Complications Minor Chapter 14 (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: The gang goes out to a club and Hannah discovers a new drink and its after-effects.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.
Ben had been invited to the opening of a hot new dance club. He’d procured three more invites for Hannah, Peter and Monty. Hannah and Ben were meeting Peter and Monty there.
Peter and Monty had been waiting for all of two minutes and Monty had already scoped out five prospects. The rest of the quartet joined them, deep in conversation.
“It’s called fashion, Benjamin.” Hannah sighed.
“You’re gonna freeze your tits off, Hannah. But hey, not my problem anymore. It’s his. Hey Peter.”
“Ben.” The men already familiar with one another shook hands. He gestured to his right. “This is my partner and best friend, Monty Pippin.”
They shook as well. Hannah smiled. “Detective.”
Monty took one of her hands and raised it to his lips. “Ah, Hannah, favoured of God and veritable saint for thinking this…” he pointed to Peter, “is dateable. You have my sincerest best wishes.”
Everyone rolled their eyes as Hannah politely retrieved her hand and turned to kissed Peter’s cheek. “Hello.”
“Hi. Serious squabble?” He pointed back and forth between her and Ben.
“She’s wearing that top, if it can be called that, in this weather with no coat!” The top in questions consisted of a loop of sparkling fabric that hung from her neck and connected across the lower back by a thin cord. While it covered the important bits, it left everything else exposed. She paired it with low-riding jeans and stiletto boots. She was a knock-out.
“I’m used to it and I’ve worn less in worse weather. Besides, Peter knows why I’m wearing this.” He just smiled as he ran a finger down her spine. “And I’m counting on the fact that chivalry isn’t dead with this one.”
Peter’s smile grew. “True. I’ll make sure none of her bits get weather damaged.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Because I’m very fond of those bits and may want to do something with them later.”
“Get a room. Honestly, the behaviour of some people in public. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have women I need to seduce and then never call again.” Monty walked away with all the swagger he could muster.
The group eventually decided to station themselves at the bar so as to see the whole room, ease of getting drinks and the volume of the music wasn’t as loud. After the first round, Monty asked Hannah to the dance floor. Monty had a theory about making women come to him if they saw him dancing with another attractive woman. Ben and Peter watched as Hannah would playfully bat away his hands.
Ben leaned into Peter. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“What?”
“Those two. Your best friend doing that.”
“No. First of all, we both know she can handle herself. Next, for being the cad he is, Monty would never do that to me. He really is just using her for the attention; he’s not making a move. Also, I’m well aware of the men and some of the women watching her. I would be too. She’s the most stunning one in here and she knows it. And I’m a cocky enough bastard to know she’s coming home with me tonight.”
“You do see her as more than that though, right?”
“I appreciate your concern, but yes. I assume she told you we waited to jump back into bed.” Ben grinned and nodded. “I wanted to get to know her and I’m discovering every day I spend with her I like her more and more. Hannah knows almost every thing there is to know about me and she still wants to be with me. I don’t fancy messing that up.”
Ben took a drink then said, “Just don’t hurt her.”
“I can’t promise that. I’m a man with a temper. I lash out. I become something I hate. That being said, I will do anything to make it up to her. Can you honestly say neither of you did something in the heat of the moment that you regretted?”
“No, I suppose not. And I can’t fault you for being honest. However…”
“However, if I hurt her, I fully expect an arse-kicking from you.” The two men looked at each other and an understanding passed between them. “You’re a good friend Ben. Don’t let her forget that.”
“I try not to. And Hannah seems pretty fond of you, so, I supposed I should get to know you as well.”
“I’d like that.” They clinked glasses. “I should go rescue her.”
As Peter walked away Ben called, “Crook of the elbow.”
He came back. “What?”
“She has a thing for the crooks of her elbows. She loves it. Thought you should know.”
“Thanks.” As the Chemical Brothers pounded through the sound system, he found Hannah and Monty. His partner happily relinquished his date and Hannah gave him a sultry smile. He pulled her so that her back was to him. Their hips rocked in time to the beat.
Peter grasped the wrist of the hand she was using to caress his neck. He brought his lips to the bend of her arm and felt her shudder in a way he’d not felt her do outside of the bedroom.
He made a mental note to buy Ben his next two rounds.
The ensemble reconvened at their spot against the bar. Hannah was looking down at the other end when she announced, “Pretty!” The men followed her finger to a tray of drinks that were a colour not found in nature. “I’m having one. Anyone else?”
Peter shook his head. “Hannah, I may drink whatever fruity concoction you serve with produce and wooden things coming out of the top when we’re alone, but in public, I’m going to stick with standard fare.”
Hannah shrugged. “Your loss. Oi! Barman!”
Ben leaned in close to Peter. “You too, huh?”
“Yeah. But I’d never tell her I quite like them.”
Ben got excited. “Oh! Especially the one with the two things and the swirls!”
“Yes! It’s so good.”
Monty made his presence known. “You two frighten me. Benjamin, may I call you Benjamin? I’ve been led to understand you’ve come to your senses and are looking to play the field again. Since this one has lost his testicles to a monogamous relationship, I need someone to impart my wisdom to. A padawan. A Luke to my Yoda.”
“You’re a small green man with big ears?”
“Not helping, Carlisle.” He wrapped an arm around a bemused Ben’s shoulders. “Come with me.” And with that, they moved into the throng.
“That can’t be a good idea.” Hannah slid back to Peter’s side.
“Most likely not.”
“We should stop it.”
“Yep.”
“I can’t not watch.”
“Like a car wreck.”
“Well, Ben needs new experiences. Here.” She handed him a Scotch and took a sip of her newly found drink. “Mmmm. That’s tasty.” She paused. “Whoa, but it has a kick.” She downed it and ordered another before Peter was little more than through half his glass.
“You may want to slow down there, love.” Peter brushed a bit of hair behind Hannah’s ear. She wrapped her free arm around his waist.
“Spoil sport.”
“That’s me. Don’t know how you put up with it.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He pulled her closer. “I’ll remember you said that.”
“Wouldn’t be any fun if we didn’t have occasional issues with each other.” She took a sip. “Besides, that leads to fights, which lead to make-up sex.”
“Ah, there it is. You only want me for my body.”
“Yep.” She tilted her head back for a kiss and he complied.
As the evening wore on, Ben and Monty worked their way through the women while taking breaks for drinks of their own; Hannah downed a couple more of her cocktail; Peter nursed himself through a healthy amount of Scotch but seemed the least inebriated of the lot. They all took their turns on the dance floor, some better than others.
By the time they decided to call it a night, Peter and Monty discovered what Ben already knew: Hannah was a happy, flirty drunk. She kept her flirting contained to Peter at least. When they stepped out into the night, her choice of outfit showed it drawbacks and she rubbed her arms to generate heat. Peter removed his coat and dropped it on her shoulders. She beamed up at him. “Ooo, such a gentleman. Hi.”
“Hello. I do believe you’re a wee bit pissed.”
She pouted. “No, I’m not.” Then she grinned. “I’m fantastically, spectacularly pissed!”
He waggled a finger in front of her nose to scold her which she attempted to follow but just made her cross-eyed. “I told you to slow down.”
“But it was so pretty and it tasted so good.”
“Hmm.”
Ben joined them. “What are we going to do about her?”
Peter watched her trying very hard to keep her balance. “I’ll make sure she gets to bed.”
“Woo hoo!”
“I’ll take her to mine. It’s closer.”
“Woo hoo!”
“She needs to sleep it off.”
“Boo!” During the exchange Hannah had put on Peter’s coat properly and was dancing in a circle around him. He caught her and she sighed happily against him.
“Thanks. I’d worry she’d get out again if I dropped her at hers.” Ben smirked. “And I have a prospect that’s looking good back inside.”
Peter smiled and shook his hand. “Good luck.”
Monty grinned over at his partner as he hailed a cab and poured the nameless woman on his arm into it. “Have fun.”
Peter grinned back. “Sod off.” He looked down at the figure humming into his chest. “Right, now for you.” He hailed a cab for them and shuffled her in.
After giving the driver the address, Hannah mumbled, “I’m going to Peter’s flat. I like Peter.”
“And Peter likes Hannah. Even when she’s like this.”
When they arrived, he ushered her up the stairs and in, where Hannah immediately shucked his coat and kicked off her shoes.
She turned and crooked her finger at him. “Peee-terrr. Come heeereee.”
He cocked his head. “Hannah, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re drunk off your arse.”
In her attempt to look over her shoulder at said body part, she spun in neat little circles and then sat hard on the edge of the sofa. In complete seriousness she said, “But you like my arse. I know you do. You stare at it enough and you’ve told me you like it. And I like yours. Even if it is on the small side.”
He held his hand out to her. When she smiled and shook her head, he took action. “Come on you.” He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“And there it is! Hello, tiny bum!” She continued to baby talk his bottom the whole trip to the bedroom.
He righted her and said, “Stay here.” She nodded solemnly. He returned with bottles of water. “We need to keep you hydrated. Oh.” In the brief time he’d been gone Hannah managed to strip down to her boy shorts. He picked up a discarded Oxford sitting on top of a large pile of laundry and shoved Hannah’s unwilling arms into the sleeves. As he buttoned the shirt up, she pouted at him in a way that, had she been more coherent, made him want to do more than just tuck her into his bed to sleep it off. He knew how she stayed in business. “Into bed.”
“That’s more like it.”
“I’m going to get a receptacle for in case whatever is in your belly decides it wants to retrace its steps. I want you to drink that water anytime you’re conscious. You need to stay hydrated.” Hannah climbed under the bed clothes and blew a raspberry at him. “Glad that’s understood.”
She was asleep when he set the bowl on the floor beside her. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. He put on his pyjama bottoms and t-shirt, turned off the lights and got into bed next to her. “Good night, you beautiful ball of trouble.”
Hannah snorted and rolled over; in the process her hand flew out and smacked him in the face. He calmly took it in his own and rested them both on his stomach. Peter fell asleep with a smile.
Hannah woke in a haze. She vaguely remembered leaving the club and something about hydration. As she had serious cotton mouth, water did sound like a good idea. She also felt surrounded by Peter, or his scent anyway, but he wasn’t holding her. The only places they were touching were their legs and the gently joined hands lying on his chest. It was sweet but slightly hindered her mobility.
She extracted herself and sat up. The room spun and she almost went right back down. When things came back into focus, she noticed she was wearing one of his shirts. This was a first. It was the first time she had ever worn anything while in Peter’s bed, not that she minded.
After downing half a bottle of water, Hannah made her way to the loo. She didn’t feel nauseated, at least not yet, but she did have to pee. In the short trip, the sleeves of the shirt fell well below her fingertips, especially with the cuffs opened. She finished her business, sipped more water and got back into bed before the inevitable hangover headache totally kicked in.
Peter had barely moved. She had discerned he slept like the dead usually with an arm thrown over his head and mouth slightly agape. Hannah smiled, placed her head on his chest and wrapped one of his arms around her back which he tightened on instinct.
When she woke again it was to a sliver of sunlight peaking through the crack in the curtain, a pounding head and an empty spot next to her in bed. She put on Peter’s sunglasses which she found on his dresser and shuffled out to meet the day. Peter was puttering around the kitchen so she sat herself at the table, resting her chin on the edge. She growled at the sounds coming from the adjacent room. Soon, two arms set things into her line of vision. Then she felt a kiss on her temple and heard a softly whispered, “Morning.”
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.” She shoved herself upright. “What’s all this?”
“Alka-Seltzer, water for that, burnt toast, and a concoction that you should just drink and not ask what’s in it but will make you feel better. And if none of that works, we’ll go get you some Irn-Bru.”
She watched both of the liquids in front of her bubble. She figured the best course of action was to pinch her nose and chug the mystery mixture. “Cheers.” She winced a couple of times but finished it all. “You’re right. I don’t want to know what’s in it. Do you have anything for the toast?” He smiled and shoved a bottle towards her. “Ooo, the squeezy kind.” Peter smirked while she nursed the Alka-Seltzer. “What? You’ve never had too much to drink?”
“I didn’t say anything. And yes, I have. There was this time at the academy when I woke up in someone’s house in nothing but a bobby’s hat.”
“I didn’t do anything…interesting, did I?”
“There was the piece on the wonder that is my bum and all things considered, it is pretty fantastic. So, no.”
“Good.” Her toast paused on its way to her mouth. “A bobby’s hat?”
“Yeah.” He picked at his own breakfast.
“Is there a picture?”
“Yes.”
“Can I…?”
“No. I’m going to get ready.”
As Hannah’s head returned to its normal size, she started to ponder the possibilities if she could get her hands on a bobby’s cap. She’d make a few phone calls.
Peter returned showered, shaved and dressed. He sat next to her to put his shoes on. When he finished, she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands settled on her hips. “Hello there. Feeling better are we?”
“Yep.” She pushed the sunglasses into her hair. “But there is one method to cure a hangover we haven’t tried yet.” She kissed him and rocked her hips into his.
He returned her enthusiasm but still pulled back and checked his watch. “Hmm. Let’s see, stay here, shag my girlfriend on my dining table, be late for work and incur the wrath of a DCI who already hates me, or be on time for work, receive disappointed glances from the DCI who hates me and have a potentially embarrassing erection because I didn’t shag my girlfriend on my dining table. As much as I want to do the former, it’s going to have to be the latter. Sorry. I’ll make it up to you and the table though.”
“Fine.” She kissed him again and climbed off him. “I’ll just suffer then.”
He stood and gathered his things. “You do that. You can stay as long as you want. Just lock the door when you leave.” With one last kiss, he was off.
Hannah carried their dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. She’d happily let him wash them. While she debated what to do next, her mobile went off. She found it just before it went to voicemail. “Hello? Peter?”
“Hey. Just wanted to let you know, in case you feel the need to snoop, pornography in printed form can be found in the bed-side table. Pornography in video form can be found in the lower left drawer below the telly. And pornography Monty gave me can be found in the hazardous waste box in the back of the wardrobe.”
Hannah laughed. “Do you want me to rate them for you? Give it a professional perspective?”
“If you like.”
“I think I’ll pass today. It’s more of group project anyway. I seem to be in need of warmer clothing. So, I’m informing you now I’m borrowing something of yours.”
“Seeing you’re already in my shirt and looking good, all things considered, help yourself. Oh, the train’s going into a tunnel and slowing down. I’m afraid I’m going to lose the connection. I won’t see you until tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. Thank you for, well, everything. Peter?” His side, as expected, went dead. “One of the many reasons why I don’t do public transport on a regular basis.”
Hannah decided to bathe at home and set about gathering her things. She kept the shirt on and slipped on one of Peter’s jumpers. Her top was tiny enough it could fold up in the small bag she’d been carrying. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. A quick look in the mirror and she felt like she was back in university. Her boots had landed near the sofa. As she slipped them on, she was thankful that her heels were closed-toed for once.
As she stepped out into the hall, it dawned on her.
He had called her his girlfriend.
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: The gang goes out to a club and Hannah discovers a new drink and its after-effects.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.Ben had been invited to the opening of a hot new dance club. He’d procured three more invites for Hannah, Peter and Monty. Hannah and Ben were meeting Peter and Monty there.
Peter and Monty had been waiting for all of two minutes and Monty had already scoped out five prospects. The rest of the quartet joined them, deep in conversation.
“It’s called fashion, Benjamin.” Hannah sighed.
“You’re gonna freeze your tits off, Hannah. But hey, not my problem anymore. It’s his. Hey Peter.”
“Ben.” The men already familiar with one another shook hands. He gestured to his right. “This is my partner and best friend, Monty Pippin.”
They shook as well. Hannah smiled. “Detective.”
Monty took one of her hands and raised it to his lips. “Ah, Hannah, favoured of God and veritable saint for thinking this…” he pointed to Peter, “is dateable. You have my sincerest best wishes.”
Everyone rolled their eyes as Hannah politely retrieved her hand and turned to kissed Peter’s cheek. “Hello.”
“Hi. Serious squabble?” He pointed back and forth between her and Ben.
“She’s wearing that top, if it can be called that, in this weather with no coat!” The top in questions consisted of a loop of sparkling fabric that hung from her neck and connected across the lower back by a thin cord. While it covered the important bits, it left everything else exposed. She paired it with low-riding jeans and stiletto boots. She was a knock-out.
“I’m used to it and I’ve worn less in worse weather. Besides, Peter knows why I’m wearing this.” He just smiled as he ran a finger down her spine. “And I’m counting on the fact that chivalry isn’t dead with this one.”
Peter’s smile grew. “True. I’ll make sure none of her bits get weather damaged.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Because I’m very fond of those bits and may want to do something with them later.”
“Get a room. Honestly, the behaviour of some people in public. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have women I need to seduce and then never call again.” Monty walked away with all the swagger he could muster.
The group eventually decided to station themselves at the bar so as to see the whole room, ease of getting drinks and the volume of the music wasn’t as loud. After the first round, Monty asked Hannah to the dance floor. Monty had a theory about making women come to him if they saw him dancing with another attractive woman. Ben and Peter watched as Hannah would playfully bat away his hands.
Ben leaned into Peter. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“What?”
“Those two. Your best friend doing that.”
“No. First of all, we both know she can handle herself. Next, for being the cad he is, Monty would never do that to me. He really is just using her for the attention; he’s not making a move. Also, I’m well aware of the men and some of the women watching her. I would be too. She’s the most stunning one in here and she knows it. And I’m a cocky enough bastard to know she’s coming home with me tonight.”
“You do see her as more than that though, right?”
“I appreciate your concern, but yes. I assume she told you we waited to jump back into bed.” Ben grinned and nodded. “I wanted to get to know her and I’m discovering every day I spend with her I like her more and more. Hannah knows almost every thing there is to know about me and she still wants to be with me. I don’t fancy messing that up.”
Ben took a drink then said, “Just don’t hurt her.”
“I can’t promise that. I’m a man with a temper. I lash out. I become something I hate. That being said, I will do anything to make it up to her. Can you honestly say neither of you did something in the heat of the moment that you regretted?”
“No, I suppose not. And I can’t fault you for being honest. However…”
“However, if I hurt her, I fully expect an arse-kicking from you.” The two men looked at each other and an understanding passed between them. “You’re a good friend Ben. Don’t let her forget that.”
“I try not to. And Hannah seems pretty fond of you, so, I supposed I should get to know you as well.”
“I’d like that.” They clinked glasses. “I should go rescue her.”
As Peter walked away Ben called, “Crook of the elbow.”
He came back. “What?”
“She has a thing for the crooks of her elbows. She loves it. Thought you should know.”
“Thanks.” As the Chemical Brothers pounded through the sound system, he found Hannah and Monty. His partner happily relinquished his date and Hannah gave him a sultry smile. He pulled her so that her back was to him. Their hips rocked in time to the beat.
Peter grasped the wrist of the hand she was using to caress his neck. He brought his lips to the bend of her arm and felt her shudder in a way he’d not felt her do outside of the bedroom.
He made a mental note to buy Ben his next two rounds.
The ensemble reconvened at their spot against the bar. Hannah was looking down at the other end when she announced, “Pretty!” The men followed her finger to a tray of drinks that were a colour not found in nature. “I’m having one. Anyone else?”
Peter shook his head. “Hannah, I may drink whatever fruity concoction you serve with produce and wooden things coming out of the top when we’re alone, but in public, I’m going to stick with standard fare.”
Hannah shrugged. “Your loss. Oi! Barman!”
Ben leaned in close to Peter. “You too, huh?”
“Yeah. But I’d never tell her I quite like them.”
Ben got excited. “Oh! Especially the one with the two things and the swirls!”
“Yes! It’s so good.”
Monty made his presence known. “You two frighten me. Benjamin, may I call you Benjamin? I’ve been led to understand you’ve come to your senses and are looking to play the field again. Since this one has lost his testicles to a monogamous relationship, I need someone to impart my wisdom to. A padawan. A Luke to my Yoda.”
“You’re a small green man with big ears?”
“Not helping, Carlisle.” He wrapped an arm around a bemused Ben’s shoulders. “Come with me.” And with that, they moved into the throng.
“That can’t be a good idea.” Hannah slid back to Peter’s side.
“Most likely not.”
“We should stop it.”
“Yep.”
“I can’t not watch.”
“Like a car wreck.”
“Well, Ben needs new experiences. Here.” She handed him a Scotch and took a sip of her newly found drink. “Mmmm. That’s tasty.” She paused. “Whoa, but it has a kick.” She downed it and ordered another before Peter was little more than through half his glass.
“You may want to slow down there, love.” Peter brushed a bit of hair behind Hannah’s ear. She wrapped her free arm around his waist.
“Spoil sport.”
“That’s me. Don’t know how you put up with it.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He pulled her closer. “I’ll remember you said that.”
“Wouldn’t be any fun if we didn’t have occasional issues with each other.” She took a sip. “Besides, that leads to fights, which lead to make-up sex.”
“Ah, there it is. You only want me for my body.”
“Yep.” She tilted her head back for a kiss and he complied.
As the evening wore on, Ben and Monty worked their way through the women while taking breaks for drinks of their own; Hannah downed a couple more of her cocktail; Peter nursed himself through a healthy amount of Scotch but seemed the least inebriated of the lot. They all took their turns on the dance floor, some better than others.
By the time they decided to call it a night, Peter and Monty discovered what Ben already knew: Hannah was a happy, flirty drunk. She kept her flirting contained to Peter at least. When they stepped out into the night, her choice of outfit showed it drawbacks and she rubbed her arms to generate heat. Peter removed his coat and dropped it on her shoulders. She beamed up at him. “Ooo, such a gentleman. Hi.”
“Hello. I do believe you’re a wee bit pissed.”
She pouted. “No, I’m not.” Then she grinned. “I’m fantastically, spectacularly pissed!”
He waggled a finger in front of her nose to scold her which she attempted to follow but just made her cross-eyed. “I told you to slow down.”
“But it was so pretty and it tasted so good.”
“Hmm.”
Ben joined them. “What are we going to do about her?”
Peter watched her trying very hard to keep her balance. “I’ll make sure she gets to bed.”
“Woo hoo!”
“I’ll take her to mine. It’s closer.”
“Woo hoo!”
“She needs to sleep it off.”
“Boo!” During the exchange Hannah had put on Peter’s coat properly and was dancing in a circle around him. He caught her and she sighed happily against him.
“Thanks. I’d worry she’d get out again if I dropped her at hers.” Ben smirked. “And I have a prospect that’s looking good back inside.”
Peter smiled and shook his hand. “Good luck.”
Monty grinned over at his partner as he hailed a cab and poured the nameless woman on his arm into it. “Have fun.”
Peter grinned back. “Sod off.” He looked down at the figure humming into his chest. “Right, now for you.” He hailed a cab for them and shuffled her in.
After giving the driver the address, Hannah mumbled, “I’m going to Peter’s flat. I like Peter.”
“And Peter likes Hannah. Even when she’s like this.”
When they arrived, he ushered her up the stairs and in, where Hannah immediately shucked his coat and kicked off her shoes.
She turned and crooked her finger at him. “Peee-terrr. Come heeereee.”
He cocked his head. “Hannah, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re drunk off your arse.”
In her attempt to look over her shoulder at said body part, she spun in neat little circles and then sat hard on the edge of the sofa. In complete seriousness she said, “But you like my arse. I know you do. You stare at it enough and you’ve told me you like it. And I like yours. Even if it is on the small side.”
He held his hand out to her. When she smiled and shook her head, he took action. “Come on you.” He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“And there it is! Hello, tiny bum!” She continued to baby talk his bottom the whole trip to the bedroom.
He righted her and said, “Stay here.” She nodded solemnly. He returned with bottles of water. “We need to keep you hydrated. Oh.” In the brief time he’d been gone Hannah managed to strip down to her boy shorts. He picked up a discarded Oxford sitting on top of a large pile of laundry and shoved Hannah’s unwilling arms into the sleeves. As he buttoned the shirt up, she pouted at him in a way that, had she been more coherent, made him want to do more than just tuck her into his bed to sleep it off. He knew how she stayed in business. “Into bed.”
“That’s more like it.”
“I’m going to get a receptacle for in case whatever is in your belly decides it wants to retrace its steps. I want you to drink that water anytime you’re conscious. You need to stay hydrated.” Hannah climbed under the bed clothes and blew a raspberry at him. “Glad that’s understood.”
She was asleep when he set the bowl on the floor beside her. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. He put on his pyjama bottoms and t-shirt, turned off the lights and got into bed next to her. “Good night, you beautiful ball of trouble.”
Hannah snorted and rolled over; in the process her hand flew out and smacked him in the face. He calmly took it in his own and rested them both on his stomach. Peter fell asleep with a smile.
Hannah woke in a haze. She vaguely remembered leaving the club and something about hydration. As she had serious cotton mouth, water did sound like a good idea. She also felt surrounded by Peter, or his scent anyway, but he wasn’t holding her. The only places they were touching were their legs and the gently joined hands lying on his chest. It was sweet but slightly hindered her mobility.
She extracted herself and sat up. The room spun and she almost went right back down. When things came back into focus, she noticed she was wearing one of his shirts. This was a first. It was the first time she had ever worn anything while in Peter’s bed, not that she minded.
After downing half a bottle of water, Hannah made her way to the loo. She didn’t feel nauseated, at least not yet, but she did have to pee. In the short trip, the sleeves of the shirt fell well below her fingertips, especially with the cuffs opened. She finished her business, sipped more water and got back into bed before the inevitable hangover headache totally kicked in.
Peter had barely moved. She had discerned he slept like the dead usually with an arm thrown over his head and mouth slightly agape. Hannah smiled, placed her head on his chest and wrapped one of his arms around her back which he tightened on instinct.
When she woke again it was to a sliver of sunlight peaking through the crack in the curtain, a pounding head and an empty spot next to her in bed. She put on Peter’s sunglasses which she found on his dresser and shuffled out to meet the day. Peter was puttering around the kitchen so she sat herself at the table, resting her chin on the edge. She growled at the sounds coming from the adjacent room. Soon, two arms set things into her line of vision. Then she felt a kiss on her temple and heard a softly whispered, “Morning.”
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.” She shoved herself upright. “What’s all this?”
“Alka-Seltzer, water for that, burnt toast, and a concoction that you should just drink and not ask what’s in it but will make you feel better. And if none of that works, we’ll go get you some Irn-Bru.”
She watched both of the liquids in front of her bubble. She figured the best course of action was to pinch her nose and chug the mystery mixture. “Cheers.” She winced a couple of times but finished it all. “You’re right. I don’t want to know what’s in it. Do you have anything for the toast?” He smiled and shoved a bottle towards her. “Ooo, the squeezy kind.” Peter smirked while she nursed the Alka-Seltzer. “What? You’ve never had too much to drink?”
“I didn’t say anything. And yes, I have. There was this time at the academy when I woke up in someone’s house in nothing but a bobby’s hat.”
“I didn’t do anything…interesting, did I?”
“There was the piece on the wonder that is my bum and all things considered, it is pretty fantastic. So, no.”
“Good.” Her toast paused on its way to her mouth. “A bobby’s hat?”
“Yeah.” He picked at his own breakfast.
“Is there a picture?”
“Yes.”
“Can I…?”
“No. I’m going to get ready.”
As Hannah’s head returned to its normal size, she started to ponder the possibilities if she could get her hands on a bobby’s cap. She’d make a few phone calls.
Peter returned showered, shaved and dressed. He sat next to her to put his shoes on. When he finished, she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands settled on her hips. “Hello there. Feeling better are we?”
“Yep.” She pushed the sunglasses into her hair. “But there is one method to cure a hangover we haven’t tried yet.” She kissed him and rocked her hips into his.
He returned her enthusiasm but still pulled back and checked his watch. “Hmm. Let’s see, stay here, shag my girlfriend on my dining table, be late for work and incur the wrath of a DCI who already hates me, or be on time for work, receive disappointed glances from the DCI who hates me and have a potentially embarrassing erection because I didn’t shag my girlfriend on my dining table. As much as I want to do the former, it’s going to have to be the latter. Sorry. I’ll make it up to you and the table though.”
“Fine.” She kissed him again and climbed off him. “I’ll just suffer then.”
He stood and gathered his things. “You do that. You can stay as long as you want. Just lock the door when you leave.” With one last kiss, he was off.
Hannah carried their dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. She’d happily let him wash them. While she debated what to do next, her mobile went off. She found it just before it went to voicemail. “Hello? Peter?”
“Hey. Just wanted to let you know, in case you feel the need to snoop, pornography in printed form can be found in the bed-side table. Pornography in video form can be found in the lower left drawer below the telly. And pornography Monty gave me can be found in the hazardous waste box in the back of the wardrobe.”
Hannah laughed. “Do you want me to rate them for you? Give it a professional perspective?”
“If you like.”
“I think I’ll pass today. It’s more of group project anyway. I seem to be in need of warmer clothing. So, I’m informing you now I’m borrowing something of yours.”
“Seeing you’re already in my shirt and looking good, all things considered, help yourself. Oh, the train’s going into a tunnel and slowing down. I’m afraid I’m going to lose the connection. I won’t see you until tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. Thank you for, well, everything. Peter?” His side, as expected, went dead. “One of the many reasons why I don’t do public transport on a regular basis.”
Hannah decided to bathe at home and set about gathering her things. She kept the shirt on and slipped on one of Peter’s jumpers. Her top was tiny enough it could fold up in the small bag she’d been carrying. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. A quick look in the mirror and she felt like she was back in university. Her boots had landed near the sofa. As she slipped them on, she was thankful that her heels were closed-toed for once.
As she stepped out into the hall, it dawned on her.
He had called her his girlfriend.
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Date: 2008-10-20 02:05 pm (UTC)Thanks!