Summary: Missing scene from Need To Know--what happened after Bodie and Doyle went off duty, when they had spent the day with the knowledge that Cowley may be corrupt?
Bodie followed the trail of discarded jacket, holster and boots through to the kitchen and leaned on the doorframe to admire the view. Without the sheepskin to cover them, Ray's jeans bordered on the obscene. Not that Bodie was complaining. Not everyone was as lucky as him, getting to watch that pert backside all day. And all night if he was lucky.
The sharp crunch of a knife through veg told him that dinner was on its way and, tossing his jacket over the back of the chair, Bodie sauntered over to his partner and slipped his arms around Ray's waist. Perfect. Now he could grope and steal food at the same time.
"Hands off," Ray warned, with a half glance back over his shoulder that put his lips in just the right position for a kiss. Not one to ignore temptation, especially when it was as tempting as this, Bodie stole what he wanted, mouth and fingers moving in concert. One stealing Ray's breath, the other a handful of fresh peppers.
After a few seconds, Ray turned, making their embrace easier and deepening the kiss until Bodie felt his knees start to shake. Luscious, that was the word. Always sprung into his mind when Ray kissed him like this. Luscious lips. Poetic in a cheesy, bad headline, way.
A hand pushed between them, flattening over Bodie's groin and pressing against hardening flesh. God, that was good. Mind bendingly good. Fun as it was to spend the day looking, it was as frustrating as hell not being able to touch, and Ray knew it. This pre-dinner dance was as traditional as the shared meal itself. A taste of the evening ahead.
Close to purring and closer to bending Ray over the counter and having his wicked way, Bodie finally came up for oxygen. Hazy eyed, he brought his hand to his mouth, planning on consuming the fruits of crime, only to find it empty and Doyle grinning at him toothily.
"Oi!" he pouted, seeing his ill-gotten gains returned to the chopping board for another go round under the knife.
"Told you, hands off," Ray said. "And I meant everything."
"All that doublethink, been spending too much time with the Cow," Bodie shot back and then lapsed into silence. Not the easiest of days, waiting for one of the few men you respect to be judged for treason.
Ray echoed his silence, concentrating on his task. Only when the sauce was prepared and the pasta boiling did he venture the question both of them had been asking themselves all day. "Reckon he did it?"
Bodie didn't even stop to think. "Nah. Closest the old man's come to letting the side down is having loose knicker elastic on parade."
The End
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