Ah, here is Chapter 2 of Gangs of London. Wow apart from Hot Chocolate(and another NC-17 fic that I am writing by hand...which I won't go into) I have never really stuck to a fan fic but this one I certainly am.
Credit to Ama for telling me where Metropolis is, cus I have used that in this chap xD
I made a video trailer for Gangs of London is anyone wants to see it:
http://www.veoh.com/videos/v518870dBrrD74q
It was really hard to get the right clips but I did my best.
Chapter 2 Rated R for Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Slight political/terrorist references, Strong Language
Gangs of London
Chapter 2
‘Hmm…er…hello,’ I grumble into my mobile, lifting my head from the pillow exhaustedly.
‘Hi May, I’m sorry, did I wake you?’ Dawn’s very-much-awake voice sounds through the phone, ‘I saved your number and thought I would give you a call. You said you wanted to meet up today?’
‘Yeah, yeah I did,’ I say, sitting up in bed.
‘What time?’
‘Well…I have work until five, so how about six o’ clock? At Starbucks?’
‘Sure, see you then. Bye!’
I tie my hair into two wet plaits carefully, neglecting to blow-dry my hair and get dressed quickly, looking at the list that the receptionist gave me. I need to report to a small pub in Bromley…Bromley? That means I have to get the underpass. Bloody great.
I remember her telling me to dress and look nice for this job, for the customers liked having pretty girls serving them. Not that it was a sleaze pub, that was just what they liked. I look down at my tight jeans and flowing pink shirt, and look up into the mirror. For once I feel…pretty. Perhaps Dawn’s compliment has simply boosted my confidence, or maybe it is because I am actually making an effort for once. I also know that when I take my hair out their plaits, it will go into beautiful curls, which always flatters my features.
*
I'm silent on the under-pass train, twisting the ticket in my hands.
‘I swear, it’s surprising they are still running these things,’ an elderly woman is raving near to me, ‘after those terrorist attacks. You’d think Blair would stop them.’
‘Mom please,’ murmurs a woman who looks in her thirties, ‘it’s perfectly safe.’
‘Sure, they thought it was safe in New York until…’
‘Can I have your ticket Miss,’ a voice jolts me from my ear-wagging on their conversation.
The conductor is looking at me expectantly and I hand him my ticket hastily. His eyes run over me, as though analysing whether I am an innocent passenger. Please say I look innocent…
‘Thank you, Miss,’ he says, giving the ticket back to me and moving along to the mother and daughter.
Thank god for that. After everything that old woman has been saying, it has gotten me paranoid about even being on this tube train. I never had any fear of anything happening around me in Shropshire, except perhaps the occasional strike of vandalism and a stabbing once a year. In London, that is just not comparison. Nice to feel safe.
*
Dawn felt herself being lifted from her sleeping position and she opened her eyes in confusion. She had been resting her head on Paul’s chest and he was sitting up, laying her back onto the pillow.
‘Honey…where are you going?’ Dawn asked groggily.
‘Business,’ her husband replied simply, ‘what are you doing today?’
‘Oh yes, I am probably going to meet up with a friend of mine later today.’
‘Who?’
‘She’s called May, Drew has seen her,’ Dawn stopped, realising that if Paul asked Drew about her, it probably wouldn’t help her case, ‘she is a lovely person.’
‘What part of East End’s she from?’ Paul asked, walking into their en suite and leaving the door open to hear her reply.
‘Actually, she isn’t from the East End,’ Dawn calls, ‘she isn’t from London at all, but she is living near Trafalgar Square.’
‘She ain’t a yank is she?’ Paul asked, poking his head around the door of the bathroom.
‘No she isn’t, but how many times do I have to remind you that I am half “yank” you narrow-minded…’ Dawn trailed off and smiled jokily at him, ‘what business do you have?’
‘I have to sort out the alcohol orders for the club, stuff like that.’
Dawn had learned from her long relationship and marriage to Paul Scathen never to ask what “stuff like that” really was. It was never worth being shouted at for “accusing him of lying”, when he actually was. She just played the good girl role and went along with most things he did and said.
‘Dawn, get us a cup of tea for when I get out of here will ya’,’ Paul called, his voice muffled by the shower.
‘Sure honey,’ she replied automatically.
She flipped her legs out of the bed and picked up her mobile, before throwing her dressing gown on, shivering in the morning cold. It was supposedly “quite warm” in London for it was in the South of England. Was it fu-
‘Dawn you still here?’ Paul’s voice called again.
‘Yeah, I’m just about to go down to do it. What’s wrong?’
‘Tell Drew that I have a meeting with Jenkins after all if he is downstairs.’
‘’Kay.’
Dawn slipped her baby-blue slippers on, (which matched her dressing-gown), and pattered down the stairs, walking quietly past Drew’s room in case he was still in bed. Once in the kitchen, she laid three cups out and put a teabag in each, ignoring the fact that Drew always moaned that she put the milk in before the boiled water. Waiting for the kettle to boil, she found the text on her mobile from May and saved the number, dialling it and allowing the dialling tone to hum in her ear.
‘Hello?’ came a groggy voice and Dawn realised that the chances were that May was still in bed.
Dawn apologised for waking her and moved on to ask about their meeting that evening: six o’ clock in Starbucks. That suited her fine, because that was usually the time Drew and Misty started drinking and she was always irritated by Misty’s over-flirtatious and immature attitude around Drew…and Drew. Well, although he insisted alcohol didn’t change him…it did. He became edgy and even more easily annoyed, and it made Dawn feel even more uncomfortable than she already was being around him.
‘Please tell me one of them is for me,’ a low grunt caused Dawn to start and whirl around hastily.
The almost non-existent grip that her slippers had caused her to slip on the tiled floor sharply. Her hair fell into her face and she brushed it away furiously, looking up at the person who had so rudely shocked her.
‘Very poised,’ Drew yawned, staring down at her.
Dawn felt her face burn with embarrassment and she scrambled to her feet quickly, turning away from Drew who was (inevitably to increase her humiliation) only in his boxers. Not that he seemed to be phased at all. Dawn knew that if she looked at him, she would have to look at all of him. Including his broad shoulders, toned, muscly stomach and arms and…
‘For God’s sake,’ Dawn hissed as she slipped with the kettle and spilt a bit of water on the counter, 'and yes, one is for you.'
She heard Drew laugh behind her annoyingly at her clumsiness. Just because he was Mr Perfect and never made a mistake...she suddenly felt pressure on her arm, realising that Drew was right next to her. His chest was pressed against her shoulder as he leaned over her to get the sugar for his cup.
‘Cheers for the cuppa…when you’re done,’ he added as Dawn fumbled with a cloth to mop up the spilt liquid and began to pour the water again.
‘Excuse me,’ Dawn mumbled, turning around with her head bowed as she brushed past him to open the fridge, taking the milk out of it.
The only body I should see is my husband’s, Dawn played over in her head. But he was right there…
Oh sh
it. She looked. His torso was so…similar to Paul’s but more…powerfully intimidating and…so…gorge-
‘Oi!’ Drew snapped, clicking his fingers in front of Dawn’s face, ‘you gonna’ do me a cup of tea this morning or should I go and wait in bed?’
‘Yes, you do that!’ she said quickly, tearing her eyes from his body and up to his, desperately trying to cover up the deep blush covering her cheeks, ‘I’ll bring it in for you.’
‘Whatever, just hurry up cause’ I am craving.’
Dawn breathed a sigh of relief as Drew walked past her and out of the room, leaving her to the teas alone again: the way she liked it. She just prayed that she had been staring at him furtively...fat chance. Oh please God say Misty isn’t in his room, I can’t be doing with her, Dawn thought scathingly. She threw the teabags into the bin and teetered upstairs with Drew’s and Paul’s cups. She could hear the shower still running in the en suite and Paul singing along to Bon Jovi from the shower-radio, and so put his cup of tea on the chest of drawers. She walked back across the landing and knocked lightly on Drew’s closed door.
‘Drew, I’ve got your cup of-’
‘Come in.’
Dawn crept into the room carefully, holding the cup of tea before her. The room was quite dim and she closed the door behind her.
‘Hey,’ she said, walking over to the bed where Drew was sat up (alone thankfully), reading a letter with a furrowed brow.
‘’Ite, cheers,’ he muttered as she placed it down on his bedside table.
‘Paul wanted me to tell you that he has a meeting with Jenkins.’
‘Oh…really?’ Drew looked at her for the first time since she entered the room, ‘he’s going to Metropolis then…?’
‘Where?’ Dawn asked, frowning.
Metropolis? Was that like…Scotland? Cornwall? A posh part of London?
‘Metropolis,’ Drew repeated, taking a sip of his tea, ‘New York. You know the state in that big country you went to on your honeymoon. America.’
‘America?’ Dawn cried, ‘how do you know he is going to America?’
‘Because Jenkins lives in New York, and I seriously doubt he is gonna’ come to England. But hey, on the bright side, you’ll be able to give Paul a shopping list. Misty’s going to see her Mom in Wales tonight so it’ll just be me and you, okay?’
‘No! Paul can’t just leave today.’
‘Who’s not leaving today?’ Paul opened the door and looked from Drew to Dawn.
‘Are you going to New York to see this Jenkins guy…today?!’ Dawn demanded, neglecting to try and be polite.
Paul opened the door wider, revealing that he only had a towel wrapped around his waist-down.
‘Yeah, I meant to tell you after I got out of the shower. It will only be for a couple of weeks.’
‘
Weeks?!’ Dawn shrieked, gob smacked, ‘you give me a few hours notice that you are going away for a couple of
weeks?!’
‘Babe, shut up screaming at me,’ Paul grumbled, beckoning her over.
‘Well what do you expect? You can’t just leave and not even give me a days notice,’ Dawn said, stepping nearer to him, ‘that isn’t fair…’
‘Dawn, just leave it!’ Paul suddenly shouted, making her jump, ‘I am going and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t p
iss me off right before I go.’
Dawn’s eyes watered slightly and she blinked rapidly to hide it. Paul reached out and tapped her cheek affectionately.
‘I’m gonna’ get packed babe, go to the club and then I’ll be off. I’ll pop in and see you before I go. In a bit mate,’ he added to Drew who didn’t bother to respond.
He walked out of the room and Dawn turned back to Drew sadly. He raised one eyebrow at her and she turned her eyes away from him, staring around his room.
‘Oi, get out,’ Drew said.
‘Huh?’ Dawn was about to feel hurt, when she noticed that Drew’s smirk was showing humour and she smiled back.
‘Dawn, since Misty ain’t here are you going to do dinner for us?’
By “us” of course, he means him. His annoying slang.
‘Sure,’ Dawn said quietly, ‘I am meeting a friend at six, so it will be about eight, is pizza okay?’
Drew nodded mutely, looking back down at his letter. His eyes were flicking down it and Dawn couldn’t help but watch him for a few moments. However of course, she realised that this was rather stupid and turned to walk out, before Drew spoke abruptly.
‘Oh and Dawn…’
‘Yeah?’ she replied, turning to look at him.
‘Just cause’ Paul won’t be here doesn’t mean you can jump into bed with me,’ Drew said with a nasty smirk.
Dawn cut her eyes in anger but decided that she would not dignify that talk with an answer. She heard Drew give a small laugh which sounded like “Hmph” and closed the door behind her, closing it a little harder than was perhaps necessary.
*
‘Hey darlin’, you here for the waitress job?’ a man in his forties asks me as I step into the smoky, rough-looking (but strangely cosy) pub.
‘Yes I am. From the temp agency,’ I say, messing with my curls self-consciously.
‘You’re just on time. This is when it starts to get busy,’ he says, leading me behind the bar, ‘do you know how to use these things?’
He points to some things that the beer comes out of. Just because I don’t know what they are called doesn’t mean I don’t know how to use them though. My best friend Jay and I had a Saturday job at the local pub in Ludlow so I know what to do. The technical names and…stuff doesn’t matter.
‘Yes, I used to work in a pub,’ I say truthfully.
‘Oh good, well some of the lads are already here and they will need seconds soon,’ he gestures to the men in the pub and then leaves me to it, walking out from the pub and out of a side door.
Lads? They are all plenty old enough to be my father’s. They mutter and grin at me as I remove my jacket and walk to the edge of the bar.
‘Hey love, what do we call you?’ one man asks and it is obvious that he has already drunk way too much.
‘You can call me May,’ I say confidently.
‘Give us a lager babe,’ another man calls (probably the youngest here who looks in his mid-thirties), ‘Carling. And you can call me Terry.’
‘Hello Terry, coming right up,’ I say, retrieving a pint glass from the shelf and carefully pulling the lager-thing (like I said, names don’t matter) slowly and filling it.
‘Ain’t she pretty?’ Terry calls to the other men, ‘I think we owe this girl a drink.’
‘I’m buying her a drink!’ says the first man who spoke to me, pushing a five-pound note onto the counter, ‘get yourself something, love.’
‘Nah, I’ll get her something,’ Terry snaps at him.
I smile slightly. Well, this is the kind of attention that I am not used too.
By the time I leave at five o’ clock, I have been offered about one hundred pounds worth of drinks and accepted about fifteen. Only having small WKDs means that although a little bit tipsy, I am still very much aware of my surroundings.
Getting off the underpass at Trafalgar, I look at my watch: 5:54pm. Damn. I hope I am not late meeting Dawn.
*
Dawn and Drew hadn’t spoken or moved since Paul left an hour previously. Drew was engrossed in a film called
The Hills Have Eyes and Dawn was pretending to be so, though certain scenes made her feel sick. Whence five o’ clock came she stood up abruptly.
‘I am going out now to meet someone. See you at about eight,’ she said to him, pulling her jacket from the side of the sofa and putting it on, running a comb through her hair.
‘Who you meeting?’ Drew asked, not taking his eyes from the television: where a man was sneaking through a house looking for his baby, that had been taken by the mutants…
‘May,’ Dawn said simply.
‘For fu-
why?’ Drew snapped, looking up at her.
‘Because I like her,’ she replied defiantly, ‘see you later.’
Although she knew that he would probably be angry with her later, she rushed out of the house, grabbing her key on the way. If it was so that May was bad news then there was all the move reason to be friends with her. Especially in comparison to the people Dawn already associated with.
Dawn had never been on the tube and found it strangely enjoyable. Apart from the strange stares that kept meeting her then averting straight away. Now she just had to remember where the Starbucks was. She walked towards the large sculpture of Alison Lapper in Trafalgar Square and suddenly remembers. It was…that way! She thought.
***
Quarter-past six and still no sign of Dawn. Maybe she isn’t coming after-all. Maybe her husband wouldn’t let her come, or maybe that other man wouldn’t.
‘May!’
Dawn clatters over to me and smiles apologetically.
‘I’m so sorry I’m late, I got lost.’
She comes from London and she got lost? We are just meant to be friends!
‘Oh its fine. How is your husband?’ I ask lightly, as Dawn orders a coffee.
‘Oh…he’s okay,’ she squirms a little in her chair, ‘he’s going to America for a couple of weeks on business.’
‘Oh really? What job does he have?’
For some reason I get the immediate impression that this is not a question that Dawn would like to be asked. She stirs her coffee obsessively, as though biding time before she is going to answer.
‘Well…he and Drew, remember him?’ she adds and I nod, ‘well they own a really good club in the East End. It is probably something…I mean it is something to do with that.’
She was going to say it is “probably” something to do with that, I can tell. Maybe her husband is some kind of police officer who is away on missions and can’t even tell his wife where he is doing. Good grief, I am so juvenile.
‘Oh, and Drew isn’t going?’ I ask.
‘Nah, its just Paul.’
‘Where does Drew live? He’s Paul’s cousin right?’
‘Yeah, Drew, Paul and I live together because they bought the place together before I moved in. They’ve always been more like brothers, init,’ she says, turning her head to look out of the window, so locks of her blue hair slips down from her shoulder, ‘he is a nice guy, just hard to get close to.’
‘Are you and him close?’
‘Hmm…’ Dawn didn’t seem to be listening.
Her eyes are glinting from the orange streetlamps outside and she has her head slightly tilted to the right. Her eyes seem to be not only looking, but seeing. Absorbing her surroundings and analysing them…
‘Yeah we are,’ she sighs, turning back to me and I realise that there was only a five-second delay; however much it seemed to drag on, ‘he is always too busy and stuff to get close to people though, even though he is amazingly popular.’
I wonder what the “and stuff” is…
‘Is he married?’
To my surprise Dawn bursts out laughing, looking at me as though I asked if Drew was a donkey.
‘Nah, Drew isn’t a weddings kind of guy,’ she says, her giggles subsiding, ‘the closest he has ever been to a bride was with me on my wedding day. He tends to have…his girls.’
‘His girls?’ I repeat.
‘Yeah, he has girlfriends. But it never gets too serious. He isn’t frigid,’ she adds, obviously reading my confused expression, ‘they don’t get emotionally serious. They get plenty physically serious, his room is only across the landing from mine.’
I blush deeply at the reference she is making to sex. That was not something my circle of friends and I used to discuss back home. We were the bookworms at our school…well apart from my best girl: Danika who was just simply a rebel. I cannot count the amount of times I would be sitting quietly next to her in the town centre and the next we would be chased by the police. The memory makes me smile as I think of events of later dates. Like Danika getting pregnant two years ago, which shocked everyone. Last time I saw her, I was amazed by what a good Mom she was…
‘Hey May,’ Dawn says, ‘you okay?’
‘Yeah I’m fine. I think I understand what you mean…you know…about Drew,’ I say, taking a sip of my tea slowly, ‘he seems like the type of man who always has something on his mind.’
‘It was his birthday yesterday,’ Dawn says absently.
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, his twenty-ninth,’ she answers, ‘he didn’t want to do anything though. He isn’t the type for celebrations as such. He just likes parties for the hell of it.’
I give a small laugh. He seems to like exactly the opposite of me. On my birthday (though I pretend I don’t), I enjoy getting the attention from people and being treated like someone exceptional for one day…
‘I might ask if we can have one some time next week. You should come,’ Dawn says smiling, ‘I know it’s early days but I am sure you would have fun. Drew always throws a good party.’
‘Um…’
Well that Drew guy didn’t seem to like me on our first meeting. What’s changed? Nothing probably, it is mostly likely to be Dawn’s wishful thinking. But what the heck. I have no other social outings planned. Maybe because I don’t have anyone else to be sociable with.
‘Sure,’ I say, smiling, ‘I bet it will be great.’
We talk for about an hour and a half at that table. Simply re-ordering our drinks in mid conversation and then carrying on. Dawn tells me all about her and Paul, about how they met. Dawn was sixteen and still at school, Paul was twenty-one. Naturally that did not go down well with her mother or her friends at school. Especially her best friend, but she for some reason when she mentioned him, she stopped.
‘My best friend, Kengo used to always tell me…’ then she suddenly trailed off, going back to her mother’s reaction.
I tell her about my friends back home and my parents: the pristine couple. When I call them that, I am surprised to hear that Dawn’s maiden name is Pristine. Dawn Pristine…ha.
‘Oh…I better get back, it’s ten past eight. I told Drew I would be back at eight.’
‘Oh, yeah I better get home too,’ I say, getting to my feet along with Dawn and we head outside.
‘It was really nice having that chat with you…Drew!’ she exclaims.
I follow her line of vision and notice a humming, black Porsche parked a few feet away, it’s owner leaning against the side in a bored manner. He is wearing all black, including a black leather jacket. He flicks his hair from his eyes impatiently and for some reason I feel my lips part slightly. Dawn told me about all the girls that are after him and now that I look at him properly, I understand why. He looks like some sexy gangster from an American Box Office movie. Ha, a gangster. How surreal.
‘Drew, what are you doing here?’ Dawn asks.
‘At eight you weren’t home so I decided to come and get you. I saw you and her chin-wagging so decided to wait outside.’
You and her? He isn’t the politest of people…
‘Oh well, thanks,’ Dawn replies earnestly, ‘May do you want a lift home?’
Drew makes a noise that sounds like “ger” and glares in another direction.
‘Erm…nah I’m fine,’ I say, not wanting to risk having Drew say something horrible to me.
‘Oh don’t be silly, come on. I’ll sit in the back with May, okay Drew?’ Dawn says, pulling me towards the back door of the Porsche and opening it.
Drew looks livid as Dawn pushes me inside the car and climbs in herself. I am guessing that he would rather allow to get in that start a scene though and gets into the driver’s seat.
‘Where to?’ he asks shortly.
‘Linten Road please, near to the Shell Garage-’
‘I know where it is,’ Drew interrupts and I close my mouth immediately, feeling like a child who has been snapped at by the Head Master.
I barely have chance to put my seatbelt on before Drew starts the car and pulls away from the curb sharply. Dawn begins to ask him about her husband, to which he barely replies. Only telling her that he caught the place at half past seven and that she should shut up because she’s annoying him.
‘Which one’s yours?’ Drew asks, looking through his rear-view mirror at me.
‘The block of flats at the end,’ I say, putting my hands between the two front seats to point to the large, dark building at the end of the road.
Drew gives a small nod and swerves the car against the small curb, parking right in front of the door. I hope my landlord hasn’t seen this. At least I got enough tips at the pub to pay for a weeks rent.
‘Thank you for the lift,’ I say to Drew, unclipping my seatbelt and opening the door.
‘Uhuh.’
‘See you May, give me a call about what I asked you.’
Dawn climbs out and slips into the front, passenger seat as I get out of the car. I walk around the bonnet and wave them off as Drew revs the car and speeds off. Attitude much? Oh well. I really enjoyed spending time with Dawn and at least Drew had the decency not to refuse me a lift.
***
‘I hope this is okay,’ Dawn said, laying a plate containing pizza in front of Drew and putting a small microwave meal in her own lap.
‘Cheers,’ he grunted in response, not taking his eyes from Pimp My Ride which was showing on MTV.
‘How much longer will Paul be on the plane?’ Dawn asked lightly, taking a small mouthful of her food.
‘Stop obsessing,’ Drew snapped, ‘and if you much know…about seven hours.’
‘Seven?!’
‘Yes. America ain’t next door you know.’
Dawn sighed and looked up at the clock on the wall, as if it would give her some realisation or comfort which she didn’t quite understand why she longed for it.
‘Do I have to make you supper tomorrow night as well?’ Dawn asked.
‘If ya don’t mind. And it’s called tea.’
‘Supper! Tea is a drink.’
‘No…tea is the evening meal.’
‘Supper!’
‘Fu
cking tea!’
Dawn realised how light the mood was as she laughed at the immaturity of the argument. It was rare that she experiences something like this with Drew.
‘Wash my plate up, thanks,’ Drew said, handing his empty plate to Dawn as she stood up to take her own to the kitchen.
‘Sure, your majesty.’
She pattered out of the room and laid the plates in the sink, deciding that she would wash those in the morning. She stared out of the window at the pitch darkness behind it, hearing the faint whistle of wind. She wished she hadn’t taken her jacket off, for her tiny vest did nothing to protect her from the cold English air.
‘You longing for your lost love?’ Drew joked behind her.
‘No, just thinking about how cold England is,’ Dawn grimaced, turning around to face him.
‘Uhuh.’
‘How was the pizza?’ she asked, walking past him and turning, leaning against the counter.
‘Fine. Pizza’s fine for tea.’
‘Okay. And it’s supper,’ she added in an undertone.
‘…tea,’ Drew growled as he walked past her, kicking her foot in a would-be accidental way.
‘Supper!’ Dawn said loudly, giving him a quick shove.
‘It’s called frigging tea!’
Drew turned and grabbed Dawn by the shoulders and shaking her, not stopping a rare grin from filling his mouth.
‘Oh ye-ah,’ Dawn chimed, ‘I’m sure they called it “tea” in good ol’ Oxford.’
‘Well what did they call it in Detroit? Dennerrrrr,’ Drew teased, doing an appalling American accent.
‘You shut up!’ Dawn laughed, standing on her tiptoes and staring into his eyes, as though trying to intimidate him.
‘Make me midget!’
Before knowing what she was doing. Or even knowing anything of her surroundings…she leaned up. Though she did it quickly. It seemed to take an eternity. She reached his face and caught his slightly open mouth in a kiss deeply. It was so different than any kiss she had ever had. The only lips she had experienced in six years were Paul’s and before that, her juvenile boyfriends that she kissed in the canteen at lunch.
She pulled away from him after a couple of seconds and felt her face flush deeply. Drew was staring at her in a mix of shock and confusion.
‘Drew…I’m sor-’
Before she could finish, Drew had pulled her away from the counter and kissed her forcefully. Dawn let her eyes flicker shut and opened her mouth as Drew slipped his arms around her waist seductively. She felt all her senses going sky-high as Drew pushed her against the kitchen door and lifted her legs around him so that she was not standing.
Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and allowed him to slip his hand under her shirt so that his hand was on her bare waist. His thumb caressed the skin of her stomach and she shivered, putting one hand on his cheek and kissing him even more passionately - if that was possible.
‘Drew…’ she whispered, breaking the kiss for the first time as he turned quickly and they fell onto the kitchen table.
‘What?’ Drew gasped, laying over her and kissing her lips again.
‘Nothing…’
She could feel her vest riding up and Drew’s weight on hers was somehow…arousing. She gripped his back and realised how much broader and stronger he was than Paul. Oh God. Paul. Her husband. She was betraying her husband…
‘Drew…stop,’ Dawn whimpered, breaking the kiss and staring up at him.
Both of them were panting breathlessly and their lips were swollen from the vigorous contact. Drew seemed to understand without asking why Dawn had stopped and lifted himself off her carefully, pulling her off the table with him. Dawn stood against it, watching as Drew turned from her and put his hands in his pockets.
‘Soz Dawn,’ he muttered.
‘Me too. Drew…’ Dawn’s eyes starting to sting with tears.
‘What?’
‘Please,’ Dawn started to cry, ‘please don’t tell Paul.’
‘Course I ain’t gonna’ tell him,’ Drew said, turning to look at her, ‘nothing happened.’
‘Yes…yes it did,’ she sobbed, ‘we…’
‘Nothing serious happened,’ he snapped, ‘it was spur of the moment.’
‘I…yes,’ Dawn hiccoughed, nodding, ‘let’s just-’
‘G’night,’ Drew said, ‘see you tomorrow.’
With that, he left to go upstairs, leaving a distressed Dawn alone with her thoughts. What had caused her to do that…? They had kissed…a lot. She and Drew had always lived together and never had she dreamed that anything would happen. She loved Paul! So…
So why did she suddenly feel as though there was something missing?
**********
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