Complications Minor Chapter 16 (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: Peter and Hannah settle into couple-life, there's an accident and Hannah makes a declaration.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. And if you're curious as to what Hannah wore to suprise Peter, click here.
Hannah and Peter happily settled into coupledom. As it was winter, this consisted of a lot of cuddling in front of the telly or warm nights in bed. Signs they were a constant in each others’ spaces kept growing. On the shelf that Hannah kept her personal toiletries, Peter’s much less expensive products mingled with hers. As did several items of his clothing on the ‘Hannah’ side of her walk-in wardrobe.
At his, as Peter had promised, Hannah now had her own drawer with socks and knickers as well as various tops and bottoms. Her shoes lined up with his and he gently ribbed her about making his loo posh and girly with her lotions, gels and scrubs. She got him back when she caught him sniffing her conditioner one morning. Something Hannah had not brought along was pyjamas or any sort of night clothes. Instead she always slipped into one of Peter’s shirts. The first night she said she was getting ready for bed and marched to his wardrobe, Peter just raised an eyebrow and the subject was hardly mentioned again. The only time it was, was Peter saying he liked it because it made sex very convenient as she usually went knickerless underneath. Plus, she just looked hot.
No matter which bed they ended up in, it wasn’t at all uncommon for one of them to make a move in the middle of the night. Hannah would let her hand drift below Peter’s waist or she’d just straddle him. Peter would roll himself on top of Hannah or just simply pull her back to him and lift her leg enough to slip between.
Most nights when she had out-calls Hannah would go to Peter’s after, happy to shed her Belle skin. And they were reaching the point where spending the night didn’t automatically lead to sex. This was addressed one night when Peter had finished, noticing Hannah wasn’t as a willing participant as she could have been.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Hannah, tell me please.”
They both sat up. “It’s like how a chef cooks all day for a bunch of strangers. By the time he gets home, he just doesn’t feel like cooking anymore but knows his family needs to eat.”
“Is that what this is about? You can say ‘no’ sometimes. I’m a big boy. I can take it.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I don’t want to shag your brains out. Because I do, just not all the time. I don’t want you to think because of my job that that’s all I want. But it’s not fair to you to be denied.”
“Hannah, it’s fine. Even if you weren’t an escort, you wouldn’t always be in the mood when I was. As long as it’s not a habit, I can work with it.”
“And there will be times when I’m randy and you’re not, I suppose.”
Peter gave her a look. “I’m Scottish, so most likely not.”
Hannah wrinkled her nose. “You’re right. Probably not.”
January rolled into February while the city was held firmly in winters’ dreary grasp. They were at Hannah’s when Peter asked, “Next week?”
“What about it?”
“The 14th. Do we need to make plans?”
“Oh! No. If there’s one thing this job has done it's given me a bleak outlook on the day.”
“Oh good. I didn’t want to be accused of being a bad boyfriend by not taking you out or whatever. I’m not big on the day either.”
“That being said, should you feel the need to give me tokens of your affection, they are always welcome.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Seriously though, give me stuff.” He laughed as he pulled her in for a kiss.
The tickets to Phantom were also for this time. Hannah watched Peter’s reactions almost more than she watched the show. Old habits kicked in and she took full advantage of the coats they didn’t have time to check by letting her hand run up his thigh and higher to cup him. By the time the chandelier came crashing down and the house lights came up, Peter’s trousers were uncomfortably tight. With a heated look to Hannah, he grabbed her hand and marched toward the lobby. He dropped it and flashed his badge. “DI Peter Carlisle. I need to see the theatre manager.” When the man in question was found, Peter explained how the young lady with him needed to be questioned after being a victim of a crime and could they use his office. Hannah fell into the role of bewildered damsel and wrung her hands. They were quickly ushered to a side hall and let in a door. “This is private, thank you.” Peter shut the door and locked it. By the time he turned, Hannah had perched herself on the desk.
She opened her legs and he stepped between them. His hands shoved up the hem of her dress while hers worked his belt. He stopped before she pushed the trousers down. When she looked at him in question, he said, “Wallet.” After retrieving it and the condom held inside, they slipped it on together, he slid her knickers to the side and he slipped in.
This wasn’t slow romance, this was quick and hard. Hannah wrapped her legs around Peter’s waist to pull him deeper. Not long after, they were panting and the final shudders of Peter’s orgasm waned.
“So, condom in the wallet, eh?”
Peter laughed against her neck. “Well, I figured dating you required me to be prepared.”
She pushed him back to look at him, looking mock-offended. “Are you saying I’m easy?”
“No,” he brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “I’m saying you’re very desirable.” They smiled at each other. “And I’m downright irresistible.”
“It’s your modesty.”
He pulled out, disposed of the condom and zipped up. “Come on.”
“Huh?”
“We’ve got to get going. Second half’s going to start. What?”
“I just don’t remember the last time I’ve seen a whole show.”
They made it back to their seats right after the lights dimmed. While Peter’s attention was on the stage, Hannah’s was split between it and the man next to her. She could see he was enjoying himself and she was glad that she was a part of it.
As the show continued Peter’s hand settled on Hannah’s knee, under her coat. The action on stage progressed, as did his hand. Don Juan Triumphant began and Peter’s fingers pushed aside the bit of silk at the apex of Hannah’s thighs and slipped into her. She gasped and turned to him. His face gave away nothing but his fingers curled and stroked harder. The leads sang of raging fires in the blood and flames consuming them. Hannah could vaguely comprehend and understand what they were talking about. She climaxed as scripted chaos ensued on stage. Peter kept his eyes to the stage as he pulled out his hand, straightened her skirt, retrieved a handkerchief from his jacked pocket and wiped his fingers.
As the cast made their curtain calls and the audience gave them a standing ovation, Peter leaned over and said, “I love the theatre. Thank you for this.” Then he turned to her, “All of it.”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say the pleasure was partially mine.” They shared a smile before rejoining the applause. While they waited in the taxi queue, Hannah wrapped her arms around one of Peter’s. “So, you really had a good time and not just because of the mind-blowing sex?”
Peter chuckled. “While that’s certainly one of the highlights of the evening, yes, the whole night was wonderful. I mean you see the bits they put on telly, but oh, in person it’s just so much more.”
“So, you don’t want to see another show then?”
“Absolutely not. Especially the bit about visiting the manager’s office in every theatre in the West End.” They were both grinning as they entered the cab.
Later that night they spooned in Hannah’s bed. Peter lifted Hannah’s right arm and kissed her wrist. His thumb traced the star there as he set the limb back down.
“Tell me about it. The tattoo.”
“Drunken night in uni. The folly of youth.”
“Why not get it removed?”
“Someday, maybe. For now it’s a reminder of past mistakes.”
He pulled her closer. “Well, you’re the only woman I’ve been involved with that has one.”
“Surely there’s been others.”
“One-night stands don’t count. Didn’t care enough to look. But now my girlfriend has this thing on her skin. I’ve lived with it this long. I suppose it doesn’t bother me that much. Just promise me you’ll never get my name, or anyone else’s for that matter.”
She turned to him. “Why not? I’d care enough to have you on me forever.”
“Did you ever notice that people who do that tend to have that relationship end in a rather spectacular fashion?”
Hannah pondered it for a moment. “You know, you’re right. I’ll never get your name tattooed on my person. Actually, I don’t plan on getting anything more, for any reason. Bully for those who do get them. There’s a reason why I got pissed before the first one.” That discussion coming to a rational close led to a period of just lying together. Hannah was the first to break the silence, “I like this. Being held, that is. I don’t get paid to just be held. I don’t think I’d like it as much if I did. Then again, it could entirely be because of who’s doing the holding.”
“Mmm.” Peter’s voice was that of one who was almost asleep. “Well, I’d like to think it’s just me. Let’s not test that theory further than that. Now, go to sleep you wee inked heathen.”
“Yes, sir.” She pressed her hips back into his and laughed at his groan.
“I’ll get you for…” he yawned, “that in the morning.”
“Looking forward to it.”
The next morning Hannah was stood on her balcony, coffee in hand, when she heard Peter wake and call for her.
“Out here. Might want to put something on first. Don’t want anything I hold near and dear to get frostbitten! Coffee’s on the counter.”
A few minutes later she heard him shuffled up behind her. He balanced his mug next to hers and rubbed her back with his other hand. After a kiss to her neck where it was exposed from the messy knot she’d pulled her hair into, he whispered, “What are we doing?”
“It’s snowing. It never sticks in the city or if it does, it quickly becomes a slushy mess. But it’s pretty when it comes down. Don’t you think?”
“Mmm. Nice jumper.”
It was his. Initially, she’d throw just it on to make the coffee. When she’d looked outside, she put on some pyjama bottoms and her slippers.
She turned to him. “Thanks. Nice…bed head.” When they first met, she wasn’t sure he could be more rumpled. Mornings proved it could happen. And she adored him like that. He had put on a t-shirt and jim jam bottoms that he’d been keeping there. His slippers were the only thing not well-worn. She’d bought them for him to keep there.
“Should be quality. Worked on it for hours. It is lovely, isn’t it?” He nodded out to the sky. “One of the things I miss about Scotland but not the cold that comes with it.”
When the London cold got to them, they went back inside. Peter had made it a personal mission to teach Hannah to cook at least the basics. She had mastered toast and they had moved on to bacon (turkey, of course) and scrambled eggs. She was revising carefully as she knew her exams involved a full fry-up without his help. She was pretty sure accidental food poisoning of an officer of the law wasn’t illegal, but one could never be too sure of such things.
“Now, make sure to move the eggs about. Don’t let them stick to the pan. It’s a bitch to clean otherwise.” Peter stood behind her, hands on her hips, watching over her shoulder.
Hannah scraped the spatula through the yellow lumps in the pan. “Got it. And flip the bacon.”
“Well done. We may have you move onto crêpes or even other meals.”
“Let’s not get too hasty there.”
After they ate, Hannah cleaned up while Peter got ready for work. When he emerged, she walked him to the door. They confirmed their plans for dinner the next night and promised to call. A kiss saw Peter to the hall. Hannah found she quite liked this whole relationship thing.
She filled the rest of her day with a jog and a long nap. She had two out-calls: an appointment with someone shaping up to be a regular and an overnight GFE. In between the two and after the overnighter fell asleep, she called Peter.
“Did you ever do this to me? Call while I was out that is.”
“Yeah. I’d call Ben sometimes but you usually never slept enough for me to. I didn’t need to find other means of entertaining myself except the books, which you still interrupted.”
“I never heard you complain or where you just being professional?”
“I was but I also wasn’t complaining. You made me break a lot of my rules. And now you see me for me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still reading in bed. I’m not stopping that, I’ll have you know.” Hannah knew he didn’t mind because he never said a word about the rapidly growing pile of books she was keeping at his.
“I wouldn’t want you to. Right then, some of us to work conventional hours, so off to bed for me. Alone. Poor me.”
“Shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Looking forward to it.”
The rest of the night into morning went as expected. Hannah fell into bed soon after she arrived home. She had slept for an hour when her phone went off. She smiled when Peter’s number appeared in the ID window.
“Hey there, handsome. You woke me up, you know.” She was still groggy and not yet aware of her surroundings.
“Hannah, I’m sorry. But it’s Monty.”
“What?” She sat up, now fully awake.
“Something’s happened. Peter’s in A&E…” Hannah barely registered anything after that. The next thing she knew she was dressed, in a cab and barrelling through people in the hospital looking for a familiar face and then she found one.
“Monty, what’s wrong? Where is he?”
Monty pointed, “He’s in there. Now calm down.”
She tried but still gasped when she entered the room. Peter was laid out in the hospital bed, his left ankle bandaged and a cold pack on top of it. His left arm was in a sling. His eyes were closed. She approached apprehensively. When she reached him, she ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead.
“Peter? It’s me.”
He stirred. “Hannah?” He smiled at her and she peppered his face with kisses, letting her hand drift down his chest. She stopped when she reached something wet. When she pulled back to look at her hand, it was red as was the spot on his shirt. Her eyes went wide in horror.
“What’s this?!”
Monty was struggling with something. “Should you tell her or should I?’
“Tell me what?!” She was bordering on hysterical.
Peter mumbled something as his face reddened with a blush.
Monty grinned. “He said it’s jam.”
“It’s jam?” Hannah licked her fingers. “It is jam! Okay, what happened?”
“Mr. Brilliant wasn’t listening to his partner.”
“Because there’s seldom something worth listening to DI Pippin,” Peter huffed.
“We had to go out and do some leg-work. We decided to stop for some brekky along the way. He was carrying back a coffee tray and a box of doughnuts and pastries. I warned him about icy patches and asked to carry something. He’s a stubborn idiot and said no. And well…”
“I slipped. The coffee hit a parked car and the box went flying. A perfectly good jam filled doughnut landed on me right after I landed on the pavement.” Peter looked greatly put out. Whether it was do to his injuries or the lost breakfast couldn’t be ascertained.
Hannah tried not to laugh. She failed and then smacked Peter’s uninjured arm. “You great pillock! Frightened me to death!” She turned to Monty, “And you! Why didn’t you say?”
Monty raised him arms in defence of the fall of fury advancing on him. “You didn’t let me! As soon as I said where we were, you hung up on me! I did try ringing back but you didn’t answer! Check your missed calls!”
Hannah stopped and eyed him warily. Then, ignoring his wince, hugged him. “Thank you for calling me. Could you give us a minute?”
“Sure thing.” Monty squeezed Hannah’s shoulder before heading out to the hall.
She turned back to Peter. “Don’t ever do that to me again. When he said A&E, I…I didn’t know what to think. So, I thought the worst. The whole cab ride over, I imagined all these horrible things. Just how dangerous your job can be and it scared me. I finally found someone that I let my guard down for and it could have all been taken away because you were just doing you job. And I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Peter lifted his good hand to her, which she happily took. “I’m sorry I frightened you. And just so you know, I worry about you as well when you’re doing your work. I would if you were a green grocer for that matter.” He kissed her hand then tugged her down for a proper kiss. When they pulled apart, he shifted. “I’m going to have to come up with a better story on how I injured myself.”
“I always knew your eating habits would get you in trouble. You couldn’t have shared, could you?”
“I wouldn’t have had first pick then.”
“And now no one gets any of them.”
Peter hung his head and shook it sadly. “What a loss. And it all smelled so good.”
She patted his head. “Poor thing.” Hannah pulled a chair up next to the bed and resumed holding his hand. Monty stuck his head in to say he had to get to work and to keep him updated. A nurse came in to check vitals and get a new cold pack. Hannah smirked as she left. “So, you still have your thing for them?”
“Who?”
“Nurses. Your appendix.”
“Oh. Well, they don’t wear what they used to and it may be considered bad form to chat a lady up in front of my girlfriend.”
“Good point. Very considerate of you.”
A few minutes later they were joined by a distracted-looking woman. She shoved her short black hair back and looked up and smiled. “Dr. Macartney. How are you doing Peter? And who’s this?” The doctor extended her hand.
“Hannah, his girlfriend.” She shook back and took an instant liking to the doctor. Hannah sat back as the other two chatted.
With a flip of the chart, Dr. Macartney addressed them, “You don’t seem to have a concussion but I’d have someone stay with you just in case. You have a severely sprained ankle that you’ll need to stay off of for a couple of days, then we’ll keep you in an air cast and keep it elevated and iced when you can. You’ve sprained your wrist and bruised your elbow. You can lose the sling as long as it doesn’t get stiff. We’ll give you something for the pain. You’ll need to be on crutches for a couple of weeks. And I’d get that shirt soaking so the stain doesn’t set. Any questions?” They both shook their heads. “Is it safe to assume you’ll be looking after him?”
Hannah nodded. “He doesn’t have a choice.”
“Then I’ll give you his discharge papers and get you out of here. If things don’t improve, come see us again and follow up with your regular physician. “
Things were finished and Peter was wheeled out, much to his protests. Once in a cab, Hannah called Ben and asked him to meet them at Peter’s and to bring some things with him. Peter was too preoccupied with finding a comfortable position for his ankle to notice. Once they made it to his building, Hannah flirted with the maintenance man to let them use the service lift instead of trying to get Peter up the stairs. And she convinced the man to lend them a key for as long as Peter was on crutches.
After they entered, Hannah ordered Peter to change into jim jams. Ben arrived while Peter was in the bedroom. The patient hobbled out a bit later.
“What’s all this then?” he asked, motioning to the scene before him.
“This is a PlayStation.” She pointed to the newly hooked-up console by the telly. “And this is a Ben.”
“Hiya. I’d ask how kicks were but that may be considered in bad taste.” Ben continued arranging the controllers.
Hannah put on her coat and threw her bag over her shoulder. “I need to run home and get some things. I’ll be back soon with takeaway.”
Hannah saw the realisation hit and he wasn’t happy about it. “I DO NOT need a babysitter, Hannah!”
She was undeterred. “You do, however, need someone to keep you awake. It can’t be me for the moment. So instead, I thought I’d let my two boys bond by playing video games. Besides, Ben could use a good whipping, he’s been getting cocky. Then I’ll come back and school you both.” Peter snickered.
“I wouldn’t laugh, mate. She’s good,” Ben said solemnly.
“That I am.” Hannah led Peter to the sofa, set his bad ankle on a cushion set on the coffee table and placed an ice pack on it, handed him the controller, kissed him, said goodbye to Ben. On the way out, she grabbed Peter’s keys from his pocket so that she could let herself back in.
She returned two hours later. Her announcement of the arrival of food was met with two grunts from the sofa. Hannah laughed to herself and went to put away the rest of the items she brought with her.
She stood behind the sofa and watched the boys shoot and throw things at robots, making mental notes on what she’d do to kick their arses when she played. When they finished the level, she announced, “Okay, gentlemen, time to eat.”
They grumbled but set down the controllers. Ben helped carry everything to the coffee table and they tucked in. Hannah looked over her patient. “How are you feeling?”
“Disgruntled. Helpless. Fine.”
“No pain? You can take another pill now if you need it.”
“Probably wouldn’t be the worst idea. Get to it before it gets bad.”
Ben watched as Hannah gathered the tablet and water and then brushed back Peter’s hair as he downed them both. “How come you never took this good of care of me?”
“I like him better. And you never get sick.”
“I had that cold back in uni!”
“We weren’t together then. You had a line of girls babying you. Plus, if you got ill now, between your mum and mine, you’d be smothered.”
Ben wiped his mouth. “Fair point. Right then, I’ll help tidy up and leave you to your invalid.”
“Hey!” Peter had been enjoying their banter until then.
“Sorry Peter, Enjoy this while you can. In no time she’ll be back to the insufferable wench we know so well.”
Peter smiled. “I think I can handle her.”
Hannah stood and put her hands on her hips. “I’ll leave you both be if you keep it up.”
A chorus of “Sorry Han. Sorry Hannah,” came from the men. After all the cleaning was done and Ben out the door, Hannah curled up to Peter’s good side on the sofa.
“Good?”
“As I can be at the moment. Thank you for this. This is the second time you’ve done this for me.”
“Well, I like you healthy and have a mistrust of anyone else to get the job done.” She wrapped her arm tighter around his middle.
“Am I allowed a kip?”
“Yeah but I’m waking you in a couple of hours if you don’t do it on your own.”
“Okay.” Once she felt him nod off, Hannah freed herself and picked up a controller. She immersed herself in the game but still managed to half-way keep track of the clock. Before the time she gave him was up, she felt the body next to her shift. A quick glance told her he was awake so she went back to playing. Peter stayed silent, happy to just watch until she reached a break.
“Ben wasn’t lying. You are good.”
Hannah just grinned at him and leaned over for a kiss. They were just about to deepen it when there was a knock on the door.
It was Monty. “How’s the patient?”
“Resting comfortably. Go on through.”
Monty stayed for a while, clearly enjoying his partner’s misery. “Hey Peter, the boss wondered if you felt well enough to do some of the paperwork you’re behind on.”
Peter shook his head. “No. Couldn’t possibly.”
“Fantastic! I’ll bring it by tomorrow.”
“Wanker.”
“Have to be. I’m not lucky enough to have such a sexy woman in my bed on a constant basis. Seriously, Hannah, what does he have on you? Give the word and I’ll help you escape.” Monty’s face was completely sincere.
Hannah patted Monty’s arm. “I’m sorry, Detective. I really just like the scruffy git.”
Monty shook his head. “We all have our faults I guess.”
When they were alone again, Peter cocked his head at her. “Don’t you have to work tonight?”
Hannah waved a dismissive hand. “I rescheduled. You’re my priority.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did. Now shut it and let me spoil you.”
“If you insist.”
“Now then, you need to practise with these crutches.” She helped him up and handed him the crutches. She moved furniture per his requests for maximum mobility. When they were satisfied, Hannah sat Peter down for a light supper and pain meds. She then escorted him to the bedroom and organised him on the bed.
“Aren’t you joining me? I thought I needed to be checked for concussion.” He was practically pouting.
“I’ll be back. There are a couple of things I need to do first.” She grinned to herself and went to get ready. When she re-entered the room, it was to Peter flipping through one of her books. He looked up, took off his glasses and studied her.
“Hannah, I do believe you’re wearing my coat.”
She looked down and then back up innocently. “Am I?”
“Yes, I think you are.”
“Guess I should take it off then.” She dropped the coat to the floor and watched Peter’s eyes take her in.
“Oh. Oh. You’ve even got the little hat. Didn’t notice that before.”
“Well, the outfit wouldn’t be complete without it.” She was wearing a nurse’s uniform of a sort. The white collared dress stopped just at the tops of her thighs and was trimmed with red, as was the white cap on top of her head. The straps of her suspenders held up sheer red stockings that were seamed in the back. Her feet were clad in her white heels. She watched Peter as his eyes followed the hand that was unzipping the dress. Underneath was a white, half-cup bra with its own red ribbon trim. Her panties were sheer white and the red ribbon formed a v at her crotch. The suspenders were the same sheer as the panties with its own red highlights.
Peter blinked and said, “Uh. Hello.” Hannah couldn’t be sure but she thought she saw a bit of his brain dribble out of his ears.
“So, do I compare to the nurse of your youth?”
“She never looked as good as you and I fancy your uniform more. But Hannah, I can’t well, be as involved as I normally am.”
“I’ll just have to be careful with you then.” She kicked off her shoes and unhooked her suspenders, first from her stockings and then from her waist. After the stockings came off, the knickers followed.
When she went to take off the dress, Peter regained his voice, “Leave it on.”
Hannah raised her eyebrows and smirked. “As you wish.” She climbed on the bed and helped him off with his t-shirt and then she crawled back down, carefully taking his pyjama bottoms with her. With the condom on, she straddled his hips.
“Be gentle. I’m injured.” Hannah just grinned as she lowered herself down. They were both conscious of his ankle as it balanced on its stack of cushions. Peter only grabbed with his good arm, leaving Hannah to do most of the work. Neither minded and they were soon enough catching their breath and sated. “This doesn’t help with the stay conscious thing.”
Hannah kissed his neck. “You can rest. Nap even. Just know I’ll be checking on you every couple of hours.” She climbed off him and removed the rest of her clothes. After covering them both with the duvet, she kissed his cheek. “Get some rest. I’ll be here all night. Let me know when you need more pain killers.”
The rest of the night into morning passed without troubles and Hannah announced Peter concussion-free per the discharge instructions.
Hannah spent the rest of the day pampering him, keeping his ankle elevated and iced, letting him sleep when he wanted, letting him beat her scores. They both knew he was playing it up and she was letting him. She was just so relieved he was only slightly hurt that she was happy to indulge him for this little bit.
For the rest of the week, she escorted him to and from work in a minicab or made sure someone else did. For once she wasn’t bothered if she got the same driver. There was nothing about the situation she minded someone else knowing about.
While she’d leave for appointments, she’d always come back. Each night she wore a different variation of the first evening’s outfit. Sometimes a thong, sometimes red suspenders and white stockings, sometimes a babydoll so sheer, it left nothing hidden.
Once Peter caught his breath from a rather enthusiastic bout of their version of physical therapy, he declared, “You are, by far and away, the best nurse ever.”
Hannah was lying on her stomach and propped her head up by one arm and played with his hair with her free hand. “Thanks.” A lock of hair fell across her forehead; she brushed it away while her eyes twinkled at him. Almost as an afterthought she smiled and said, “Oh Peter, I love you.”
Everything but her eyes, which went wide, stood still. He took her free hand. “Yeah?” She nodded. He kissed the inside of her palm. “Good because I love you. I have for a long time. Possibly since we met. And I know how big it is for you to say it. I’m glad you did because I was going to pretty soon anyway.”
Hannah laughed in relief and then lifted herself up for a proper kiss. Now that she broke the barrier, she didn’t want to stop saying it.
“I love you, Peter Carlisle.”
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: Peter and Hannah settle into couple-life, there's an accident and Hannah makes a declaration.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better. And if you're curious as to what Hannah wore to suprise Peter, click here.Hannah and Peter happily settled into coupledom. As it was winter, this consisted of a lot of cuddling in front of the telly or warm nights in bed. Signs they were a constant in each others’ spaces kept growing. On the shelf that Hannah kept her personal toiletries, Peter’s much less expensive products mingled with hers. As did several items of his clothing on the ‘Hannah’ side of her walk-in wardrobe.
At his, as Peter had promised, Hannah now had her own drawer with socks and knickers as well as various tops and bottoms. Her shoes lined up with his and he gently ribbed her about making his loo posh and girly with her lotions, gels and scrubs. She got him back when she caught him sniffing her conditioner one morning. Something Hannah had not brought along was pyjamas or any sort of night clothes. Instead she always slipped into one of Peter’s shirts. The first night she said she was getting ready for bed and marched to his wardrobe, Peter just raised an eyebrow and the subject was hardly mentioned again. The only time it was, was Peter saying he liked it because it made sex very convenient as she usually went knickerless underneath. Plus, she just looked hot.
No matter which bed they ended up in, it wasn’t at all uncommon for one of them to make a move in the middle of the night. Hannah would let her hand drift below Peter’s waist or she’d just straddle him. Peter would roll himself on top of Hannah or just simply pull her back to him and lift her leg enough to slip between.
Most nights when she had out-calls Hannah would go to Peter’s after, happy to shed her Belle skin. And they were reaching the point where spending the night didn’t automatically lead to sex. This was addressed one night when Peter had finished, noticing Hannah wasn’t as a willing participant as she could have been.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Hannah, tell me please.”
They both sat up. “It’s like how a chef cooks all day for a bunch of strangers. By the time he gets home, he just doesn’t feel like cooking anymore but knows his family needs to eat.”
“Is that what this is about? You can say ‘no’ sometimes. I’m a big boy. I can take it.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I don’t want to shag your brains out. Because I do, just not all the time. I don’t want you to think because of my job that that’s all I want. But it’s not fair to you to be denied.”
“Hannah, it’s fine. Even if you weren’t an escort, you wouldn’t always be in the mood when I was. As long as it’s not a habit, I can work with it.”
“And there will be times when I’m randy and you’re not, I suppose.”
Peter gave her a look. “I’m Scottish, so most likely not.”
Hannah wrinkled her nose. “You’re right. Probably not.”
January rolled into February while the city was held firmly in winters’ dreary grasp. They were at Hannah’s when Peter asked, “Next week?”
“What about it?”
“The 14th. Do we need to make plans?”
“Oh! No. If there’s one thing this job has done it's given me a bleak outlook on the day.”
“Oh good. I didn’t want to be accused of being a bad boyfriend by not taking you out or whatever. I’m not big on the day either.”
“That being said, should you feel the need to give me tokens of your affection, they are always welcome.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Seriously though, give me stuff.” He laughed as he pulled her in for a kiss.
The tickets to Phantom were also for this time. Hannah watched Peter’s reactions almost more than she watched the show. Old habits kicked in and she took full advantage of the coats they didn’t have time to check by letting her hand run up his thigh and higher to cup him. By the time the chandelier came crashing down and the house lights came up, Peter’s trousers were uncomfortably tight. With a heated look to Hannah, he grabbed her hand and marched toward the lobby. He dropped it and flashed his badge. “DI Peter Carlisle. I need to see the theatre manager.” When the man in question was found, Peter explained how the young lady with him needed to be questioned after being a victim of a crime and could they use his office. Hannah fell into the role of bewildered damsel and wrung her hands. They were quickly ushered to a side hall and let in a door. “This is private, thank you.” Peter shut the door and locked it. By the time he turned, Hannah had perched herself on the desk.
She opened her legs and he stepped between them. His hands shoved up the hem of her dress while hers worked his belt. He stopped before she pushed the trousers down. When she looked at him in question, he said, “Wallet.” After retrieving it and the condom held inside, they slipped it on together, he slid her knickers to the side and he slipped in.
This wasn’t slow romance, this was quick and hard. Hannah wrapped her legs around Peter’s waist to pull him deeper. Not long after, they were panting and the final shudders of Peter’s orgasm waned.
“So, condom in the wallet, eh?”
Peter laughed against her neck. “Well, I figured dating you required me to be prepared.”
She pushed him back to look at him, looking mock-offended. “Are you saying I’m easy?”
“No,” he brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “I’m saying you’re very desirable.” They smiled at each other. “And I’m downright irresistible.”
“It’s your modesty.”
He pulled out, disposed of the condom and zipped up. “Come on.”
“Huh?”
“We’ve got to get going. Second half’s going to start. What?”
“I just don’t remember the last time I’ve seen a whole show.”
They made it back to their seats right after the lights dimmed. While Peter’s attention was on the stage, Hannah’s was split between it and the man next to her. She could see he was enjoying himself and she was glad that she was a part of it.
As the show continued Peter’s hand settled on Hannah’s knee, under her coat. The action on stage progressed, as did his hand. Don Juan Triumphant began and Peter’s fingers pushed aside the bit of silk at the apex of Hannah’s thighs and slipped into her. She gasped and turned to him. His face gave away nothing but his fingers curled and stroked harder. The leads sang of raging fires in the blood and flames consuming them. Hannah could vaguely comprehend and understand what they were talking about. She climaxed as scripted chaos ensued on stage. Peter kept his eyes to the stage as he pulled out his hand, straightened her skirt, retrieved a handkerchief from his jacked pocket and wiped his fingers.
As the cast made their curtain calls and the audience gave them a standing ovation, Peter leaned over and said, “I love the theatre. Thank you for this.” Then he turned to her, “All of it.”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say the pleasure was partially mine.” They shared a smile before rejoining the applause. While they waited in the taxi queue, Hannah wrapped her arms around one of Peter’s. “So, you really had a good time and not just because of the mind-blowing sex?”
Peter chuckled. “While that’s certainly one of the highlights of the evening, yes, the whole night was wonderful. I mean you see the bits they put on telly, but oh, in person it’s just so much more.”
“So, you don’t want to see another show then?”
“Absolutely not. Especially the bit about visiting the manager’s office in every theatre in the West End.” They were both grinning as they entered the cab.
Later that night they spooned in Hannah’s bed. Peter lifted Hannah’s right arm and kissed her wrist. His thumb traced the star there as he set the limb back down.
“Tell me about it. The tattoo.”
“Drunken night in uni. The folly of youth.”
“Why not get it removed?”
“Someday, maybe. For now it’s a reminder of past mistakes.”
He pulled her closer. “Well, you’re the only woman I’ve been involved with that has one.”
“Surely there’s been others.”
“One-night stands don’t count. Didn’t care enough to look. But now my girlfriend has this thing on her skin. I’ve lived with it this long. I suppose it doesn’t bother me that much. Just promise me you’ll never get my name, or anyone else’s for that matter.”
She turned to him. “Why not? I’d care enough to have you on me forever.”
“Did you ever notice that people who do that tend to have that relationship end in a rather spectacular fashion?”
Hannah pondered it for a moment. “You know, you’re right. I’ll never get your name tattooed on my person. Actually, I don’t plan on getting anything more, for any reason. Bully for those who do get them. There’s a reason why I got pissed before the first one.” That discussion coming to a rational close led to a period of just lying together. Hannah was the first to break the silence, “I like this. Being held, that is. I don’t get paid to just be held. I don’t think I’d like it as much if I did. Then again, it could entirely be because of who’s doing the holding.”
“Mmm.” Peter’s voice was that of one who was almost asleep. “Well, I’d like to think it’s just me. Let’s not test that theory further than that. Now, go to sleep you wee inked heathen.”
“Yes, sir.” She pressed her hips back into his and laughed at his groan.
“I’ll get you for…” he yawned, “that in the morning.”
“Looking forward to it.”
The next morning Hannah was stood on her balcony, coffee in hand, when she heard Peter wake and call for her.
“Out here. Might want to put something on first. Don’t want anything I hold near and dear to get frostbitten! Coffee’s on the counter.”
A few minutes later she heard him shuffled up behind her. He balanced his mug next to hers and rubbed her back with his other hand. After a kiss to her neck where it was exposed from the messy knot she’d pulled her hair into, he whispered, “What are we doing?”
“It’s snowing. It never sticks in the city or if it does, it quickly becomes a slushy mess. But it’s pretty when it comes down. Don’t you think?”
“Mmm. Nice jumper.”
It was his. Initially, she’d throw just it on to make the coffee. When she’d looked outside, she put on some pyjama bottoms and her slippers.
She turned to him. “Thanks. Nice…bed head.” When they first met, she wasn’t sure he could be more rumpled. Mornings proved it could happen. And she adored him like that. He had put on a t-shirt and jim jam bottoms that he’d been keeping there. His slippers were the only thing not well-worn. She’d bought them for him to keep there.
“Should be quality. Worked on it for hours. It is lovely, isn’t it?” He nodded out to the sky. “One of the things I miss about Scotland but not the cold that comes with it.”
When the London cold got to them, they went back inside. Peter had made it a personal mission to teach Hannah to cook at least the basics. She had mastered toast and they had moved on to bacon (turkey, of course) and scrambled eggs. She was revising carefully as she knew her exams involved a full fry-up without his help. She was pretty sure accidental food poisoning of an officer of the law wasn’t illegal, but one could never be too sure of such things.
“Now, make sure to move the eggs about. Don’t let them stick to the pan. It’s a bitch to clean otherwise.” Peter stood behind her, hands on her hips, watching over her shoulder.
Hannah scraped the spatula through the yellow lumps in the pan. “Got it. And flip the bacon.”
“Well done. We may have you move onto crêpes or even other meals.”
“Let’s not get too hasty there.”
After they ate, Hannah cleaned up while Peter got ready for work. When he emerged, she walked him to the door. They confirmed their plans for dinner the next night and promised to call. A kiss saw Peter to the hall. Hannah found she quite liked this whole relationship thing.
She filled the rest of her day with a jog and a long nap. She had two out-calls: an appointment with someone shaping up to be a regular and an overnight GFE. In between the two and after the overnighter fell asleep, she called Peter.
“Did you ever do this to me? Call while I was out that is.”
“Yeah. I’d call Ben sometimes but you usually never slept enough for me to. I didn’t need to find other means of entertaining myself except the books, which you still interrupted.”
“I never heard you complain or where you just being professional?”
“I was but I also wasn’t complaining. You made me break a lot of my rules. And now you see me for me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still reading in bed. I’m not stopping that, I’ll have you know.” Hannah knew he didn’t mind because he never said a word about the rapidly growing pile of books she was keeping at his.
“I wouldn’t want you to. Right then, some of us to work conventional hours, so off to bed for me. Alone. Poor me.”
“Shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Looking forward to it.”
The rest of the night into morning went as expected. Hannah fell into bed soon after she arrived home. She had slept for an hour when her phone went off. She smiled when Peter’s number appeared in the ID window.
“Hey there, handsome. You woke me up, you know.” She was still groggy and not yet aware of her surroundings.
“Hannah, I’m sorry. But it’s Monty.”
“What?” She sat up, now fully awake.
“Something’s happened. Peter’s in A&E…” Hannah barely registered anything after that. The next thing she knew she was dressed, in a cab and barrelling through people in the hospital looking for a familiar face and then she found one.
“Monty, what’s wrong? Where is he?”
Monty pointed, “He’s in there. Now calm down.”
She tried but still gasped when she entered the room. Peter was laid out in the hospital bed, his left ankle bandaged and a cold pack on top of it. His left arm was in a sling. His eyes were closed. She approached apprehensively. When she reached him, she ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead.
“Peter? It’s me.”
He stirred. “Hannah?” He smiled at her and she peppered his face with kisses, letting her hand drift down his chest. She stopped when she reached something wet. When she pulled back to look at her hand, it was red as was the spot on his shirt. Her eyes went wide in horror.
“What’s this?!”
Monty was struggling with something. “Should you tell her or should I?’
“Tell me what?!” She was bordering on hysterical.
Peter mumbled something as his face reddened with a blush.
Monty grinned. “He said it’s jam.”
“It’s jam?” Hannah licked her fingers. “It is jam! Okay, what happened?”
“Mr. Brilliant wasn’t listening to his partner.”
“Because there’s seldom something worth listening to DI Pippin,” Peter huffed.
“We had to go out and do some leg-work. We decided to stop for some brekky along the way. He was carrying back a coffee tray and a box of doughnuts and pastries. I warned him about icy patches and asked to carry something. He’s a stubborn idiot and said no. And well…”
“I slipped. The coffee hit a parked car and the box went flying. A perfectly good jam filled doughnut landed on me right after I landed on the pavement.” Peter looked greatly put out. Whether it was do to his injuries or the lost breakfast couldn’t be ascertained.
Hannah tried not to laugh. She failed and then smacked Peter’s uninjured arm. “You great pillock! Frightened me to death!” She turned to Monty, “And you! Why didn’t you say?”
Monty raised him arms in defence of the fall of fury advancing on him. “You didn’t let me! As soon as I said where we were, you hung up on me! I did try ringing back but you didn’t answer! Check your missed calls!”
Hannah stopped and eyed him warily. Then, ignoring his wince, hugged him. “Thank you for calling me. Could you give us a minute?”
“Sure thing.” Monty squeezed Hannah’s shoulder before heading out to the hall.
She turned back to Peter. “Don’t ever do that to me again. When he said A&E, I…I didn’t know what to think. So, I thought the worst. The whole cab ride over, I imagined all these horrible things. Just how dangerous your job can be and it scared me. I finally found someone that I let my guard down for and it could have all been taken away because you were just doing you job. And I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Peter lifted his good hand to her, which she happily took. “I’m sorry I frightened you. And just so you know, I worry about you as well when you’re doing your work. I would if you were a green grocer for that matter.” He kissed her hand then tugged her down for a proper kiss. When they pulled apart, he shifted. “I’m going to have to come up with a better story on how I injured myself.”
“I always knew your eating habits would get you in trouble. You couldn’t have shared, could you?”
“I wouldn’t have had first pick then.”
“And now no one gets any of them.”
Peter hung his head and shook it sadly. “What a loss. And it all smelled so good.”
She patted his head. “Poor thing.” Hannah pulled a chair up next to the bed and resumed holding his hand. Monty stuck his head in to say he had to get to work and to keep him updated. A nurse came in to check vitals and get a new cold pack. Hannah smirked as she left. “So, you still have your thing for them?”
“Who?”
“Nurses. Your appendix.”
“Oh. Well, they don’t wear what they used to and it may be considered bad form to chat a lady up in front of my girlfriend.”
“Good point. Very considerate of you.”
A few minutes later they were joined by a distracted-looking woman. She shoved her short black hair back and looked up and smiled. “Dr. Macartney. How are you doing Peter? And who’s this?” The doctor extended her hand.
“Hannah, his girlfriend.” She shook back and took an instant liking to the doctor. Hannah sat back as the other two chatted.
With a flip of the chart, Dr. Macartney addressed them, “You don’t seem to have a concussion but I’d have someone stay with you just in case. You have a severely sprained ankle that you’ll need to stay off of for a couple of days, then we’ll keep you in an air cast and keep it elevated and iced when you can. You’ve sprained your wrist and bruised your elbow. You can lose the sling as long as it doesn’t get stiff. We’ll give you something for the pain. You’ll need to be on crutches for a couple of weeks. And I’d get that shirt soaking so the stain doesn’t set. Any questions?” They both shook their heads. “Is it safe to assume you’ll be looking after him?”
Hannah nodded. “He doesn’t have a choice.”
“Then I’ll give you his discharge papers and get you out of here. If things don’t improve, come see us again and follow up with your regular physician. “
Things were finished and Peter was wheeled out, much to his protests. Once in a cab, Hannah called Ben and asked him to meet them at Peter’s and to bring some things with him. Peter was too preoccupied with finding a comfortable position for his ankle to notice. Once they made it to his building, Hannah flirted with the maintenance man to let them use the service lift instead of trying to get Peter up the stairs. And she convinced the man to lend them a key for as long as Peter was on crutches.
After they entered, Hannah ordered Peter to change into jim jams. Ben arrived while Peter was in the bedroom. The patient hobbled out a bit later.
“What’s all this then?” he asked, motioning to the scene before him.
“This is a PlayStation.” She pointed to the newly hooked-up console by the telly. “And this is a Ben.”
“Hiya. I’d ask how kicks were but that may be considered in bad taste.” Ben continued arranging the controllers.
Hannah put on her coat and threw her bag over her shoulder. “I need to run home and get some things. I’ll be back soon with takeaway.”
Hannah saw the realisation hit and he wasn’t happy about it. “I DO NOT need a babysitter, Hannah!”
She was undeterred. “You do, however, need someone to keep you awake. It can’t be me for the moment. So instead, I thought I’d let my two boys bond by playing video games. Besides, Ben could use a good whipping, he’s been getting cocky. Then I’ll come back and school you both.” Peter snickered.
“I wouldn’t laugh, mate. She’s good,” Ben said solemnly.
“That I am.” Hannah led Peter to the sofa, set his bad ankle on a cushion set on the coffee table and placed an ice pack on it, handed him the controller, kissed him, said goodbye to Ben. On the way out, she grabbed Peter’s keys from his pocket so that she could let herself back in.
She returned two hours later. Her announcement of the arrival of food was met with two grunts from the sofa. Hannah laughed to herself and went to put away the rest of the items she brought with her.
She stood behind the sofa and watched the boys shoot and throw things at robots, making mental notes on what she’d do to kick their arses when she played. When they finished the level, she announced, “Okay, gentlemen, time to eat.”
They grumbled but set down the controllers. Ben helped carry everything to the coffee table and they tucked in. Hannah looked over her patient. “How are you feeling?”
“Disgruntled. Helpless. Fine.”
“No pain? You can take another pill now if you need it.”
“Probably wouldn’t be the worst idea. Get to it before it gets bad.”
Ben watched as Hannah gathered the tablet and water and then brushed back Peter’s hair as he downed them both. “How come you never took this good of care of me?”
“I like him better. And you never get sick.”
“I had that cold back in uni!”
“We weren’t together then. You had a line of girls babying you. Plus, if you got ill now, between your mum and mine, you’d be smothered.”
Ben wiped his mouth. “Fair point. Right then, I’ll help tidy up and leave you to your invalid.”
“Hey!” Peter had been enjoying their banter until then.
“Sorry Peter, Enjoy this while you can. In no time she’ll be back to the insufferable wench we know so well.”
Peter smiled. “I think I can handle her.”
Hannah stood and put her hands on her hips. “I’ll leave you both be if you keep it up.”
A chorus of “Sorry Han. Sorry Hannah,” came from the men. After all the cleaning was done and Ben out the door, Hannah curled up to Peter’s good side on the sofa.
“Good?”
“As I can be at the moment. Thank you for this. This is the second time you’ve done this for me.”
“Well, I like you healthy and have a mistrust of anyone else to get the job done.” She wrapped her arm tighter around his middle.
“Am I allowed a kip?”
“Yeah but I’m waking you in a couple of hours if you don’t do it on your own.”
“Okay.” Once she felt him nod off, Hannah freed herself and picked up a controller. She immersed herself in the game but still managed to half-way keep track of the clock. Before the time she gave him was up, she felt the body next to her shift. A quick glance told her he was awake so she went back to playing. Peter stayed silent, happy to just watch until she reached a break.
“Ben wasn’t lying. You are good.”
Hannah just grinned at him and leaned over for a kiss. They were just about to deepen it when there was a knock on the door.
It was Monty. “How’s the patient?”
“Resting comfortably. Go on through.”
Monty stayed for a while, clearly enjoying his partner’s misery. “Hey Peter, the boss wondered if you felt well enough to do some of the paperwork you’re behind on.”
Peter shook his head. “No. Couldn’t possibly.”
“Fantastic! I’ll bring it by tomorrow.”
“Wanker.”
“Have to be. I’m not lucky enough to have such a sexy woman in my bed on a constant basis. Seriously, Hannah, what does he have on you? Give the word and I’ll help you escape.” Monty’s face was completely sincere.
Hannah patted Monty’s arm. “I’m sorry, Detective. I really just like the scruffy git.”
Monty shook his head. “We all have our faults I guess.”
When they were alone again, Peter cocked his head at her. “Don’t you have to work tonight?”
Hannah waved a dismissive hand. “I rescheduled. You’re my priority.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did. Now shut it and let me spoil you.”
“If you insist.”
“Now then, you need to practise with these crutches.” She helped him up and handed him the crutches. She moved furniture per his requests for maximum mobility. When they were satisfied, Hannah sat Peter down for a light supper and pain meds. She then escorted him to the bedroom and organised him on the bed.
“Aren’t you joining me? I thought I needed to be checked for concussion.” He was practically pouting.
“I’ll be back. There are a couple of things I need to do first.” She grinned to herself and went to get ready. When she re-entered the room, it was to Peter flipping through one of her books. He looked up, took off his glasses and studied her.
“Hannah, I do believe you’re wearing my coat.”
She looked down and then back up innocently. “Am I?”
“Yes, I think you are.”
“Guess I should take it off then.” She dropped the coat to the floor and watched Peter’s eyes take her in.
“Oh. Oh. You’ve even got the little hat. Didn’t notice that before.”
“Well, the outfit wouldn’t be complete without it.” She was wearing a nurse’s uniform of a sort. The white collared dress stopped just at the tops of her thighs and was trimmed with red, as was the white cap on top of her head. The straps of her suspenders held up sheer red stockings that were seamed in the back. Her feet were clad in her white heels. She watched Peter as his eyes followed the hand that was unzipping the dress. Underneath was a white, half-cup bra with its own red ribbon trim. Her panties were sheer white and the red ribbon formed a v at her crotch. The suspenders were the same sheer as the panties with its own red highlights.
Peter blinked and said, “Uh. Hello.” Hannah couldn’t be sure but she thought she saw a bit of his brain dribble out of his ears.
“So, do I compare to the nurse of your youth?”
“She never looked as good as you and I fancy your uniform more. But Hannah, I can’t well, be as involved as I normally am.”
“I’ll just have to be careful with you then.” She kicked off her shoes and unhooked her suspenders, first from her stockings and then from her waist. After the stockings came off, the knickers followed.
When she went to take off the dress, Peter regained his voice, “Leave it on.”
Hannah raised her eyebrows and smirked. “As you wish.” She climbed on the bed and helped him off with his t-shirt and then she crawled back down, carefully taking his pyjama bottoms with her. With the condom on, she straddled his hips.
“Be gentle. I’m injured.” Hannah just grinned as she lowered herself down. They were both conscious of his ankle as it balanced on its stack of cushions. Peter only grabbed with his good arm, leaving Hannah to do most of the work. Neither minded and they were soon enough catching their breath and sated. “This doesn’t help with the stay conscious thing.”
Hannah kissed his neck. “You can rest. Nap even. Just know I’ll be checking on you every couple of hours.” She climbed off him and removed the rest of her clothes. After covering them both with the duvet, she kissed his cheek. “Get some rest. I’ll be here all night. Let me know when you need more pain killers.”
The rest of the night into morning passed without troubles and Hannah announced Peter concussion-free per the discharge instructions.
Hannah spent the rest of the day pampering him, keeping his ankle elevated and iced, letting him sleep when he wanted, letting him beat her scores. They both knew he was playing it up and she was letting him. She was just so relieved he was only slightly hurt that she was happy to indulge him for this little bit.
For the rest of the week, she escorted him to and from work in a minicab or made sure someone else did. For once she wasn’t bothered if she got the same driver. There was nothing about the situation she minded someone else knowing about.
While she’d leave for appointments, she’d always come back. Each night she wore a different variation of the first evening’s outfit. Sometimes a thong, sometimes red suspenders and white stockings, sometimes a babydoll so sheer, it left nothing hidden.
Once Peter caught his breath from a rather enthusiastic bout of their version of physical therapy, he declared, “You are, by far and away, the best nurse ever.”
Hannah was lying on her stomach and propped her head up by one arm and played with his hair with her free hand. “Thanks.” A lock of hair fell across her forehead; she brushed it away while her eyes twinkled at him. Almost as an afterthought she smiled and said, “Oh Peter, I love you.”
Everything but her eyes, which went wide, stood still. He took her free hand. “Yeah?” She nodded. He kissed the inside of her palm. “Good because I love you. I have for a long time. Possibly since we met. And I know how big it is for you to say it. I’m glad you did because I was going to pretty soon anyway.”
Hannah laughed in relief and then lifted herself up for a proper kiss. Now that she broke the barrier, she didn’t want to stop saying it.
“I love you, Peter Carlisle.”
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