Boyfriends best friend (Holby city)

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Amelia knew how she hadn't been able to go through Fletch's medical records. She knew she couldn't. She didn't want to invade his privacy.

She knew that whatever was going on with him, was none of her business. And he would tell her when he was ready. She wasn't going to let him suffer alone or think that he can't trust her.

Amelia knew that she and Fletch had been through lately. And how they had started off as an affair. But she had fallen deeply in love with him. And she couldn't imagine her life without him.

Fletch spun Amelia against the wall, pressing her into it as the door to the bedroom clicked shut. The two of them had been out for a few hours to think about how they rebuilt their relationship. But it had gotten heated with them both.

"Best date night ever," Amelia grinned when his lips closed in on hers.

He would have smiled, but he had other things on his mind, the evidence of which was pressing into her stomach.

Pulling her from the wall, he guided her toward the bed, fingers tugging at the zipper of her dress as he did.

"Fletch..."

"Yes." The material slipped from her frame, pooling at her feet.

"Happy date day."

He smirked and flicked the clasp of her bra free. "Didn't know this was a day to celebrate," he said as he kissed her.

Leaning forward, she slid her underwear down her legs, kicking them off when they reached her ankles. "You're in a hurry."

Her fingers moved to his button up, the one he'd paired with jeans and had left untucked, dislodging each catch as she worked her way from the bottom up.

"How often do we get time away from being doctors?" She shoved the material off his shoulders. "I thought we could take advantage of the time we have."

Fletch bit back the threatening smirk when her fingers slipped between flesh and the hem of his pants. "Did you plan to relax at all while we're here?" He asked.

Her fingers slid forward, tugging his jeans forcefully enough that he had to step closer to her, then gently released the clasp. "Did you want to?" The jeans tugged down his thighs, but her eyes remained locked with his even as she squatted.

He lifted each leg almost thoughtlessly letting her undress him. It wasn't until he'd realized that she'd removed his underwear as well and was kneeling before him, her fingers trailing up his thighs that he responded. "Sleep is overrated." It came out breathier than he'd intended when her hands reached the end of their path.

Amelia was grinning with her fingers wrapped around him, lightly pumping when his mind finally processed the scene before him. "Pleased with yourself?" His voice was fully composed this time.

"Very."

He chuckled as her grin grew larger. "Get on the bed."

Amelia scurried to her feet. "Yes sir."

She giggled when he bit his lip and shook his head, following her. His arm stretched out flipping her over as she reached the middle of the bed then crawled above her, effectively pinning her in place. "You want to be dominated?"