They made their way back up stairs. Fletch wasn't joking about Jac putting his shirt back on but this time he left her in no doubt as to how aroused he was by it as he first undressed her, stopping her when she reached out for him, and then her pulled the shirt onto her now naked form.
"I want to touch you Fletch" Jac complained
"Not yet babe just let me ...." his voice faded as he began to kiss and nuzzle her bare shoulder whilst his hands trailed her inner thighs. Every nerve in Jac's body was on fire, every kiss and stroke sending electricity shooting to her core. Fletch was unlike anyone she had ever been with. She was holding back tears as the experience was so intense. Overwhelmed she breathed "I love you so much" almost inaudible but Fletch heard. His heart swelled - how had this ever happened. He responded by kissing her tenderly and gently guiding her to the bed.
After they were both sated from their physical union, Fletch had Jac in his arms stroking her hair
"Literally cannot ever remember being this happy" he said
"What about your wife?"
"We were too young"
"Not even bunny boiler Tate?" Asked Jac mischievously . That earned her a gentle slap on her arm
"It was like scratching an itch . I mean, did the job but literally nothing. But you know that, you're just teasing. I can't tell you how much I regret it, and how much it should have been you"
"Well I guess I have to take some responsibility for leaving you hanging without a word. I'm not an idiot Fletch I knew there was something there between us but too fucked up to do anything to about it"
"It's ancient history. I can't remember what my life was like without you in it"
"Oh you're so cheesy Fletcher"
"Are you staying over?"
"Are you asking?"
"Well obviously" he chuckled
"I'll have to get off early because Jonny's bringing Emma home. You do know she has a huge crush on you after that day you looked after her and persuaded her to go back to crèche "
"She's a little sweetheart"
"Just like her mum?" Jac teased
"I didn't say that now did I?" he tickled her
Jac tried to wriggle out of his reach giggling
"I surrender. I'm not a sweetheart" Jac laughed
"Mmm perhaps you are after all"
They slept with Fletch's arm protectively around her waist as she slept on her stomach.
At about 3am, Fletch's mobile rang
"Hello? Hello is there anyone there?" No one spoke so he hung up
"Who was that babe?" asked Jac sleepily
"Don't know. Unknown number and they didn't speak. Just go back to sleep"
5 minutes later it happened again and then 20 minutes after that.
"Look whoever this is just stop Ok?"
He then turned his phone off snuggling back down into Jac
In her kitchen Abigail Tate sat with a bottle of whiskey and Adrian Fletcher's HR record that as well as his address included his phone number - let's see if we can't disturb the happy couple she thought to herself
