn’t have to pretend with him. She was Hannah and that was all he asked.
Hannah met Ben at hers to head off to Sunday dinner with her parents. Her family had pretty much adopted him ever since they dated. She had spent the night at Peter’s again and rushed home to change. She made a mental note that she should start bringing clothes with her. She had just put on her shoes when Ben knocked.
Once there, her mum asked for help in the kitchen and since Jackie had her hands full with the baby, the task was put to Hannah.
“You’re looking lovely, dear.”
“You think?” Hannah looked down at her jumper and jeans. Nothing fancy, suitable for the ever cooling weather.
“You look happy. Happier than you’ve been in a long time.”
Hannah smiled. “That’s because I am, Mum.” She was handed a dish.
As they started back to the other room, her mother announced, “I think you and Ben should get back together.”
“Mum!”
“You two get on. He’s handsome. We like him. You can’t be single forever.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen. He’s my best friend. That’s it.”
They reached the table where everyone else was seated. “Why not?”
Hannah dropped the bowl she was carrying onto the table and slid into her seat. “Well, because I’m seeing someone, for one.”
All activity ceased and all eyes turned to her.
“Really?!” her mum, dad and sister said together. Ben’s eyes just got large.
“Yeah. His name is Peter Carlisle.” Ben’s fork paused on the way to his mouth, recognition flitting across his face. He shrugged it off and took the bite.
“What does he do? How did you meet?” Her mother switched on her grilling mode.
“He’s a detective inspector at Scotland Yard. I met him through work.” Ben choked.
“Are you okay, dear?” Mrs. Baxter patted him on the back.
“Fine. Thanks.” He stared at Hannah with a look that clearly said they would be talking later. Hannah nodded in acknowledgement.
“And you found a single policeman. That’s a good job.” She knew when her mum was like this it was best to tell as much truth as possible.
“It is. He doesn’t make as much as I do but I don’t care about that. He’s divorced.” She rolled her eyes at the gasp. “A long time ago she left him for another man. He didn’t want to let her go. He’s had one serious relationship since then and it ended badly. That’s why he moved to London.”
“Where did he come from then?”
“Originally, a small town outside of Glasgow.”
“When you say ‘a long time ago,’ how long is that?”
“He’s older than I am if that’s what you’re asking.”
“How much older?”
“He’s 36. He’ll turn 37 in a couple of months.”
“Hannah!”
“What? Maybe I need someone more mature. He suits me in a way I didn’t think possible. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months. We knew each other for a while before that. He treats me well and makes me happy. Isn’t that enough?”
“I suppose.”
“Good but I was going to keep seeing him anyway.” Hannah slumped back into her chair. The rest of the meal was had in silence. Afterwards she helped Jackie with her things while the baby was settled into the car seat by the father.
“Is he cute?”
“Jackie!”
“Is he?”
“Gorgeous. Skinny. Scruffy.” She smiled to herself. “Irresistible.”
“Oh Hannah, sometimes I wish I had your life.”
“Believe me when I say, you really wouldn’t like it, Jackie.” They said goodbye and when she went back in, her dad was waiting.
“Youngest.”
“Father.” He opened his arms and she gratefully went to him.
“Be happy, love. If this Peter does that for you, then so be it.”
“He really does, Dad.”
“But know this: he’ll never be good enough for you.” They shared a laugh.
“You’ll like him. It’s hard not to. You’ll like him in spite of yourself. It’s what happened to me.”
The first part of the trip back was spent in silence. Finally, Ben turned to her. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“You know what, Han. You’ve not only been seeing someone, it’s someone I thought was out of your life. When did it change?”
Hannah shifted a bit. “He never stopped coming to see me. Just the dynamics changed. He was cold and distant and I was partially to blame for that. Then that time I couldn’t get a hold of you, I called the next person I felt safest with.”
“I thought you said you called the cops.”
“I did. Well, one of them anyways. If it weren’t for him… He’s my hero. My knight in very battered armour.” She smiled wistfully as Ben put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Anyways, a few weeks later I was at that coffee shop in the city you’d told me to check out and it happened to be a regular spot for him. We started talking, telling some hard truths and he asked me out on the proviso that we end our business relationship. I said yes. After our first date, he kissed me goodnight and told me he was going to woo me and the like.”
“You mean you didn’t…?”
“No. And not for lack of wanting to either. He told me it was part of the wooing process. That he wanted to prove to me that he liked me and not just my body. We dated for a couple of months before slept together. And I didn’t tell you because, well, I liked having something to myself. Like keeping it a secret wouldn’t ruin it.”
Ben let out a low whistle. “You’ve either gone completely mental or are really gone on this guy. You got me into the sack a week after we met!”
“Well, I just wanted the one thing from you. I can’t stand you otherwise. Ow!” She squealed when he pinched her side. The cab arrived outside her building. They paid and went up. “I do really like him. Waiting proved to me that I’m a pretty special person who’s worth it.” She groaned. “Did that come out as cheesy as it sounded?”
“More so. When did you last see him?”
Hannah grinned. “This morning. I got back from his and changed right before you got here.
“You tart!”
“Yep!”
“Can I meet him?”
“I don’t see why not. I’ve met his best friend. That was an experience. When do you want to?”
“That was too easy. Either you have way too much confidence in him or you want me to scare him off.”
“I’m confident. You know that.” Actually, Hannah was scared to death. Ben had called her bluff, like he always did, and she covered it with another one. Still, at this point it was best to just rip off the bandage. “What are you doing right now? I’ll give him a call.”
“Sure. I don’t have to be at the club tonight.”
Hannah pulled out her mobile while Ben flipped through the channels. “Hey, it’s me. Are you busy?”
“Have we reached the ‘it’s me’ point already? Good to know. And no, I’m not. Why? You miss me?”
She smiled at the thought of his grin at the other end. “That’s neither here nor there. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Can you come over to mine?”
“Sound ominous. I’ll pick up pizza along the way. Always a safe way to break the tension.”
Hannah said goodbye and went to Ben, fixing him with a hard look.
“What?”
“Behave. Be nice at least to his face. And remember, he has the right to arrest you.”
“Fine. But I promise nothing when he’s not in earshot.”
They pretended to watch telly until the buzzer went. Hannah went to let Peter up and Ben lagged behind. They kissed on the cheek once she let him in and took the boxes from him.
“Peter, this is my best friend Ben. Ben, this is Peter.”
“Pleasure.”
“Same.” Hannah watched as they shook hands. Then they didn’t let go. Then the grip in their hands tightened. The tension travelled up their arms and necks to their faces. They stared one another down.
Hannah tried desperately not to laugh. They were trying to out-man each other! These two men, who she both cared for and had seen naked and as such she knew could be blown over by stiff wind, were attempting to prove which one had more testosterone. While hilarious, it was also sweet. They wouldn’t bother if they didn’t think she was worth it.
Neither wanted to back down and she was getting bored. “Right, food’s getting cold. Oh, and you brought coleslaw. How nice.” The boys knew to end it there and followed behind, keeping pace and watching one another out the corners of their eyes. “I think we’ll eat on the balcony. Nice day for it. Here.” She shoved the boxes at Ben and fixed him with a look. After rolling his eyes, he went out the glass doors. She motioned for Peter to follow her into the kitchen.
Once there, he swept down and captured her lips with his own. When they pulled back, she sighed happily. “Mmm. Hello.”
“Hello. Hey!” He rubbed his arm where she just smacked it.
“I’ll tell you what I told him. Behave.”
He grinned at her. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”
“Peter.”
“I’ll be good.” She handed him some plates and followed him out with bottles of beer. Once everything was dished out, Peter broke the silence. “So, Ben, what do you do for a living?”
“I manage a club. I like it. It’s quiet, not too trendy. You should come in sometime.” Hannah knocked his foot to get his attention and mouthed thanks.
Peter nodded and smiled. “I’d like that. Well, that is if it’s okay with Hannah.”
“Absolutely. Plus, free drinks!” She bounced in her seat, loving that they were at least pretending to get along.
“For him maybe but you’re cut off, you lush.” Ben threw his napkin at Hannah.
“Hey! That woman ran into me. Besides, you should be thanking me.” She turned to Peter. “She whipped her top off right there and then and her breasts were very nice.”
“And she did go home with me.”
“You didn’t tell me! Well done.”
“Yeah. Thank you Hannah for getting me shagged. It was all you. Peter, did you always want to be a copper?”
“Actually, no. I was the average teenaged scrapper. The local constabulary highly suggested I go into national service or end up in jail. I told the officer that anyone could do his job and I went into the academy to prove it and make him mad. I just happened to be good at it and had no desire to learn anything else as a trade. “
Ben smiled. “So, you’re fundamentally lazy.”
“You could say that.”
“No wonder you two get on so well.”
“There’s other reasons. Like the love of a savoury spread which I understand you do not share.”
Hannah was touched. “You remembered that?”
“I remember most of what you tell me.”
“You both need your heads examined. That stuff is vile.” Ben shook his head. The rest of evening was spent in easy conversation. When the pizza and beer had been polished off, Hannah walked Ben to the door. “Yeah, except for the Marmite thing, he seems decent enough. Not as good looking as me.”
“Well, impossible standards there.” She kissed his cheek goodbye and found Peter cleaning up. “Now for you.” He looked up in alarm. “You were very good.”
He very visibly relaxed. “I was, wasn’t I?” He preened.
“And good boys get treats.” She led him to the bedroom by his belt loops on his jean. Once there, she flipped off her top. His mouth found the edges of the cups of her dusky lilac bra as his hands fumbled with her jeans.
She had managed to open his trousers and had pulled his jumper over his head when he stepped back. “Do your bra and knickers always match?” He pointed to the lace at her hips.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” She winked at him and squealed as he picked her up and dumped her onto the bed.
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Hannah Baxter
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Hannah has a birthday, there's been enough wooing, the Baxters and Ben find out Hannah's not single, and Ben meets Peter.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. And Hannah's undies are here, in case you were wondering what she wear in her off-hours. Well, sometimes. Peter and Hannah continued dating for the next few weeks.
They’d meet for a drink or dinner after he would get off of work and when she had time between her own jobs. They would catch the odd film if there was time. On the weekends, they held to their promise to tour the museums. They had a pause in the British Museum when they reached the room with Roman statues and one of them bore a very close resemblance to Hannah at first glance. They were almost kicked out of the Tate Modern as they provided their own commentary for a rather avant-garde showing and the artist happened to hear them. They made plans to go on the ghost tour that would be starting up in the next month. They spent a good part of a Saturday with the tourists at the Tower of London and did everything from staring at Traitor’s Gate to touring the Jewel Room. They kept a disposable camera at the ready each time.
When Hannah’s birthday rolled around, she took the day off. She had lunch with her family and spent her afternoon mucking about with Ben. Peter showed up after work with a couple of DVDs, takeaway and cupcakes, one of which had a candle stuck in it.
“I’m not sure of the gift etiquette when it comes to someone you’ve been dating for a short time. Do you get a gift or not? If so, what?”
Hannah considered it for a bit. “I don’t know. Would it be weird? I’ll be honest, this isn’t a position I’ve ever been in before.”
He fumbled in his pocket. “Well, just in case.” She unwrapped a miniature Big Ben. “For the collection."
“It’s perfect.” She set in on the shelf with all the other knick knacks she had acquired in their outings. She picked up the movies.
“I brought a variety, for whatever mood struck.”
Hannah grinned. “You like Serpico?”
“I’m a cop,” he offered in explanation. “You?”
“One of my favourites. Oliver Twist?”
Peter didn’t even bat an eye. “I’ll have you know, I’m secure enough in my heterosexuality to proudly be a fan of musicals. Wasn’t sure if you were or not, so I brought something safe.”
“I don’t really have strong feelings one way or the other. Have you ever seen a West End show?”
“No. Want to though. But not Les Miz. I realise it’s an unpopular opinion, but I hate that show.”
“Me too! Peter, I think we’ll get along just fine. Ooo, and Shaun of the Dead. I love Simon Pegg.” She grinned at him.
“Excellent. If you weren’t, I was going to pass it off as the scary date movie.”
“But it’s not scary. It’s funny with zombies.”
“True, but to the untrained eye…”
“Yep. Now, I smell Chinese.”
The rest of the night was spent eating and then curled together in front of the telly. They eventually ended up on their sides; Hannah’s body curved against Peter’s, his arm wound around her waist as his hand drifted beneath her top and settled on her stomach. They found themselves like that the next morning. While it hadn’t been Hannah’s first thought when spending the night with Peter came to mind, she had no complaints.
The nights spent in watching movies or marathons of television series became a regular thing after that, each exposing the other to their tastes. It was almost as common to have them fall asleep together that way as well. The mornings after always erased any doubts she had about him losing interest in her sexually. She quite enjoyed torturing him by pressing her hips back into his. When he would groan, she would give him a look telling him to do something about it. He’d just kiss her before begging off home to get ready for work.
Hannah didn’t realise until then that it was possible to be sexually frustrated in her line of work. Yes, she was getting laid on a more than regular basis, but it wasn’t with who she wanted. Her clients were reaping the benefits as she was enthusiastic when her thoughts would stray and they usually did. Not to mention the time she spent alone. She seriously considered buying stock in a battery company, knowing she’d single-handedly made the numbers rise. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t know what he was like in bed. But she did and she missed it.
And yet, she loved being with someone she knew wanted to be with her. Yes, he liked her body but it was more than that. He seemed to like Hannah the person. She had the feeling he’d be just as happy to walk along the river hand-in-hand as he would being buried inside her while in bed. She wasn’t used to being with someone like that. She honestly didn’t think she deserved it. But he seem to have his own set of baggage, so it seemed so it worked.
They didn’t always agree but were learning to live with the differences. He was learning to accept her love of movies with subtitles and she was dealing with his constant need to be eating. There were bigger problems as well but they were taking it one step at a time.
The coffee shop became a regular spot as well. It was an easy place to meet during the day. Peter was sure to get their orders when Shareece was working. They liked it there as they both agreed they enjoyed the fact it wasn’t some corporate chain, though those has their advantages.
One night in Hannah was holding the hand attached to the arm Peter had draped over her shoulder. “Why do we always do this here?”
“What’s that?” Peter looked at her over the top of his glasses, which seemed to be drifting further down his nose.
“Why are we always at mine and never yours? You ashamed of me or something?” She gave his side a playful poke.
“Not at all. Never thought about it actually. Your place is nicer than mine. But I’ll let you judge that for yourself. Hannah, would you do me the honour of joining me at my flat for dinner? I’ll cook and all.”
“I’d love to. You cook?”
“Yes, I cook. Mostly pub fare and breakfast but I’m good at what I know.”
Hannah arrived at his building a little early. While it wasn’t as posh (not that she ever considered herself that) as hers, it wasn’t a bad place. She shifted the box under her arm and went to find his door. She had promised to bring dessert. It was a collection of the fruit tarts from a place Ben had introduced her to a while back.
After she knocked, she was greeted by Peter with a smile and a kiss to the cheek. He took the box and led her inside. “So, tour. Kitchen/dining area here, which leads off to the sitting room.”
It wasn’t flash. The whole place looked lived-in and comfortable. A lot like its resident. The kitchen was small but manoeuvrable and separated from the dining area by a counter. The table and chairs were wooden and slightly dinged around the edges. The sitting room consisted of a sofa with cushions one could get lost in, a mismatched chair and ottoman, coffee table scattered with remote controls and papers (none of it appearing to be rubbish) a side board with the expected electronics: small stereo, VCR, DVD player, digital box, and a rather nice flat screen television. By the window to the left was a small desk with even more papers and a laptop. After taking in the room, Hannah said, “Excellent telly.”
“A man has standards for such things.” He took her back down the hall she’d entered. “Loo to the left. Bedroom to the right. Welcome to my humble abode. Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He took her hand and led her back to the table. “Too bad. You showed up early, so it’s not ready yet. What’s for dessert?”
“Me,” she almost answered but instead leaned on the counter while he set about opening the box. “Fruit tarts. Brought a variety and they come highly recommended.” She watched him move around room. He had on his glasses, his shirt was more out of waistband than in, the stubble on his face was very prevalent, there was a dish towel thrown over his shoulder and he was one of the most attractive things she’d ever seen.
He looked up and smiled at her. “Hope you like Shepherd’s pie.”
“I do. So, did you really go all out or did you just stack some pots in the sink to impress me?”
He looked very offended. “Come here to me.” She did. He pointed to the rubbish bin. “Potato peelings, carrot peelings, Styrofoam tray from the lamb, tomato puree can. I forwent the mushrooms. Can’t stand those."
“Very well. Carrot peelings?”
“You don’t peel your carrots before chopping them?”
“On the off chance I do buy them, I get the bag of cut ones. When I was growing up my mum and sister did all the cooking. Dad and I did the cleaning.”
“Well, be aware, food takes time to get right if you make it yourself. Glass of wine? It’s red that goes with lamb, right?”
“I’d love some and I honestly don’t care as long as it’s alcohol. But yes, red goes with lamb.”
Peter checked the timer on the cooker. “Just about ready. Would you take the bottle and glasses and I’ll get the plates?”
The table was set and the food served. Peter dug in with his usual vigour. Hannah prepared herself to politely shove the food around her plate and feign not being hungry contrary to her previous statement. She took a small bite. “It’s good! It’s really good.”
“You seem surprised. I told you I could cook.” He looked appropriately offended.
“Yeah, but you could have just been saying that. Impressing the girl and all that.”
“Oh Hannah, I haven’t lied to you yet, and I’ll try hard not to, but I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. Besides, I already know I impress you.” He blocked the napkin that came sailing his way with this arm. “Now, if you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?”
“You know bringing up a song whose video has children being ground up like sausages isn’t the most appetising thing. And I brought the pudding. I can take it away.”
His eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t! Please forgive me!”
“I’ll think about it. And you could use a bit of fattening up. Though, I’ve seen you eat and I hate your metabolism.”
“I can live with that.”
The rest of dinner consisted of their usual small talk, good natured ribbing and flirting. They had also made a sizable dent in the box of tarts before retiring to the sofa. Hannah had kicked off her shoes and had her legs across Peter’s lap and was curled into his side. One of Peter’s arms was wrapped around her back while the hand of the other drew meaningless patterns on the thigh of her jeans.
The television played an old repeat of The West Wing (her insistence as he had never really watched). But it mostly provided background noise as they were more interested in each other. They took turns nuzzling each other’s necks and would punctuate that with long, lazy kisses. Peter was doing something wonderful to Hannah’s earlobe when she pushed him back.
“Peter, I don’t know about you but I think I’ve been sufficiently wooed. It’s time.”
He studied her for a moment, dragging a finger down her cheek and then nodded. “Yeah, I think it is.” He moved her feet to the floor, stood and helped her do the same.
A myriad of thoughts ran through her head. She hoped her underwear would be to his liking as it wasn’t her fancy gear. She wondered how quick she could get his shirt off him and how. Should she bother with the buttons or just whip it over his head. Would he do the same with her thin jumper or would he make her do it? Did he have condoms or should she grab her bag? What would his bedroom look like? He had only pointed to the door before.
Most surprisingly, she was nervous. It had been a long time since she’d done this. Yes, Belle had had sex as recent as the night before but it had been a year or so for Hannah. Belle had seduced Tim the Wedding Shop Boy, not her. And it had been even longer since she’d had sex with any kind of emotion behind it. Not since before she and Ben had split.
When Peter opened the door, she stepped in first. The room was like the rest of the place: cosy, un-fussy and him. The bed was haphazardly made with a dark blue duvet that had faded with age and washing. The sheets were a lighter, almost-white blue. It wasn’t as large as hers but still had room for two. There was a cluttered nightstand stood to the side with a single lamp. The dresser had bottles with the tops off and other toiletries strewn about. A laundry basket in the corner had a trouser leg and jumper sleeve hanging out of it. The door to the wardrobe was slightly a jar. The last bit of sun light filtered through the sheers on the otherwise bare windows. She wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Peter put his hands on her shoulders. “Hannah, there’s something that needs to be said.”
‘Here it comes,’ she thought. ‘He’s going to work his way out of this. He’ll be polite, no doubt. I knew it was too good to last.’
“In the interest of full disclosure, I only made the bed in the off-chance we’d make it this far. Usually, I don’t bother. It just gets messed up again anyway.”
She laughed as relief washed over her. “I don’t mind. In fact, that’s quite sensible. Wish I could do the same.”
He brushed the hair away from her neck. “Good, because I would quite like to mess up those sheets with you.” He kissed the exposed skin and let his hands drift down her sides.
“Then let’s get to it.” She turned and kissed him properly as he backed them to the bed. Hannah sat and pulled herself to the middle.
Peter leaned down to meet her then pulled back a bit. “Do you want some music or something?”
“No. Actually, no. I prefer it like this.”
“But what about all those times when we…?”
“I was setting a mood. Being a professional. That was Belle. This is me and being with you is enough of a mood setter.” She smiled at him while biting her lip.
“Good because I really don’t want to leave the room.” Conversation ceased and clothing disappeared. He pulled opened the nightstand drawer, retrieved a packet and sheathed himself while she climbed under the covers. It wasn’t long before he joined her and was inside her.
She let herself go, didn’t rely on any of her tricks, just let it happen. And she decided there was never a sexier sound in the world than Peter moaning “Hannah” in her ear. She rolled them over so that she was on top and manoeuvred his hands to the touch her in the right spots. He came before she did but ever the gentleman, he made sure she finished as well.
It was one of, if not the most satisfying sexual experiences she’d had so far and she hoped to have the chance to top it. He lifted her off him and curled behind her.
“Hannah, you’re amazing. Thank you for waiting for this.”
“Thank you for thinking I’m worth the wait. But just so you know, now that we’ve started, this isn’t going to stop.”
He chuckled into her hair. “Whatever you say. You’re in charge.”
“Yes, I am.” She reached over and clicked of the lamp. She fell asleep after he did, just enjoying being held. They went again in the middle of the night and again in the morning.
She knew it was an awful, tacky cliché and had someone said it to her, she would have rolled her eyes and mocked them. But, yeah, she had made love that night, not just had sex. And it was wonderful. She’d had better shags but it had never made her feel like this afterward.
Then next morning, after a shower, she borrowed his toothbrush while he had a shower of his own. He still sang. “…Never chew a pickle, with a little slap and tickle…”
She stuck her head into the curtain. “Is that a request? Though I never got the pickle bit.”
He smiled at her. “Then how about this: Take me I'm yours because dreams are made of this. Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss…” He leaned forward, lips puckered.
After a quick peck, she laughed and said, “Hurry up. I’ll take you to breakfast.”
They ate a diner near Peter’s flat, then said a sweet goodbye before she hailed a cab and he took off for the Tube. Hannah was grinning for the rest of the day.
Over the next two weeks, they had several dates and when their schedules allowed, they ended up in bed, always his. She knew they would eventually end up back in hers but she quite liked being in his space. She didn’t have to pretend with him. She was Hannah and that was all he asked.
Hannah met Ben at hers to head off to Sunday dinner with her parents. Her family had pretty much adopted him ever since they dated. She had spent the night at Peter’s again and rushed home to change. She made a mental note that she should start bringing clothes with her. She had just put on her shoes when Ben knocked.
Once there, her mum asked for help in the kitchen and since Jackie had her hands full with the baby, the task was put to Hannah.
“You’re looking lovely, dear.”
“You think?” Hannah looked down at her jumper and jeans. Nothing fancy, suitable for the ever cooling weather.
“You look happy. Happier than you’ve been in a long time.”
Hannah smiled. “That’s because I am, Mum.” She was handed a dish.
As they started back to the other room, her mother announced, “I think you and Ben should get back together.”
“Mum!”
“You two get on. He’s handsome. We like him. You can’t be single forever.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen. He’s my best friend. That’s it.”
They reached the table where everyone else was seated. “Why not?”
Hannah dropped the bowl she was carrying onto the table and slid into her seat. “Well, because I’m seeing someone, for one.”
All activity ceased and all eyes turned to her.
“Really?!” her mum, dad and sister said together. Ben’s eyes just got large.
“Yeah. His name is Peter Carlisle.” Ben’s fork paused on the way to his mouth, recognition flitting across his face. He shrugged it off and took the bite.
“What does he do? How did you meet?” Her mother switched on her grilling mode.
“He’s a detective inspector at Scotland Yard. I met him through work.” Ben choked.
“Are you okay, dear?” Mrs. Baxter patted him on the back.
“Fine. Thanks.” He stared at Hannah with a look that clearly said they would be talking later. Hannah nodded in acknowledgement.
“And you found a single policeman. That’s a good job.” She knew when her mum was like this it was best to tell as much truth as possible.
“It is. He doesn’t make as much as I do but I don’t care about that. He’s divorced.” She rolled her eyes at the gasp. “A long time ago she left him for another man. He didn’t want to let her go. He’s had one serious relationship since then and it ended badly. That’s why he moved to London.”
“Where did he come from then?”
“Originally, a small town outside of Glasgow.”
“When you say ‘a long time ago,’ how long is that?”
“He’s older than I am if that’s what you’re asking.”
“How much older?”
“He’s 36. He’ll turn 37 in a couple of months.”
“Hannah!”
“What? Maybe I need someone more mature. He suits me in a way I didn’t think possible. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months. We knew each other for a while before that. He treats me well and makes me happy. Isn’t that enough?”
“I suppose.”
“Good but I was going to keep seeing him anyway.” Hannah slumped back into her chair. The rest of the meal was had in silence. Afterwards she helped Jackie with her things while the baby was settled into the car seat by the father.
“Is he cute?”
“Jackie!”
“Is he?”
“Gorgeous. Skinny. Scruffy.” She smiled to herself. “Irresistible.”
“Oh Hannah, sometimes I wish I had your life.”
“Believe me when I say, you really wouldn’t like it, Jackie.” They said goodbye and when she went back in, her dad was waiting.
“Youngest.”
“Father.” He opened his arms and she gratefully went to him.
“Be happy, love. If this Peter does that for you, then so be it.”
“He really does, Dad.”
“But know this: he’ll never be good enough for you.” They shared a laugh.
“You’ll like him. It’s hard not to. You’ll like him in spite of yourself. It’s what happened to me.”
The first part of the trip back was spent in silence. Finally, Ben turned to her. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“You know what, Han. You’ve not only been seeing someone, it’s someone I thought was out of your life. When did it change?”
Hannah shifted a bit. “He never stopped coming to see me. Just the dynamics changed. He was cold and distant and I was partially to blame for that. Then that time I couldn’t get a hold of you, I called the next person I felt safest with.”
“I thought you said you called the cops.”
“I did. Well, one of them anyways. If it weren’t for him… He’s my hero. My knight in very battered armour.” She smiled wistfully as Ben put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Anyways, a few weeks later I was at that coffee shop in the city you’d told me to check out and it happened to be a regular spot for him. We started talking, telling some hard truths and he asked me out on the proviso that we end our business relationship. I said yes. After our first date, he kissed me goodnight and told me he was going to woo me and the like.”
“You mean you didn’t…?”
“No. And not for lack of wanting to either. He told me it was part of the wooing process. That he wanted to prove to me that he liked me and not just my body. We dated for a couple of months before slept together. And I didn’t tell you because, well, I liked having something to myself. Like keeping it a secret wouldn’t ruin it.”
Ben let out a low whistle. “You’ve either gone completely mental or are really gone on this guy. You got me into the sack a week after we met!”
“Well, I just wanted the one thing from you. I can’t stand you otherwise. Ow!” She squealed when he pinched her side. The cab arrived outside her building. They paid and went up. “I do really like him. Waiting proved to me that I’m a pretty special person who’s worth it.” She groaned. “Did that come out as cheesy as it sounded?”
“More so. When did you last see him?”
Hannah grinned. “This morning. I got back from his and changed right before you got here.
“You tart!”
“Yep!”
“Can I meet him?”
“I don’t see why not. I’ve met his best friend. That was an experience. When do you want to?”
“That was too easy. Either you have way too much confidence in him or you want me to scare him off.”
“I’m confident. You know that.” Actually, Hannah was scared to death. Ben had called her bluff, like he always did, and she covered it with another one. Still, at this point it was best to just rip off the bandage. “What are you doing right now? I’ll give him a call.”
“Sure. I don’t have to be at the club tonight.”
Hannah pulled out her mobile while Ben flipped through the channels. “Hey, it’s me. Are you busy?”
“Have we reached the ‘it’s me’ point already? Good to know. And no, I’m not. Why? You miss me?”
She smiled at the thought of his grin at the other end. “That’s neither here nor there. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Can you come over to mine?”
“Sound ominous. I’ll pick up pizza along the way. Always a safe way to break the tension.”
Hannah said goodbye and went to Ben, fixing him with a hard look.
“What?”
“Behave. Be nice at least to his face. And remember, he has the right to arrest you.”
“Fine. But I promise nothing when he’s not in earshot.”
They pretended to watch telly until the buzzer went. Hannah went to let Peter up and Ben lagged behind. They kissed on the cheek once she let him in and took the boxes from him.
“Peter, this is my best friend Ben. Ben, this is Peter.”
“Pleasure.”
“Same.” Hannah watched as they shook hands. Then they didn’t let go. Then the grip in their hands tightened. The tension travelled up their arms and necks to their faces. They stared one another down.
Hannah tried desperately not to laugh. They were trying to out-man each other! These two men, who she both cared for and had seen naked and as such she knew could be blown over by stiff wind, were attempting to prove which one had more testosterone. While hilarious, it was also sweet. They wouldn’t bother if they didn’t think she was worth it.
Neither wanted to back down and she was getting bored. “Right, food’s getting cold. Oh, and you brought coleslaw. How nice.” The boys knew to end it there and followed behind, keeping pace and watching one another out the corners of their eyes. “I think we’ll eat on the balcony. Nice day for it. Here.” She shoved the boxes at Ben and fixed him with a look. After rolling his eyes, he went out the glass doors. She motioned for Peter to follow her into the kitchen.
Once there, he swept down and captured her lips with his own. When they pulled back, she sighed happily. “Mmm. Hello.”
“Hello. Hey!” He rubbed his arm where she just smacked it.
“I’ll tell you what I told him. Behave.”
He grinned at her. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”
“Peter.”
“I’ll be good.” She handed him some plates and followed him out with bottles of beer. Once everything was dished out, Peter broke the silence. “So, Ben, what do you do for a living?”
“I manage a club. I like it. It’s quiet, not too trendy. You should come in sometime.” Hannah knocked his foot to get his attention and mouthed thanks.
Peter nodded and smiled. “I’d like that. Well, that is if it’s okay with Hannah.”
“Absolutely. Plus, free drinks!” She bounced in her seat, loving that they were at least pretending to get along.
“For him maybe but you’re cut off, you lush.” Ben threw his napkin at Hannah.
“Hey! That woman ran into me. Besides, you should be thanking me.” She turned to Peter. “She whipped her top off right there and then and her breasts were very nice.”
“And she did go home with me.”
“You didn’t tell me! Well done.”
“Yeah. Thank you Hannah for getting me shagged. It was all you. Peter, did you always want to be a copper?”
“Actually, no. I was the average teenaged scrapper. The local constabulary highly suggested I go into national service or end up in jail. I told the officer that anyone could do his job and I went into the academy to prove it and make him mad. I just happened to be good at it and had no desire to learn anything else as a trade. “
Ben smiled. “So, you’re fundamentally lazy.”
“You could say that.”
“No wonder you two get on so well.”
“There’s other reasons. Like the love of a savoury spread which I understand you do not share.”
Hannah was touched. “You remembered that?”
“I remember most of what you tell me.”
“You both need your heads examined. That stuff is vile.” Ben shook his head. The rest of evening was spent in easy conversation. When the pizza and beer had been polished off, Hannah walked Ben to the door. “Yeah, except for the Marmite thing, he seems decent enough. Not as good looking as me.”
“Well, impossible standards there.” She kissed his cheek goodbye and found Peter cleaning up. “Now for you.” He looked up in alarm. “You were very good.”
He very visibly relaxed. “I was, wasn’t I?” He preened.
“And good boys get treats.” She led him to the bedroom by his belt loops on his jean. Once there, she flipped off her top. His mouth found the edges of the cups of her dusky lilac bra as his hands fumbled with her jeans.
She had managed to open his trousers and had pulled his jumper over his head when he stepped back. “Do your bra and knickers always match?” He pointed to the lace at her hips.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” She winked at him and squealed as he picked her up and dumped her onto the bed.
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Date: 2008-10-16 07:45 pm (UTC)Now to read - but I already know it will be awesome!
I've been looking forward to this all day :D
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Date: 2008-10-16 08:34 pm (UTC)"Hannah watched as they shook hands. Then they didn’t let go. Then the grip in their hands tightened. The tension travelled up their arms and necks to their faces. They stared one another down."
^ Brilliant! Loved the rivalry. Still, they got on fine.
Awww this was such a cute chapter! And you mentioned Peter's love of musicals, as I'm sure he does considering he danced to The Boy With The In His Side as part of his arresting routine in the public eye! And a Simon Pegg reference! :D
Can't wait til the next chapter - I can't believe it's been chapter 13 already! :o
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:23 pm (UTC)Well, as I'm not writing this as a 'musical', Peter is a fan of them. For some reason people breaking into song and dance in the middle of their day is perfectly fine to him.
Yep, it goes by so fast sometimes.
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Date: 2008-10-16 07:57 pm (UTC)“I don’t see why not. I’ve met his best friend. That was an experience.
Will you be posting an outtake of this meeting? I would love to read all about it! :D
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:26 pm (UTC)Yeah, I wanted to do a different Who reference but I may save that one for later. As I had already established them going on a museum crawl, this one just fit. It's subtle and can be easily ignored by those who don't get it.
I maybe planning two outtakes from chapters yet to be posted. As for others, we'll have to wait and see.
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Date: 2008-10-16 08:36 pm (UTC)Small nitpick, because I'm a wannabe copy editor: It's Shaun of the Dead. I can see how the unconventional spelling may have thrown you off a bit.
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Date: 2008-10-17 05:04 am (UTC)I thought this was cute and hilarious. Just great work!
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:30 pm (UTC)Ben didn't choke because of the work thing. He choked because he recognized the name. Remember, the last he heard, they had had that big fight.
Ben may like Peter but as a man and Hannah's ex, he's going to find flaws!
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Date: 2008-10-18 02:13 pm (UTC)I can't wait to read more of this fic .:D
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:38 pm (UTC)Is she a prostitute in this or not??
xx
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