Complications Minor Chapter 19 (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: Things from Peter's side, including what actually happened and Brighton.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.
Peter watched as Hannah broke his heart further by her parting statement and shut the door. He went to follow her and tripped over his own feet, sending him to the floor. Frustration won out and his foot struck the wood.
How could she ever have so little faith in him? Couldn’t she see she was everything to him?
He rose and entered the bedroom. The bed really did look to him like it did when he had left that morning. He knew she didn’t make up the part about straightening the sheets but he really didn’t know how it got to its current state unless she had done it herself. But even that seemed unlikely.
Then he saw the condom wrapper on the floor. It wasn’t his brand or even the variety of ones Hannah always had on hand. No, Peter knew who it belonged to. The person in question had bragged about getting them special order from Amsterdam as they had that little something extra and apparently that little something extra was illegal in half of Europe. And Peter was going to kill the person in question when he saw him again.
Peter set about cleaning the room finding items that did not belong to him or Hannah, which only made his anger grow.
He then went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey. After he downed that in two gulps, he poured himself another. This one he sipped at. As he made his way to the sofa, there was a knock at the door. He practically dropped the glass as he ran to answer it.
“Hannah?” He was hopeful she’d come back. His face fell when it wasn’t her on the other side.
Monty grinned at him. “My dearest friend, I believe I left something behind during my extracurricular lunch while you were toiling away behind your desk. Do you mind if I…?”
Peter punched him in the face.
“What the bloody hell, mate?!” Monty stumbled inside, cupping his nose with one hand. “What good did that do?”
“You utter twat! Because of your little stunt, Hannah thinks I cheated on her. How in the hell did you even get in here?”
“You let me borrow a key few weeks back. How could she think that of you of all people?”
“I don’t know,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “The bed she made this morning was in total disarray. There was a pair of knickers hanging from the edge of the mattress that wasn’t hers. There was a condom wrapper on the floor. We haven’t had sex in nearly two weeks because we’ve hardly had time to see each other. My ex unexpectedly showed up in town right before all of this. You do the math.”
Monty sat at the table. “I’m sorry, man. I had no idea. That evidence is pretty damning. I’m such an idiot.”
“You really are.” He handed Monty a handkerchief. “I’m not going to apologise for that. You deserved it.”
Monty wiped away the bit of blood below his nose. “Ta. I know I did. Look, I’ll talk to her.”
“No, it should be me. Your stuff is still in the bedroom and I want my key back. Lock up when you go.”
“Absolutely. On all accounts.”
Peter left immediately and hailed a cab instead of waiting for the trains. The sooner this was all sorted, the better. He didn’t even remember the ride over. He flew up the stairs and knocked on her door. When knocking didn’t work, he called for her, which turned into pleading. He refused to give in. Eventually, the door opened. It was Ben.
“You know I didn’t do this.”
Ben nodded. “I would think not, but it’s looking pretty bad for you, mate.”
“It was Monty. He somehow thought it was a good idea to not limit his conquests to places that he didn’t pay for in some way. He was proud of what he did. I still want to hurt him more than the possible broken nose I gave him. If I could just explain to her…” Peter gave Ben a pleading look.
“I believe you. I really do. But she’s not going to be as easily won over. She needs time. It could be a couple of days. It could be a couple of years. The girl can hold a grudge when she’s upset. And I have to stand by her. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m not giving up.”
“Nor should you. Best of luck.” They shook hands and Peter was on his way.
He came back every day, though if she were home, she didn’t answer. He left voice messages as well. She ignored it all until the day he brought Monty with him. He never did find out if she opened the door because he wasn’t alone or if she just wanted to let him have his say so she could get rid of him. His partner explained every thing while Peter stood against the wall and watched her. Hannah kept a stony silence until he finished and then turned to Peter.
“I can’t believe you have him lying for you now.” With that, she slammed the door. Both men stood there stunned. Then Monty turned to him.
“I don’t think this can be fixed, mate. I’m sorry. Tell you what, let’s go get you drunk. My treat.” Peter nodded.
He was at a total loss at what to do. He was short of spiralling out, like he normally would do in such situations when a few days later his mobile rang and his heart soared when he looked the caller ID. It was Hannah.
“Hey, um, there are some things I’ve left at your place. I was wondering if I could stop by and pick them up.”
Peter could have smashed the wall then. “Yeah.” If she noticed his voice cracking, she didn’t say. “When?”
“Tonight all right?”
“Uh, yes. Sure.” He spent the rest of the day in a daze. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Hannah to use her key and be gone before he got home or if she would wait until he was there.
When he arrived at his flat, a quick look told him she hadn’t been there yet. He took off his coat and tried to distract himself. As he crossed from the bedroom to the bathroom, he heard a shuffling at the front door. Not waiting for another sign, he threw it open. Hannah had a hand half-raised as if to knock and her key held as if to go into the lock in the other.
“Hi,” she said, uncharacteristically sheepish.
“Hey. Come in. I’ll just be…” he gestured down the hall, “If you need me.” She nodded. He wanted to give her space but also didn’t want to be far either. He sat at his desk, resting his elbows on the edge and leaned his mouth against his folded hands. He just listened as she gathered her things. And it slowly ate away at him.
A few minutes later, the shuffling stopped. “Peter?”
He found her in the hall, a large bag over her shoulder. He knew his face showed his dejection. She made worse by holding the key out to him.
Peter ran a hand through his hair. “So that’s it then?”
“I don’t know. I just know I have to be away from here and from you for a while and it will make things easier to suss out. Let me know when you need your things at mine.”
He reached for her, “Hannah…”
“Hello? Anyone home? Monty?” A ginger head popped around the door which apparently hadn’t shut all the way. “Oh! Hi! You must be Peter and Hannah. Monty said he wasn’t sure when you’d be back. Well, this is a bit embarrassing. I was going to surprise him. He said this flat-sitting gig could get boring. Apparently he’s done with it though because you’re home! But, since I’m here, you didn’t happen to find a pearl earring did you? Family heirloom from my ex-husband.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, yes and I think you left something else as well.” He pointed her to a bundle he’d set off to the side.
“Thank you so much. You’re just as darling as Monty said you were. Well, not in those words. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find him would you? I keep getting the info desk of the London Dungeon every time I ring the number he gave me. Oh well. I hope you two enjoyed your honeymoon! Monty said it was a lovely ceremony. Ta again!” The mystery woman flew out as quickly as she’d arrived.
“That was awfully convenient, don’t you think?” Hannah was tapping her foot.
“I promise you, I never saw that woman before. And I didn’t know when you were coming. If I did, do you think I would have left her things out where you could easily find them? And why would I use that as a cover story? Give me some credit. You know what Monty is like. I love you and am faithful to you. Believe me or not.”
Hannah looked at him and he could see a realisation hit her, like a light bulb coming on. “You were telling the truth.”
“Yes."
“So you didn’t…”
“No.”
“Peter…”
They didn’t speak after that. The trail of discarded items spoke volumes though. Hannah’s bags landed where she dropped them as they hurriedly opened and shoved away only what was necessary as he took her against the wall, relieving a bit of the tension that had been building over the whole ordeal. Hannah’s coat, their shoes, her top and panties led to the table where Peter bent her over, flipped up her skirt and took her from behind at a punishing pace. And, he supposed he was punishing her for doubting him and not listening to him or to reason. She seemed to agree as she blindly reached for his hips encouraging him to go harder, which he did and then came with a roar. The rest of their clothes led to the sofa where things calmed and they touched and kissed. And where he coaxed a long orgasm out of her with his fingers then held her.
This all led to the bedroom where Hannah was undulating above Peter at a leisurely speed, both just content to be together again. As she leaned down to kiss him, he rolled them over so he was on top. They stayed that way until they finished, her first, then him. He moved off her and she curled to his side. They easily fell into their usual mutual stroking.
“Put your things back where they belong?” he mumbled into her hair. He felt he nod against him. “Good. Hannah, I’m not going to say I told you so or that I’m perfect or that I’ll never mess up, but please, from now on, talk to me, yell if you have to and in turn, hear me out. It hurt me that you could doubt me so quickly.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “I know and I’m so sorry. I’m not used to this whole mature relationship thing. In fact, this is my first time having one. In my job, it’s just too easy to believe that someone would cheat. Add the whole Natalie factor and my basic insecurities… I waited for you when you wanted to make sure we were real before getting back into bed. Wait for me while I figure out how to be a grown up in my love life?”
“Of course. Now, you wore me out. A cuddle and a kip are in order.”
“Agreed.” She curled back into him and they both drifted off.
Peter woke to find Hannah propped upon an elbow, idly running a hand over his chest, ruffling and smoothing the hair there. She smiled at him as she moved the leg she had thrown over his up and down. The motion wasn’t meant to be seductive, just reassuring. The rest of her body was firmly pressed to against his side. Night had fallen and the light from the city caused the both to be in half-shadows and her hair to glow.
Hannah spoke first. “As angry as I was and I still am a bit, I missed this. Just being with you. I missed you.”
“I’m sure not half as much as I missed you.” He stilled her hand and brought it to his lips.
He could see she was searching for the right words, “Peter, I… I’m starving.” She giggled as her stomach rumbled again his side.
“I’m sure I have leftovers of some sort that will fit your needs.” She slipped into one of his shirts while he put on some pyjama bottoms and they puttered out to the kitchen.
Their feast, held in plastic and cardboard containers, covered his table. Peter looked across to Hannah. She had folded herself onto the chair, one foot on the edge of it, making her knee even with her chin. She held a pair of chopsticks in one hand that she was using to twirl spaghetti out of a bowl held in her other. The shirt was wrinkled and her hair was mess. She never looked more beautiful to him. She was reading a magazine she’d balanced on the edge of the table. His heart swelled with emotion for her.
Hannah sucked up the noodle she’d picked and looked up. “What? Do I have something on me?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, hardly the perfect lady she tended to show most of the world.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing. I just… I love you is all. And I know that I tend to do that lock, stock and barrel. I can’t promise you that this will be easy going. In fact, I can promise you that it won’t be. We will fight again and it can get very ugly. But I want us to work through it. It will make us stronger because I want this to last, Hannah.”
“Look at us, being all mature! And as I’ve told you before, the good thing about tiffs is the making up. And I really think we haven’t quite finished that yet!” She stood and moved to him, plonking herself in his lap. “And to think, that little speech was prompted by cold pasta.” She leaned in and kissed.
“We should go on a mini-break,” Peter announced and popped a grape in his mouth.
Hannah paused in setting out the other items for their picnic lunch. “Should we?”
Over the weeks following “the misunderstanding” (as they had called it), things were still tenuous but they did their best to work through it. One of the ways they did that was by making a weekly, sometimes more, event to meet at St. James Park for lunch as it was a short walk for Peter. Hannah would bring the blanket and food, nothing fancy, and they would people watch, chat and listen to the buskers. After what they had been through, they made it point to see one another, no matter what.
Peter nodded. “We really should. I mean that’s the true test of any relationship, isn’t it?” Whether or not you can go on holiday together.”
“I suppose so. Where?” She handed him a sandwich.
“Some place you can run about in whatever piece of dental floss you call a bikini and I can have you rub copious amounts of sun crème on my carefully crafted pale freckled flesh.”
She flashed him a wry smile. “And what would I get out of this?”
“The pleasure of my company.”
“How could I possibly refuse that?” she said sarcastically.
“Come on, Hannah, I can have a few days off soon and I want to spend them with you. How about Brighton?”
“I thought you wanted some place… I don’t know, not Brighton.”
“It’s an hour by train. No jet lag. This isn’t some big to-do. Just a couple of days. Please?” He rubbed her leg as he dipped his head and looked up at her through his lashes.
“It’s a good thing you use your powers for good and not for evil.”
“I can think of a few wicked powers you seem to enjoy.”
“And they are very very good. Okay, Brighton it is, but I pay for the hotel.” He started to protest. “All right, half and you can pick up every thing else.”
“Fair enough. That’s settled then.” He went back to his food.
A few minutes later, Hannah spoke. “But if this goes well, full holiday, you and I, major travel, passports, and the lot.”
“As you wish.”
The plans fell together and they were off for a long weekend in June.
The forecast was calling for rain and the clouds in the sky were making it seem like a good possibility. As such, the train to Brighton wasn’t as crowded as it could have been.
The weather was of no concern to Peter or Hannah. If sunbathing was out of the running, they fully planned to take advantage of the hotel’s amenities. Hannah had been sure to pick some place up to her standards. Peter was more interested to find out how much or, more importantly, how little she managed to fit into the small bag she had brought with her.
They took a cab from the station. During the trip Peter said, “I suppose we could have hired a car.”
Hannah turned to him, surprised, “You drive?”
“Well, yes. Don’t you?”
“No. Why don’t you have a car?”
“I live in London. What with the congestion charge and the traffic, it just wasn’t worth the effort. How about you?”
“Never bothered to learn. Hoped others would take pity on me and made sure I got where I needed to go. Ben has a car and I can afford cabs.”
Peter brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and then put that arm around her shoulder. “I could teach you.”
“I have had flights of fancy of enrolling in driving school.”
“That may be but I highly doubt they would have the same rewards system as I would.”
“Mmm, if that isn’t incentive…” She snuggled into him, “I’ll think about it. But know this, I would dump you for the Stig, given the chance.”
“Understandable. Hannah, I would dump you for the Stig.”
They were grinning like children. “What about the other Top Gear boys?”
“You have carte blanche. Except, if it’s May, please don’t tell me. I’m not sure I could deal with that.”
“No worries there. Now Hammond on the other hand…If only he wasn’t so bloody dedicated to his wife… which, of course, only makes him more attractive.”
“We could double date.”
Hannah nodded. “We should. Get on that.”
“I will.” They chuckled as they pulled up to the hotel. An influx of Dutch tourists demanding connecting rooms made it so they somehow got a free upgrade to a bigger room. They weren’t complaining.
Peter set their bags down and walked to the large windows at the far wall. They had a view of the beach and the water beyond it. The glass started at the ceiling and stopped at Peter’s waist where a window seat that ran the length of the wall began. There was a set of glass doors leading out to the small balcony. Giant sheers hung free, partially closed and blackout curtains were tied back at the ends. The glass opened sideways. Peter cracked a couple of them, enjoying the slight breeze.
“Peter?” Hannah had disappeared into the bathroom to organise her things.
“Yes?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yes and I love you.”
“Good. So, you’ll understand completely when I say I’m leaving you for this bathtub.”
He sniggered to himself. “That’s fine. I’ll just pick myself up some other holiday-maker.”
“Excellent. I hear Brighton has a great gay scene.”
“Oi!” He strode to the bathroom, stripping along the way. “Let’s see this tub that’s so wonderful.”
Hannah had already undressed and was filling the bath with spicy-scented bubbles. They climbed in and Hannah settled between Peter’s legs.
He dragged bubbles up and down her arm. “Though I suppose it would be the only option.”
“Hmm? What are you on about?”
“The gay thing. I would be my only choice as you have ruined me for all other women.”
She turned to face him. “Aw. That’s strangely one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard. I always knew you and Monty were a little too close.” She shrieked as he splashed her.
“Take that back. I could pull much better than Monty.”
When they re-entered the other room the rain had started. Through silent agreement, they decided on trying out the bed. It was deemed satisfactory and they spent the rest of the afternoon there.
The rain had stopped but the wind picked up. It ruffled the sheers and Hannah’s hair as she straddled Peter’s hips. When they finished, they spooned together.
“If this is all we get accomplished during this trip, I’ll have no complaints.” Hannah stretched against him.
Peter kissed her neck. “I do have plans on showing you off, you know. But this is very enjoyable to be sure.”
The next morning they took a stroll to a nearby café for breakfast and discovered the rain from the day before had scared away a lot of the other tourists and had left a sunny and quite warm day behind. It was decided they would hit the beach before the crowds would return.
They arranged their deck chairs and set out all their things: books, iPods, water bottles, towels and such. Peter took of his t-shirt and got comfortable and then watched expectantly as Hannah removed her cover-up.
“Oh.” He made his disappointment clear.
“What?” Hannah checked herself over for any possible cause for Peter’s reaction.
“It’s just…well, it’s practically conservative.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I’m not giving it away to strangers for free. You’ve earned your right to see underneath. And here I took great care to find bikinis that had bottoms that tied on the side because I remembered you liked that.”
Peter was hopeful. “Bikinis. Plural? As in more than one?”
Hannah smiled. “Of course. Couldn’t possibly been seen in the same one twice. Not to mention any time spent in a hot tub. And what about you, eh? With your boring sensible trunks. Maybe I wanted you to show off your thin white legs.”
He raised a leg and pointed his toes. “What’s wrong with my legs?”
“To me, nothing. Just pointing out, I’m not expecting you to wear a Speedo. In fact, please don’t. Only swimmers and divers should do that. Now, who am I going to find to rub this on me since my boyfriend doesn’t seem to approve of my choice of swimming costume?” She pretended to search up and down the sand while flipping the bottle in her hand.
“Give me that. You’ll still get appropriate leers and I’ll have to assert my manliness. Stop that snickering.”
They settled into a lazy day under the sun, reading books and occasionally chatting. When Hannah rolled to her stomach, Peter watched with great interest as she opened the back of her top to ‘prevent tan lines’ and he happily rubbed more of the crème on her as she fell asleep.
In the late afternoon, when it seemed the rest of the world had figured out it was warm and the sun was out and therefore time to go to the beach, Peter and Hannah went back to the hotel to change before heading out for a late lunch. Afterwards, they wandered the stalls of the street vendors. Peter knew he had lost Hannah when she discovered tables and tables full of second hand books.
He followed her around patiently as she happily picked through the stacks and would pick of one or two himself and flip through them. She handed ones to him she’d think he liked. He only turned his nose up at one of them.
“Not a poetry fan then?”
“No. Well not in the traditional anyway. While my school mates were using Keats and Shelley to woo the girls, my poets used a different medium. My poets are Lennon and McCartney, Strummer, Jagger, Morrison, Tennant and Lowe…”
“Who?”
“Pet Shop Boys.”
“Oh. Continue.”
“It’s just music can express so much on a different emotional level. Only in music can you can cry or laugh or fall in love and never hear a word. So while I’ve done my fair share of celebrating Burns night, that’s the extent of my loyalty to dear ole Robbie. I know that’s grounds to kick me out of Scotland. However, I make up for it in other ways.” He picked up another book. “I should take you there some day. Scotland that is.”
“I’ve been. Wasn’t impressed.”
“And I’m sure you stayed in one of those posh converted castles and never got out. No, I’d take you to the real Scotland.”
He could see she was intrigued. “Yeah? You gonna make love to me in the heather?”
Peter wrinkled his nose. “If you really want. Far be it from me to not indulge you but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The hay fever. Bare arse in the wind. Sheep judging you.”
“Sheep?”
“Oh, aye. The disappointment in their eyes is too much to bear.”
She was trying not to laugh. “Sounds like personal experience.”
“I swear, if they could have, the wee buggers would have held up score cards. Tell you what; we’ll stay somewhere that overlooks the heather and I’ll make sure you have an excellent view as I make love to you.”
“Couldn’t the sheep still see us?”
“Yes but we’ll be indoors where they can’t inspect your nether regions with their noses after you’ve passed out.”
She did laugh at that. “I don’t want to know.”
“I wasn’t going to share. But really, I do want to take you there.” He took her hand.
“I’d love that.” They walked hand-in-hand through the rest of the stalls and then took their purchases back before having a light dinner.
The next day they did the tourist thing: spending time at the Royal Pavilion and Brighton Pier. As they later lounged in the hot tub, Hannah had told Peter she was taking him out that night but wouldn’t tell him where. Just that he would have fun. He was dubious and he discovered he was right to be as she led him into the pub.
There at the front was a garishly lit stage and several people in different stages of intoxication butchering a Sugarbabes song. And that was saying something.
“Ta da!” Hannah spread her arms, grinning.
Peter did an about face but was halted before he could take a step. “I am not doing karaoke.”
“Aw. Why not?” Hannah stopped her foot and pouted. “You sing in the shower all the time.”
“For a very private audience.”
“Please? I’ll go first.” She stuck out her lip in a way that he knew she knew would always got to him.
“Fine, but I’m going to need a considerable amount of liquor in me.” She grinned and bounced before pulling him deeper into the crowd.
A half-hour later Hannah stood on the stage. “Right, I said I’d do this. So, I picked a song that is very special to my boyfriend and me. I love you, Peter.” He wondered what it could be and grinned as the guitar blared through the sound system. "Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! They’re forming in a straight line…"
The crowd cheered as she curtseyed when she finished and then ran into Peter’s arms. “Your turn.”
“Do I have to?” He was going to no matter what but he wanted to see how far she would go to get him up there.
“I’ll give you a lolly if you do.”
“How could I refuse that?” He put his name and song in the queue but now it was his turn to keep her in suspense as to what he chose. When it was time he got on stage and accepted the microphone. “This is a special song for a special lady.” He saw Hannah smile as Killer Queen started up. He tried not to laugh when she rolled her eyes as he sang, “Met a man from China. Complications minor…”
She gave him a standing ovation when he finished. “Cheeky git,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
“You love it.”
“Yep. That wasn’t so bad now was it?”
“I guess not. And I might be persuaded to go back up there again given the right company.” She grinned. “But I want two lollies then.” They put their names in again and when he pointed out a song, they both knew it was the perfect choice.
They belted out the Elephant Love Medley with Peter as Nicole and Hannah as Ewan to the joy of the crowd.
They stayed until closing and then moved to another pub where a rock band was doing cover versions of R & B classics. The whole pub sang along and closed down this pub to the band’s rendition of Barry White.
The next day was their last. After a bright, warm morning on the beach turned into lunchtime of rain, they chose to make use of what the hotel had to offer, like they originally planned. Hannah dragged Peter to a couples’ massage and then he left her to get pampered in the day spa for the rest of the afternoon while he checked them out and wandered the town.
He was glad he’d thought of the trip. It was a good way to cap off their healing process after the misunderstanding. A good escape from their daily lives. Now they could go back refreshed, knowing their relationship was in a safe solid place for the time being.
After he picked her up, they went for a meal on the pier, overlooking the water. The rain had stopped as the sun set, making for an incredibly romantic mood. Peter said as much as he reached across the table to take Hannah’s hand. She called him a sap and fed him a bite of her cake.
They took the final train out back to London. As it was the last, a Sunday and the rain had sent many people packing earlier in the day, the car was almost empty save for an old man dozing in the back.
Peter looked around to see their lack of company and back at his and Hannah’s joined hands. She had nestled against his shoulder and was gazing out the window. He nudged her. “Have you ever seen Risky Business?”
“Before we all knew Tom Cruise was insane, yeah.”
“I quite like that one scene.”
She sat up and grinned. “You gonna slide around in your underwear and an Oxford?”
“No. Wouldn’t mind seeing you doing it though. No, I was thinking about the one on the train.”
She looked around and saw what he did. She smirked as she climbed into his lap. “Hmm. I quite like that one too.”
He ran a hand up her leg, under her flimsy sundress and over her bottom. “Am I imagining things or do you not have any knickers on?”
“They’d ruin the line of the dress.”
“Can’t have that.” He kissed her, moving to her neck as she fumbled with his belt and fly. It wasn’t long before they were moving together; letting the vibrations of the train add to the sensations they were creating on their own.
He kept her on top of him until their station was announced. They pulled themselves together before they came to stop, nodded to the old man as they stepped out and took a cab back to his flat.
They changed and climbed into bed. Hannah rolled over and traced the side of Peter’s face. “I had a lovely time. Thank you for taking me.”
He took the hand and kissed the palm. “Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t sing in front of strangers for just anyone, you know.”
“You had fun.”
“I admit nothing.” He let out an 'oomph' as Hannah jumped on top of him and lifted his t-shirt. “Oh, now really, that’s not going to work. Honestly.” He giggled as she tickled his sides. That only spurred her on. When he gathered his wits, he let his hands drift under the shirt she had on and tickled her back.
Things progressed from there as their clothes flew across the room. They both agreed it was a successful holiday all around.
Before they drifted off, Peter whispered in Hannah’s ear, “I still haven’t got my lollies.”
She elbowed him in the gut.
AN 2: As they would have ruined the make-up, here's Hannah's bikinis.
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: Things from Peter's side, including what actually happened and Brighton.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.Peter watched as Hannah broke his heart further by her parting statement and shut the door. He went to follow her and tripped over his own feet, sending him to the floor. Frustration won out and his foot struck the wood.
How could she ever have so little faith in him? Couldn’t she see she was everything to him?
He rose and entered the bedroom. The bed really did look to him like it did when he had left that morning. He knew she didn’t make up the part about straightening the sheets but he really didn’t know how it got to its current state unless she had done it herself. But even that seemed unlikely.
Then he saw the condom wrapper on the floor. It wasn’t his brand or even the variety of ones Hannah always had on hand. No, Peter knew who it belonged to. The person in question had bragged about getting them special order from Amsterdam as they had that little something extra and apparently that little something extra was illegal in half of Europe. And Peter was going to kill the person in question when he saw him again.
Peter set about cleaning the room finding items that did not belong to him or Hannah, which only made his anger grow.
He then went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey. After he downed that in two gulps, he poured himself another. This one he sipped at. As he made his way to the sofa, there was a knock at the door. He practically dropped the glass as he ran to answer it.
“Hannah?” He was hopeful she’d come back. His face fell when it wasn’t her on the other side.
Monty grinned at him. “My dearest friend, I believe I left something behind during my extracurricular lunch while you were toiling away behind your desk. Do you mind if I…?”
Peter punched him in the face.
“What the bloody hell, mate?!” Monty stumbled inside, cupping his nose with one hand. “What good did that do?”
“You utter twat! Because of your little stunt, Hannah thinks I cheated on her. How in the hell did you even get in here?”
“You let me borrow a key few weeks back. How could she think that of you of all people?”
“I don’t know,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “The bed she made this morning was in total disarray. There was a pair of knickers hanging from the edge of the mattress that wasn’t hers. There was a condom wrapper on the floor. We haven’t had sex in nearly two weeks because we’ve hardly had time to see each other. My ex unexpectedly showed up in town right before all of this. You do the math.”
Monty sat at the table. “I’m sorry, man. I had no idea. That evidence is pretty damning. I’m such an idiot.”
“You really are.” He handed Monty a handkerchief. “I’m not going to apologise for that. You deserved it.”
Monty wiped away the bit of blood below his nose. “Ta. I know I did. Look, I’ll talk to her.”
“No, it should be me. Your stuff is still in the bedroom and I want my key back. Lock up when you go.”
“Absolutely. On all accounts.”
Peter left immediately and hailed a cab instead of waiting for the trains. The sooner this was all sorted, the better. He didn’t even remember the ride over. He flew up the stairs and knocked on her door. When knocking didn’t work, he called for her, which turned into pleading. He refused to give in. Eventually, the door opened. It was Ben.
“You know I didn’t do this.”
Ben nodded. “I would think not, but it’s looking pretty bad for you, mate.”
“It was Monty. He somehow thought it was a good idea to not limit his conquests to places that he didn’t pay for in some way. He was proud of what he did. I still want to hurt him more than the possible broken nose I gave him. If I could just explain to her…” Peter gave Ben a pleading look.
“I believe you. I really do. But she’s not going to be as easily won over. She needs time. It could be a couple of days. It could be a couple of years. The girl can hold a grudge when she’s upset. And I have to stand by her. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m not giving up.”
“Nor should you. Best of luck.” They shook hands and Peter was on his way.
He came back every day, though if she were home, she didn’t answer. He left voice messages as well. She ignored it all until the day he brought Monty with him. He never did find out if she opened the door because he wasn’t alone or if she just wanted to let him have his say so she could get rid of him. His partner explained every thing while Peter stood against the wall and watched her. Hannah kept a stony silence until he finished and then turned to Peter.
“I can’t believe you have him lying for you now.” With that, she slammed the door. Both men stood there stunned. Then Monty turned to him.
“I don’t think this can be fixed, mate. I’m sorry. Tell you what, let’s go get you drunk. My treat.” Peter nodded.
He was at a total loss at what to do. He was short of spiralling out, like he normally would do in such situations when a few days later his mobile rang and his heart soared when he looked the caller ID. It was Hannah.
“Hey, um, there are some things I’ve left at your place. I was wondering if I could stop by and pick them up.”
Peter could have smashed the wall then. “Yeah.” If she noticed his voice cracking, she didn’t say. “When?”
“Tonight all right?”
“Uh, yes. Sure.” He spent the rest of the day in a daze. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Hannah to use her key and be gone before he got home or if she would wait until he was there.
When he arrived at his flat, a quick look told him she hadn’t been there yet. He took off his coat and tried to distract himself. As he crossed from the bedroom to the bathroom, he heard a shuffling at the front door. Not waiting for another sign, he threw it open. Hannah had a hand half-raised as if to knock and her key held as if to go into the lock in the other.
“Hi,” she said, uncharacteristically sheepish.
“Hey. Come in. I’ll just be…” he gestured down the hall, “If you need me.” She nodded. He wanted to give her space but also didn’t want to be far either. He sat at his desk, resting his elbows on the edge and leaned his mouth against his folded hands. He just listened as she gathered her things. And it slowly ate away at him.
A few minutes later, the shuffling stopped. “Peter?”
He found her in the hall, a large bag over her shoulder. He knew his face showed his dejection. She made worse by holding the key out to him.
Peter ran a hand through his hair. “So that’s it then?”
“I don’t know. I just know I have to be away from here and from you for a while and it will make things easier to suss out. Let me know when you need your things at mine.”
He reached for her, “Hannah…”
“Hello? Anyone home? Monty?” A ginger head popped around the door which apparently hadn’t shut all the way. “Oh! Hi! You must be Peter and Hannah. Monty said he wasn’t sure when you’d be back. Well, this is a bit embarrassing. I was going to surprise him. He said this flat-sitting gig could get boring. Apparently he’s done with it though because you’re home! But, since I’m here, you didn’t happen to find a pearl earring did you? Family heirloom from my ex-husband.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, yes and I think you left something else as well.” He pointed her to a bundle he’d set off to the side.
“Thank you so much. You’re just as darling as Monty said you were. Well, not in those words. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find him would you? I keep getting the info desk of the London Dungeon every time I ring the number he gave me. Oh well. I hope you two enjoyed your honeymoon! Monty said it was a lovely ceremony. Ta again!” The mystery woman flew out as quickly as she’d arrived.
“That was awfully convenient, don’t you think?” Hannah was tapping her foot.
“I promise you, I never saw that woman before. And I didn’t know when you were coming. If I did, do you think I would have left her things out where you could easily find them? And why would I use that as a cover story? Give me some credit. You know what Monty is like. I love you and am faithful to you. Believe me or not.”
Hannah looked at him and he could see a realisation hit her, like a light bulb coming on. “You were telling the truth.”
“Yes."
“So you didn’t…”
“No.”
“Peter…”
They didn’t speak after that. The trail of discarded items spoke volumes though. Hannah’s bags landed where she dropped them as they hurriedly opened and shoved away only what was necessary as he took her against the wall, relieving a bit of the tension that had been building over the whole ordeal. Hannah’s coat, their shoes, her top and panties led to the table where Peter bent her over, flipped up her skirt and took her from behind at a punishing pace. And, he supposed he was punishing her for doubting him and not listening to him or to reason. She seemed to agree as she blindly reached for his hips encouraging him to go harder, which he did and then came with a roar. The rest of their clothes led to the sofa where things calmed and they touched and kissed. And where he coaxed a long orgasm out of her with his fingers then held her.
This all led to the bedroom where Hannah was undulating above Peter at a leisurely speed, both just content to be together again. As she leaned down to kiss him, he rolled them over so he was on top. They stayed that way until they finished, her first, then him. He moved off her and she curled to his side. They easily fell into their usual mutual stroking.
“Put your things back where they belong?” he mumbled into her hair. He felt he nod against him. “Good. Hannah, I’m not going to say I told you so or that I’m perfect or that I’ll never mess up, but please, from now on, talk to me, yell if you have to and in turn, hear me out. It hurt me that you could doubt me so quickly.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “I know and I’m so sorry. I’m not used to this whole mature relationship thing. In fact, this is my first time having one. In my job, it’s just too easy to believe that someone would cheat. Add the whole Natalie factor and my basic insecurities… I waited for you when you wanted to make sure we were real before getting back into bed. Wait for me while I figure out how to be a grown up in my love life?”
“Of course. Now, you wore me out. A cuddle and a kip are in order.”
“Agreed.” She curled back into him and they both drifted off.
Peter woke to find Hannah propped upon an elbow, idly running a hand over his chest, ruffling and smoothing the hair there. She smiled at him as she moved the leg she had thrown over his up and down. The motion wasn’t meant to be seductive, just reassuring. The rest of her body was firmly pressed to against his side. Night had fallen and the light from the city caused the both to be in half-shadows and her hair to glow.
Hannah spoke first. “As angry as I was and I still am a bit, I missed this. Just being with you. I missed you.”
“I’m sure not half as much as I missed you.” He stilled her hand and brought it to his lips.
He could see she was searching for the right words, “Peter, I… I’m starving.” She giggled as her stomach rumbled again his side.
“I’m sure I have leftovers of some sort that will fit your needs.” She slipped into one of his shirts while he put on some pyjama bottoms and they puttered out to the kitchen.
Their feast, held in plastic and cardboard containers, covered his table. Peter looked across to Hannah. She had folded herself onto the chair, one foot on the edge of it, making her knee even with her chin. She held a pair of chopsticks in one hand that she was using to twirl spaghetti out of a bowl held in her other. The shirt was wrinkled and her hair was mess. She never looked more beautiful to him. She was reading a magazine she’d balanced on the edge of the table. His heart swelled with emotion for her.
Hannah sucked up the noodle she’d picked and looked up. “What? Do I have something on me?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, hardly the perfect lady she tended to show most of the world.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing. I just… I love you is all. And I know that I tend to do that lock, stock and barrel. I can’t promise you that this will be easy going. In fact, I can promise you that it won’t be. We will fight again and it can get very ugly. But I want us to work through it. It will make us stronger because I want this to last, Hannah.”
“Look at us, being all mature! And as I’ve told you before, the good thing about tiffs is the making up. And I really think we haven’t quite finished that yet!” She stood and moved to him, plonking herself in his lap. “And to think, that little speech was prompted by cold pasta.” She leaned in and kissed.
“We should go on a mini-break,” Peter announced and popped a grape in his mouth.
Hannah paused in setting out the other items for their picnic lunch. “Should we?”
Over the weeks following “the misunderstanding” (as they had called it), things were still tenuous but they did their best to work through it. One of the ways they did that was by making a weekly, sometimes more, event to meet at St. James Park for lunch as it was a short walk for Peter. Hannah would bring the blanket and food, nothing fancy, and they would people watch, chat and listen to the buskers. After what they had been through, they made it point to see one another, no matter what.
Peter nodded. “We really should. I mean that’s the true test of any relationship, isn’t it?” Whether or not you can go on holiday together.”
“I suppose so. Where?” She handed him a sandwich.
“Some place you can run about in whatever piece of dental floss you call a bikini and I can have you rub copious amounts of sun crème on my carefully crafted pale freckled flesh.”
She flashed him a wry smile. “And what would I get out of this?”
“The pleasure of my company.”
“How could I possibly refuse that?” she said sarcastically.
“Come on, Hannah, I can have a few days off soon and I want to spend them with you. How about Brighton?”
“I thought you wanted some place… I don’t know, not Brighton.”
“It’s an hour by train. No jet lag. This isn’t some big to-do. Just a couple of days. Please?” He rubbed her leg as he dipped his head and looked up at her through his lashes.
“It’s a good thing you use your powers for good and not for evil.”
“I can think of a few wicked powers you seem to enjoy.”
“And they are very very good. Okay, Brighton it is, but I pay for the hotel.” He started to protest. “All right, half and you can pick up every thing else.”
“Fair enough. That’s settled then.” He went back to his food.
A few minutes later, Hannah spoke. “But if this goes well, full holiday, you and I, major travel, passports, and the lot.”
“As you wish.”
The plans fell together and they were off for a long weekend in June.
The forecast was calling for rain and the clouds in the sky were making it seem like a good possibility. As such, the train to Brighton wasn’t as crowded as it could have been.
The weather was of no concern to Peter or Hannah. If sunbathing was out of the running, they fully planned to take advantage of the hotel’s amenities. Hannah had been sure to pick some place up to her standards. Peter was more interested to find out how much or, more importantly, how little she managed to fit into the small bag she had brought with her.
They took a cab from the station. During the trip Peter said, “I suppose we could have hired a car.”
Hannah turned to him, surprised, “You drive?”
“Well, yes. Don’t you?”
“No. Why don’t you have a car?”
“I live in London. What with the congestion charge and the traffic, it just wasn’t worth the effort. How about you?”
“Never bothered to learn. Hoped others would take pity on me and made sure I got where I needed to go. Ben has a car and I can afford cabs.”
Peter brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and then put that arm around her shoulder. “I could teach you.”
“I have had flights of fancy of enrolling in driving school.”
“That may be but I highly doubt they would have the same rewards system as I would.”
“Mmm, if that isn’t incentive…” She snuggled into him, “I’ll think about it. But know this, I would dump you for the Stig, given the chance.”
“Understandable. Hannah, I would dump you for the Stig.”
They were grinning like children. “What about the other Top Gear boys?”
“You have carte blanche. Except, if it’s May, please don’t tell me. I’m not sure I could deal with that.”
“No worries there. Now Hammond on the other hand…If only he wasn’t so bloody dedicated to his wife… which, of course, only makes him more attractive.”
“We could double date.”
Hannah nodded. “We should. Get on that.”
“I will.” They chuckled as they pulled up to the hotel. An influx of Dutch tourists demanding connecting rooms made it so they somehow got a free upgrade to a bigger room. They weren’t complaining.
Peter set their bags down and walked to the large windows at the far wall. They had a view of the beach and the water beyond it. The glass started at the ceiling and stopped at Peter’s waist where a window seat that ran the length of the wall began. There was a set of glass doors leading out to the small balcony. Giant sheers hung free, partially closed and blackout curtains were tied back at the ends. The glass opened sideways. Peter cracked a couple of them, enjoying the slight breeze.
“Peter?” Hannah had disappeared into the bathroom to organise her things.
“Yes?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yes and I love you.”
“Good. So, you’ll understand completely when I say I’m leaving you for this bathtub.”
He sniggered to himself. “That’s fine. I’ll just pick myself up some other holiday-maker.”
“Excellent. I hear Brighton has a great gay scene.”
“Oi!” He strode to the bathroom, stripping along the way. “Let’s see this tub that’s so wonderful.”
Hannah had already undressed and was filling the bath with spicy-scented bubbles. They climbed in and Hannah settled between Peter’s legs.
He dragged bubbles up and down her arm. “Though I suppose it would be the only option.”
“Hmm? What are you on about?”
“The gay thing. I would be my only choice as you have ruined me for all other women.”
She turned to face him. “Aw. That’s strangely one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard. I always knew you and Monty were a little too close.” She shrieked as he splashed her.
“Take that back. I could pull much better than Monty.”
When they re-entered the other room the rain had started. Through silent agreement, they decided on trying out the bed. It was deemed satisfactory and they spent the rest of the afternoon there.
The rain had stopped but the wind picked up. It ruffled the sheers and Hannah’s hair as she straddled Peter’s hips. When they finished, they spooned together.
“If this is all we get accomplished during this trip, I’ll have no complaints.” Hannah stretched against him.
Peter kissed her neck. “I do have plans on showing you off, you know. But this is very enjoyable to be sure.”
The next morning they took a stroll to a nearby café for breakfast and discovered the rain from the day before had scared away a lot of the other tourists and had left a sunny and quite warm day behind. It was decided they would hit the beach before the crowds would return.
They arranged their deck chairs and set out all their things: books, iPods, water bottles, towels and such. Peter took of his t-shirt and got comfortable and then watched expectantly as Hannah removed her cover-up.
“Oh.” He made his disappointment clear.
“What?” Hannah checked herself over for any possible cause for Peter’s reaction.
“It’s just…well, it’s practically conservative.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I’m not giving it away to strangers for free. You’ve earned your right to see underneath. And here I took great care to find bikinis that had bottoms that tied on the side because I remembered you liked that.”
Peter was hopeful. “Bikinis. Plural? As in more than one?”
Hannah smiled. “Of course. Couldn’t possibly been seen in the same one twice. Not to mention any time spent in a hot tub. And what about you, eh? With your boring sensible trunks. Maybe I wanted you to show off your thin white legs.”
He raised a leg and pointed his toes. “What’s wrong with my legs?”
“To me, nothing. Just pointing out, I’m not expecting you to wear a Speedo. In fact, please don’t. Only swimmers and divers should do that. Now, who am I going to find to rub this on me since my boyfriend doesn’t seem to approve of my choice of swimming costume?” She pretended to search up and down the sand while flipping the bottle in her hand.
“Give me that. You’ll still get appropriate leers and I’ll have to assert my manliness. Stop that snickering.”
They settled into a lazy day under the sun, reading books and occasionally chatting. When Hannah rolled to her stomach, Peter watched with great interest as she opened the back of her top to ‘prevent tan lines’ and he happily rubbed more of the crème on her as she fell asleep.
In the late afternoon, when it seemed the rest of the world had figured out it was warm and the sun was out and therefore time to go to the beach, Peter and Hannah went back to the hotel to change before heading out for a late lunch. Afterwards, they wandered the stalls of the street vendors. Peter knew he had lost Hannah when she discovered tables and tables full of second hand books.
He followed her around patiently as she happily picked through the stacks and would pick of one or two himself and flip through them. She handed ones to him she’d think he liked. He only turned his nose up at one of them.
“Not a poetry fan then?”
“No. Well not in the traditional anyway. While my school mates were using Keats and Shelley to woo the girls, my poets used a different medium. My poets are Lennon and McCartney, Strummer, Jagger, Morrison, Tennant and Lowe…”
“Who?”
“Pet Shop Boys.”
“Oh. Continue.”
“It’s just music can express so much on a different emotional level. Only in music can you can cry or laugh or fall in love and never hear a word. So while I’ve done my fair share of celebrating Burns night, that’s the extent of my loyalty to dear ole Robbie. I know that’s grounds to kick me out of Scotland. However, I make up for it in other ways.” He picked up another book. “I should take you there some day. Scotland that is.”
“I’ve been. Wasn’t impressed.”
“And I’m sure you stayed in one of those posh converted castles and never got out. No, I’d take you to the real Scotland.”
He could see she was intrigued. “Yeah? You gonna make love to me in the heather?”
Peter wrinkled his nose. “If you really want. Far be it from me to not indulge you but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The hay fever. Bare arse in the wind. Sheep judging you.”
“Sheep?”
“Oh, aye. The disappointment in their eyes is too much to bear.”
She was trying not to laugh. “Sounds like personal experience.”
“I swear, if they could have, the wee buggers would have held up score cards. Tell you what; we’ll stay somewhere that overlooks the heather and I’ll make sure you have an excellent view as I make love to you.”
“Couldn’t the sheep still see us?”
“Yes but we’ll be indoors where they can’t inspect your nether regions with their noses after you’ve passed out.”
She did laugh at that. “I don’t want to know.”
“I wasn’t going to share. But really, I do want to take you there.” He took her hand.
“I’d love that.” They walked hand-in-hand through the rest of the stalls and then took their purchases back before having a light dinner.
The next day they did the tourist thing: spending time at the Royal Pavilion and Brighton Pier. As they later lounged in the hot tub, Hannah had told Peter she was taking him out that night but wouldn’t tell him where. Just that he would have fun. He was dubious and he discovered he was right to be as she led him into the pub.
There at the front was a garishly lit stage and several people in different stages of intoxication butchering a Sugarbabes song. And that was saying something.
“Ta da!” Hannah spread her arms, grinning.
Peter did an about face but was halted before he could take a step. “I am not doing karaoke.”
“Aw. Why not?” Hannah stopped her foot and pouted. “You sing in the shower all the time.”
“For a very private audience.”
“Please? I’ll go first.” She stuck out her lip in a way that he knew she knew would always got to him.
“Fine, but I’m going to need a considerable amount of liquor in me.” She grinned and bounced before pulling him deeper into the crowd.
A half-hour later Hannah stood on the stage. “Right, I said I’d do this. So, I picked a song that is very special to my boyfriend and me. I love you, Peter.” He wondered what it could be and grinned as the guitar blared through the sound system. "Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go! They’re forming in a straight line…"
The crowd cheered as she curtseyed when she finished and then ran into Peter’s arms. “Your turn.”
“Do I have to?” He was going to no matter what but he wanted to see how far she would go to get him up there.
“I’ll give you a lolly if you do.”
“How could I refuse that?” He put his name and song in the queue but now it was his turn to keep her in suspense as to what he chose. When it was time he got on stage and accepted the microphone. “This is a special song for a special lady.” He saw Hannah smile as Killer Queen started up. He tried not to laugh when she rolled her eyes as he sang, “Met a man from China. Complications minor…”
She gave him a standing ovation when he finished. “Cheeky git,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
“You love it.”
“Yep. That wasn’t so bad now was it?”
“I guess not. And I might be persuaded to go back up there again given the right company.” She grinned. “But I want two lollies then.” They put their names in again and when he pointed out a song, they both knew it was the perfect choice.
They belted out the Elephant Love Medley with Peter as Nicole and Hannah as Ewan to the joy of the crowd.
They stayed until closing and then moved to another pub where a rock band was doing cover versions of R & B classics. The whole pub sang along and closed down this pub to the band’s rendition of Barry White.
The next day was their last. After a bright, warm morning on the beach turned into lunchtime of rain, they chose to make use of what the hotel had to offer, like they originally planned. Hannah dragged Peter to a couples’ massage and then he left her to get pampered in the day spa for the rest of the afternoon while he checked them out and wandered the town.
He was glad he’d thought of the trip. It was a good way to cap off their healing process after the misunderstanding. A good escape from their daily lives. Now they could go back refreshed, knowing their relationship was in a safe solid place for the time being.
After he picked her up, they went for a meal on the pier, overlooking the water. The rain had stopped as the sun set, making for an incredibly romantic mood. Peter said as much as he reached across the table to take Hannah’s hand. She called him a sap and fed him a bite of her cake.
They took the final train out back to London. As it was the last, a Sunday and the rain had sent many people packing earlier in the day, the car was almost empty save for an old man dozing in the back.
Peter looked around to see their lack of company and back at his and Hannah’s joined hands. She had nestled against his shoulder and was gazing out the window. He nudged her. “Have you ever seen Risky Business?”
“Before we all knew Tom Cruise was insane, yeah.”
“I quite like that one scene.”
She sat up and grinned. “You gonna slide around in your underwear and an Oxford?”
“No. Wouldn’t mind seeing you doing it though. No, I was thinking about the one on the train.”
She looked around and saw what he did. She smirked as she climbed into his lap. “Hmm. I quite like that one too.”
He ran a hand up her leg, under her flimsy sundress and over her bottom. “Am I imagining things or do you not have any knickers on?”
“They’d ruin the line of the dress.”
“Can’t have that.” He kissed her, moving to her neck as she fumbled with his belt and fly. It wasn’t long before they were moving together; letting the vibrations of the train add to the sensations they were creating on their own.
He kept her on top of him until their station was announced. They pulled themselves together before they came to stop, nodded to the old man as they stepped out and took a cab back to his flat.
They changed and climbed into bed. Hannah rolled over and traced the side of Peter’s face. “I had a lovely time. Thank you for taking me.”
He took the hand and kissed the palm. “Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t sing in front of strangers for just anyone, you know.”
“You had fun.”
“I admit nothing.” He let out an 'oomph' as Hannah jumped on top of him and lifted his t-shirt. “Oh, now really, that’s not going to work. Honestly.” He giggled as she tickled his sides. That only spurred her on. When he gathered his wits, he let his hands drift under the shirt she had on and tickled her back.
Things progressed from there as their clothes flew across the room. They both agreed it was a successful holiday all around.
Before they drifted off, Peter whispered in Hannah’s ear, “I still haven’t got my lollies.”
She elbowed him in the gut.
AN 2: As they would have ruined the make-up, here's Hannah's bikinis.
