The Professionals Circuit Archive - Party Spirit	 Party Spirit

 

by O Yardley

  
 *Party Spirit series #1*

Christmas celebrations at CI5 are always rather incestuous affairs. 

For obvious reasons, active agents like Bodie and me aren't encouraged to
gather all together in one place at a prearranged time outside HQ, and
security limits the number of visitors allowed within the hallowed
precincts. Probably ashamed to have anyone see the Victorian dump we have
to work in, if the truth be known.

Call me slow if you like but I didn't realise until I actually got to the
party my second Christmas with the squad that the unfortunate events of
last year's do had not been forgotten. That first year the party had
included typists, tea-ladies, the lot; this year the powers-that-be (read
George Cowley) had decreed the agents were to have our own, separate
binge.

I can't think why.

I mean, two pregnancies, four fights, three broken engagements and a
divorce isn't much.

Must've bin that broken bottle of Glenfiddich that did it.

Very unforgiving, our George. But we love him just the same.

I think.

Anyway, for some reason Bodie and I were late and when we did arrive we
found all the girls had already been booked.

Gonna 'ave to 'ave a word with George about female equality around 'ere. I
mean, only one woman for each six to seven blokes is stretchin' 'em a bit
thin. I'm surprised his Calvinistic soul doesn't faint at the thought.

Did our best, both of us, but they seemed to think our late arrival was a
personal insult. Some of the blokes got a bit stroppy as well. Thought
Murph was goin' to crown Bodie at one point when all he did was ask Susan
a civil question.

Well, *I* thought he expressed it civilly.

Mind you, I could've told 'im it wasn't any good -- she'd already told me
'no' rather decisively.

Twice.

Some women have no taste at all.

Made do with each other then. All George's fault, we told each other,
linking arms. Mac and Lucas weren't doing too well, either. Not with the
birds, I mean. They were doin' OK with each other so far as I could tell.

I'd had my suspicions of those two for a long time. Nudged Bodie,
wondering if 'e'd noticed 'em twined in a knot on that sofa. Caught a sort
of wistful look in 'is eye. Got worried for a minute, specially when 'is
'and came snaking around my bum an' he started breathin' 'eavy in my ear.

Felt a bit better when he said: "Wouldn't consider a sex change, would
you, sunshine? I'm feeling deprived."

"'s not the only thing you're feeling," I told him shortly, edging away.
Not too far, though; I don't mind Bodie. He touches a lot; doesn't bother
me. Get in a bit on my own account when I want to. Easy with one another,
we are.

Or were.

Too soon to tell yet.

'ad plenty to drink. Bit to eat. Even remember talking to George at one
point, something about the security arrangements for an upcoming state
visit. Must 'ave made sense, I s'pose, because he listened politely to our
suggestions. Either that or 'e was pie-eyed as well. No way to tell if he
was; carries his drink like a gent, does Cowley.

Around about 3.00 he piled us all into taxis, sent us off to our
respective homes. Takes care of us, times like that. Purely selfish, of
course; wants to make sure he won't 'ave to go to the trouble of training
a new crowd should we all lose our licences. Still, he'd paid for the cabs
in advance which was nice.

Trouble was, Bodie was so taken aback at bein' told there was nothin' to
pay he got out at my place with me and the cabbie 'ad gone before we
realised.

'ad to laugh, 'e looked so daft standing there on the edge of the pavement
waving 'is 'and all pathetic-like, too well-brought-up to yell out loud in
the middle of the night.

Hauled out my keys; picked 'em up again. Told 'im to stop swearin' like
that unless 'e wanted to spend the night on the mat and got the door open
for us.

Decided we'd better 'ave a coffee, sober up a bit before we went to bed.
Nothing worse than gettin' in to bed and finding your head goes on going
down and down and your feet keep floating up and up -- horrible sensation.

Dunno what we talked about; lot of nonsense, I expect. I know we spent a
lot of the time giggling but then Bodie's always made me laugh, even while
he's irritating the hell out of me. Full of party spirit the way we were
we'd've laughed at anything up to an' includin' Cowley doing a striptease.

Finished our coffee and got ready for bed like good little boys. The Cow
had been fairly explicit about what 'e'd do to anyone late on duty next
day. Told Bodie not to be so bleedin' daft when he talked about sleepin'
on the sofa. Actually, I was feeling too knackered to go sortin' out
blankets and pillows for him; much cosier all round to 'ave 'im in with
me. Plenty of room in there for two, I'd always found.

Very conscientious we were at first, keeping ourselves to ourselves,
remembering the other body in the bed wasn't one of our birds. OK when we
were awake and talking. In any case, after a bit we got used to the idea
of being in bed together and stopped worrying when we touched
accidentally. By the time I dropped off to sleep -- about two minutes
after he did, I think -- he was lying with his knee tucked against my
thigh and one hand on my waist. Warming it, he said. Didn't feel all that
cold, but I let it pass.

Dunno what time it was when I woke up. Too early to get up, anyway. I was
warm and comfortable, snuggled up close to someone and feeling fruity. Was
just coming around to the idea of waking 'er up for a bit of friendliness
when I recalled who it was in bed with me, one arm laid over mine.

Feeling didn't go away.

Got worse, if anything.

I was about to roll away from him slowly, without waking him, when he let
out a great big sigh right in my ear and started to rub my shoulder gently
with the palm of his hand.

Nearly died of shock.

Didn't say anything. Couldn't. Thought he was doin' it in his sleep at
first, you see. Thought I'd wait until he stopped and then slide back to
my own side of the bed. But he didn't stop. Anything but. Before long he
was running his hand over my chest, brushing his fingers over my nipples
and raising a positive forest of goosepimples all over me.

Knew I ought to tell him to stop. Knew I wasn't going to. Knew if he did
I'd do everything I could to get him to start again.

Didn't think I'd 'ave any bother, not the way 'e was breathing, deep 'n
hard; long, warm, shuddering waves of it over my neck.

Turns me on something cruel, that does.

I tried to turn towards him but he wasn't 'avin' any. Got his left arm
under me and pulled me to him, holding me on my back, half on him, half on
the mattress; used his right hand to explore all over my chest and
stomach, driving me wild.

Did my best to lie still at first. Couldn't keep it up. Not with the way
he'd got *me* up, if you follow me. Snaked my right arm behind me and over
him, feeling down his flank.

With my head where it was I could hear his heart going like the clappers
against his ribs, echoing mine. Both of us so ruddy turned on, I thought
dizzily, could use us instead of a searchlight.

Got a bit reckless then. Reckoned 'e wasn't going to go coy on me, not at
this stage. Slid my hand over his hipbone until my fingertips found him.

Rubbed gently up and down the length of him.

Felt like sun-warmed velvet. Beautiful.

Then his hand closed on me and my heart was bangin' away in my throat,
nearly choking me.

Was desperate to come. Had to come. Had to. No longer mattered how. If
he'd stopped I'd've gone ahead and done it for myself, right there in the
bed beside him.

But he didn't stop. Pleasured me perfectly. Exquisitely. Brought me right
to the brink and fell over it with me, making a noise in my ear like the
creak of an old leather armchair.

Me, I'm more of your muted-foghorn type.

Lay there for ages too knocked-out to think.

Bodie wasn't saying anything, either. Thank god.

My fingers were all slippery with him; surprised me I found it so
pleasant. Unexpected that, same as everything else. Wondered vaguely how
it'd taste. Didn't 'ave the guts to lick my hand and see, though.

In the end, when the continued silence was getting unnerving, I let him go
and wriggled around to face him; opened my mouth to say 'is name.

Quick as a flash, his hand came up, one finger lying firmly across my
lips.

Wasn't much light in the room, just enough for me to see the warning look
in 'is eye but the message was obvious. Say nothing. If we didn't talk
about it it hadn't happened and we could carry on as before.

Well, we could try.

We'd 'ave to -- unless we wanted to explain to the Cow what had gone wrong
between us.

If it had.

'ave to wait an' see, wouldn't we.

Do my best to make it OK, Bodie, I promised silently, turning over away
from him.

Didn't think I would but I went back to sleep. So did Bodie. Know that
because he was snoring like a traction engine when I woke up. Left 'im
lying there while I went an' 'ad a shower. Felt better about facing 'im
fully dressed.

Needn't 'ave worried; he was just the same as he always is, suave bugger.
Too good-lookin' for 'is own good.

Or mine.

Gave 'im a smile just to show there was no ill-feeling. Made 'im blink a
bit.

Made me feel a whole lot better, that did. Thought I was the only sufferer
up to then.

But we got to work awfully early. Not like us.

Told the Cow to look on it as his Christmas present. Didn't seem to
impress 'im.

Me, I'm, wondering what New Year's gonna bring me.

-- THE END --

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