Jim and June are walking through the park eating ice creams; Jim's is melting fast and dripping down his top...
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"Bloody hell Jim," June lifted a tissue from her bag. "You're worse than a kid."
"It's not my fault it's melting."
She licked the tissue and cleaned the drips of his face.
"June� people will see."
"You want them to see you looking a mess?"
"Well no-one was looking til you started doing that."
"I'm not taking you back to the station looking like that, people will know I treated you to an ice cream - I don't do it for all my officers." She smiled enigmatically.
"Ooh so I'm special then?"
"Hmm kind of - I suppose" She shrugged and started to walk again, licking her ice cream and smiling as Jim ran to catch up
"You suppose?" He stepped in front of her, forcing her to stop.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent before placing a hand on his shoulder "You're the best damn probationer I've ever had the pleasure of�"
"Pleasure of what June?" He grinned, bending down and licking her ice cream.
"Oh the pleasure of your sparkling wit - charm - oh and erm not to forget...." She pressed herself closer to him, holding her ice cream to one side. "Your erm other 'hidden' talents."
"Hidden??"
"Well I never imagined you could be so� inventive!"
He grabbed her waist and held her against him making her drop her ice cream on the floor as the laughed. "You wanna see inventive..." He chuckled.
"Look what you've done... I wanted to finish that�" she pouted.
"Wouldn't you rather have me instead?"
"Ice cream or you. Hard decision..." She grinned as he pressed himself against her. "Well given that one of your talents isn't quite so hidden now�" She laughed.
"Then perhaps your decision isn't as hard as you make out�"
"Oh.... it's hard alright."
"Fine if you'd rather have ice cream..." he turned as if to flounce off.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," June nodded at him. "Someone might notice."
"Ah," he blushed and looked awkward before turning back to face her.
"You see Mr Carver,� She drawled as she ran her fingers along the edge of his belt. "I had imagined, fantasised if you like, about sleeping with you... but I didn't realise you would be so... erm... what's the word? Blessed perhaps - in that department."
"Why thank you Ms Ackland." Jim blushed once more. "You do say the nicest things about me, guess that's why I love you� well that and your little ways if you get what I mean." His eyes twinkled as he looked at her.
She slapped his chest playfully. "You fool - come on we gotta get back."
"Awww." He pretended to sulk. "Am I ok to move now?" He muttered looking down towards the floor.
"I think so - come on," She linked her arm through his. "Only a few hours to go, perhaps we can call at the supermarket on the way home, get some ice cream to share."
"Oooh more ice cream?" Jim's eyes lit up. "And what might you want to do with it this time?"
"Now that would be telling. Lets just say licking may play a role again"
"Do I get to choose what flavour?"
"Sure - as long as I get to choose where we put it"
"Well in that case I'll have to think about it. I mean we can't have you eating it all can we."
June had to stop walking as she laughed. She held her stomach as she bent over in a fit of giggles. "Oh god, I can't believe we have these discussions - after years of talking about the handling of prisoners."
Jim chuckled. "Hmm you or prisoners. I know which one I prefer. Now you as a prisoner, that's a different story entirely."
"Don't get any ideas - I'm not into bondage type stuff, ice cream is as far as I go...." She nudged him in the ribs as they resumed their steady walk to the car
"Well I remember the days when you wouldn't even go as far as foodstuffs - not til Christmas with the whipped cream if my memory serves me correctly. Who knows what'll come next."
"That was Christmas, I was overwhelmed with the magnificent gifts and indulged in far too much wine and sex on the kitchen table... and the stairs..."
"And sofa... and the bathroom floor... and the hallway after one particular shopping trip." Jim winked at her.
"In all those carrier bags, I'll never get rid of that smell."
"Well I did hear many complaints from you at the time... you were the one to instigate it and you can't blame alcohol for that one."
"It was the many bargains we got at the store, got me all excited!"
"Well if you get turned on more by bargains than me, fine..."
June slammed her door shut. "Me corrupted you, honestly, I've never had so many ideas about sex in my life!"
"Yeah right," Jim laughed. "I don't believe that for a second... unless of course you're saying I'm the one that inspired you."
"Of course." She leant over and kissed his cheek.
"Watch out you'll give me an inflated ego."
"Just your ego?" She patted his leg and started the car
Jim spluttered. "June Ackland! What I said about you was true - you're corrupt."
"Just making up for lost time " she glanced over at him and bit her lip, regarding his lop sided smile. "Ok, maybe we should get back to work. We can continue this conversation later." She put her seatbelt on and put the car into first, pulling out of the car park & into the busy streets.
"Spoilsport." Jim turned to look at June as she drove off in the direction of the station. "How much later is later?"
"What time is it - about 3?"
"Erm, almost half past." Jim replied.
"Well let's say 3 hours..."
"3 BLOODY HOURS! What kind of Saint do you think I am?!"
"Hey I'm the Saint round here. Everyone knows that. And will you stop staring at me. You're making me paranoid." June grinned at him.
"I thought you hated that name - Saint June?"
"I do."
He moved his hand over to hers. "Well I could take the Saint part away ya know."
"I'm driving Jim�"
"So... you can stop driving for a while can't you?" He slid his hand up her thigh.
"Jim!" She snapped one hand from the wheel to clamp down on his, preventing him from moving any higher.
"What's up? Afraid your halo might get tarnished?" He grinned as he slipped his hand from under hers and continued up her leg.
"June!! You're wearing stockings." He squeezed her thigh and she smiled, taking in a deep breath as they stopped at traffic lights. The turning for the station was next, she could either take it - or carry on & enjoy life right now...
"Wouldn't you like to know what I am, or in this case, am not wearing?" She giggled. As the traffic lights turned green she put moved off slowly.
She passed the turning, bit down on her lip and headed for the derelict industrial estate at the far side of town, well out of Sun Hill's patch.
"I think you missed the turning June," Jim smiled.
"Did I? Oh dear... Guess I heard there was a disturbance over at the industrial estate - we should check it out seeing as we're here."
"Sergeant Ackland! In her car! Who'd have thought?"
"On Police Time too - I am a bad BAD girl"
"You might have to be punished for that later." Jim grinned his eyes twinkling.
June pulled the car inside an old garage, away from sight, it had begun to rain and she could imagine that nobody would ever know they were hidden there. Two happily in love people hiding away from the storm.
"What are you smiling about?" Jim asked as he took his seatbelt off.
"Just - thinking - what you'd like."
"Like??"
"A-ha." She twisted in her seat so she could see him better and slowly opened the buttons on her shirt, so he just caught a glimpse of her bra. Another Christmas present!
Jim smiled. "I like that... a lot. Do I get anything else?"
"That depends?"
"On what?"
"On what I get in return..."
"Oh playing that game are we...." Jim shrugged and reached over to her, tracing a line with his index finger down the curve of her neck across her collarbone to the top of her breasts. Then he leant forward and kissed her there. "You smell so good..." he whispered.
"Mmm" Her hand reached down to the buttons on his jeans.
Jim's body jerked against her at the contact. "Should we move into the back?"
"What you rushing for?" June smiled at him as her hand slid inside the front of his jeans. "Ahh so that's why you're rushing." She grinned wickedly unbuttoning her shirt further with her free hand and sliding it down her shoulders.
"Ahh, multitasking," Jim's hands reached out to her again. "June..." he muttered.
"Yes..."
"Stockings on..." He ran his hand up the silky material. "Or off!"
He ran his hand further up her leg and smiled as June gasped out loud. "Think I just found out what you're not wearing." He chuckled.
"Hey! I'll have you know they're just small." She lifted one leg up & draped it over his. "Some man with no idea on what is comfortable to wear bought them for me." She rubbed her leg against him, but leant back in her seat, pressed her head against the window & closed her eyes. Too far back for him to touch her, but close enough for him to watch her face - the smile on her face, the half closed eyes.
"Anyone would think you planned this." He looked at her and smiled. "Stockings, barely there underwear..."
She widened her eyes and gazed over at him, deeply, intensely. "As if I ever would..." She looked quite innocent, leant like that, the expression on her face, her hair just falling to one side. But she was still teasing him with her foot.
"So June, how long are we going to sit here like this?" Jim gasped again as her foot slid against him. "Only... you know... and we might be missed back at the station."
"You're trying to rush this - no foreplay, we can't even have that anymore, are we that far along in the relationship?" She couldn't help but smile as he gasped again and held onto her foot
"It's not funny," He rubbed her foot gently, slowly sliding his hand up the silky material. "And I can't reach you properly here."
"Oh I'm well aware of that."
"So you like to watch me suffer?"
"I like a lot of things." She lifted herself back up, removing her leg from him and moving into a kneeling position in her chair. He watched intently as she slid the tight skirt down her hips, to her knees, then off her ankles. Dropping it into his lap she moved again so she could lean over to him, resting her hands flat against his shoulders. "Who would have imagined this... June Ackland in her underwear in her car in a deserted area with little Jim Carver." She was smiling but her voice had an edge to it, deep, sultry.
"If only Gina Gold could see you now." he chuckled.
"Don't go there, Jim." June warned, as she moving closer to him and leant forward, her breasts tantalisingly close to his face as he looked up and kissed the soft skin between them. His hands slid round to her back and undid the clasp before pulling it away from her body.
"Ahh, now wait a second young man." She tapped his chin with her finger. June covered her breasts with her arm and manoeuvred her slight frame into the back seat.
"There's no way I'll be able to do that." He opened the car door and climbed out, taking a gulp of the rain soaked air. When he opened the back door she was half lying back on the seat, looking up at him, completely relaxed, so very much his. He took his t-shirt off and handed it to her, then slipped his shoes off before he climbed into the car. There wasn't much room and he immediately had to lie on top of her.
Reaching out with one hand he clumsily pulled the door shut behind him.
"Anyone would think you weren't used to this?" June laughed.
"Who said I was?" Jim cupped her face and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down her frame to the one piece of clothing she was still wearing. "Don't think you'll be needing this much longer." He grinned as his hand grasped the flimsy material and pushed it down her legs.
"For someone not used to it you have a pretty good grasp of things..." She pushed him back from her and twisted her body out from under his. Jim fell down flat onto his back and stared up at her, wide eyed, he almost looked completely unaware of what was happening to him. June made short work of his jeans and quickly stripped them down to his ankles, followed by his boxer shorts. She moved her body on top of his, straddling his thighs.
Jim laughed as he looked up at June. "You're gorgeous." he muttered as she leant forward once more and kissed his neck, moving down slowly to his chest, his stomach and the tops of his legs. He shivered in anticipation; her palms were pressed flat against his chest as she regarded his expression.
�Jim, would you mind sitting up for a second?�
He looked startled but did as she asked. Leaning back against the window and pulling his legs further up the seat so June could slip between them. Kneeling in front of him and smiling warmly at him as her fingers wandered down his thighs � he closed his eyes again and took a deep breath.
"I do love you June."
"I know you do... that's what makes this even better."
She held eye contact with him for a split second before slowly lowering her head as he closed his eyes.
He held out his hand to grasp her shoulder and was moaning her name.........
"Jim? Jim?� He knew that voice.
His eyes were unaccustomed to the harsh sunlight. It bathed down on his face; he had to shield his eyes as he looked up. A confused June staring down at him, an ice cream in each hand. "You fell asleep?"
"I did - god - I'm sorry..." He stuttered as he dragged himself up into a sitting position
Jim smiled self-consciously and reached out for the cornet, licking the drips from his hand as he took it off her. He looked up at her with ice cream dribbles on his chin.
"Bloody hell Jim," June laughed. "You're worse than a kid."
"God I just had - the strangest sense of d�j� vu."
"You did?" She sat down next to him
"Yea - was dreaming something..."
"Well you'd better finish that up quick cos we gotta be back at the station in 15 minutes. Here�� She handed him a tissue from her bag. �To clean yourself up.�
�Thanks.� He licked the ice cream and watched a young couple pass by them, teasing each other, openly flirting and giggling. �June��
�Hmm?�
�You wearing stockings by any chance?�
�What? Are you kidding in this heat � it�s the middle of summer.�
�So what are you wearing?�
�Jim, you shouldn�t be asking me things like that in a park.� She muttered as she finished off her ice cream and cleaned her hands.
�Nobody can hear us. Nobody cares.�
She got up from the bench and deposited the tissue in the waste-bin. Standing in front of him and shielding him once again from the sun, he could see her smile lighting up her wonderful eyes. �For your information I�m wearing�� She bent down to him, her hands resting on his shoulders. �I�m wearing��
�Yes.� He looked up expectantly.
She kissed him gently. �Underwear, as any respectable woman would.� She smiled again, she was very happy these days. �You taste of ice cream.� She stood up straight and held out her hand. �Come on young man, back to the sauna we call an office.�
Jim shrugged and wiped his hands dry. Stupid bloody dream, he muttered under his breath as he threw the soaked tissue away. He turned and ran to catch up with June taking hold of her hand and swinging her arm as they made their way to the car park. �Can we call by the industrial estate on the way back?�
�What for?�
�Just something I need to check out��