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unfinished business; Bad Girls / Judge John Deed trilogy
Topic Started: Jun 22 2008, 10:39 AM (19,802 Views)
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Shed Productions made the original Bad Girl element of the characters, wrote the stories, and have full copyright to them. I am using these characters simply for non-profit, entertainment value. Likewise I am giving credits to G F Newman who wrote the Judge John Deed copyrighted characters and storylines via BBC Productions in this cross over fiction. They have encouraged me to expand these fics to a trilogy. thanks also for Hopelessromantic for her kind efforts in betaing this fic.

I am happy to accept comment, but am not looking for any criticism (negative or positive) either publicly or privately--only general encouragement.

Scene One

She was floating on fluffy white clouds and was bathed all over by the brilliant light from above. The sun was so intense yet it didn’t hurt her eyes or damage her in any way. She could take its most searching scrutiny and exposure, yet it didn’t embarrass her. Her whole existence felt so pure and she was unbound by any constrictions that might hold her down. Her skin was naked and she felt so good about herself. Whatever this mysterious space that contained her felt like heaven and she felt no need to question its existence or hers.

She murmured to herself that this was the first day in her life that she was going to live. The whole of her senses were alive as they never had been before. There wasn’t the normal tiredness brought on by an excess of work, but the very special dreamy sensations from an excess of pleasurable feelings. She felt as though if she was being taken out of her ordinary cares and she had all the time in the world to spare. She had the feeling that this was where she belonged. Her interior world too was softly illuminated and she felt languorous, with no need to strive and struggle, no need to put anyone down with her patented brand of sarcasm.

At last, she opened one eyelid lazily and a wide smile spread across her face as she saw the peacefully sleeping beauty of the woman whose head lay on the other pillow. Her eyelashes lay on her cheeks, her straight nose reminded her of her caring honesty and her long dark hair flowed naturally down the side of her face and onto her naked shoulders. She sighed blissfully to herself that everything that she thought had happened last night wasn’t some sort of tantalizing dream that belonged to the formless fantasies of nighttime, only to dissolve away in the harsh light of the day. They really had tasted and caressed each other and had really made love all night long.

Normally, she would have snapped wide-awake and be up in a flash and her mind would start ticking over and she would start to planning her day out, but she pushed away this idea as laughably inappropriate. That would be indecent compared with the idyllic idea of lying in bed with her lover. Her fingers delicately extended themselves and tenderly smoothed down a lock of hair out of Alice’s eye, to gently lay her hand on her soft skin and snuggle next to her. She didn’t want to disturb her lover’s sleep, as she looked so calm and peaceful. It crossed her mind that she had come a long way without noticing it as such tender consideration was at odds with the old selfish, narcissistic woman she had once been.

George’s lips silently vowed to herself, that this day was the first day of her new life. Right now, she was content to lie there alongside her lover and bathe in the sunlight that streamed through her bedroom and breathe in her perfume. She was deliciously tired and the mixture of sensations wove a sense of enchantment on the scene. At last, Alice stretched out and her eyes flickered open.

“Morning, darling,” George murmured as she softly kissed the other woman’s cheek.
“Morning, babes. If I had to choose between you waking me up and my alarm clock, I think I know which I’d choose,” Alice said playfully, sighing in blissful ecstacy as a smile parted her lips before her arm reached over to draw George close to her.” I’ve never been so happy in all my life.”

Their surroundings felt like one big playful grin of sheer satisfaction overlaid by sleepy memories of their night of sexual pleasure. It crossed both women’s minds that they wanted to know more about each other.

“Did you really say last night that that you’ve never slept with a woman. I can’t believe it or else I’m really lucky,” Alice murmured in total joy and wonder.
“Believe it or not, it’s never crossed my mind until recently,” mused George, a faraway look in her eyes, while Alice listened attentively.” It was the combination of me dumping that fearful ex of mine and being in an unusually self-questioning frame of mind, as well as taking on Sally Anne’s case. I interviewed Sally Anne and her partner Trisha and it struck me how right they looked together and how wrong I’ve always been with my ex partners… even John. It all went round and round in the back of my mind. After the court case, I felt that I was in the mood to party and Trisha’s club sounded vaguely …alluring, a case of forbidden fruit. I knew that Claire Walker came along out of politeness but I really wanted to come, but I didn’t know why. As soon as I saw you, something in me really connected and I discovered just why I came.”

A warm smile spread across Alice’s face and the sunlight caused her eyes to sparkle like jewels. She could listen to George talk all day. She wanted to know so much about her and to share her own deepest corners of her own mind with this remarkable woman who she sensed embodied both strength and sympathy. Everything seemed so right and balanced between the two women.

“There’s so much I want to know about such a femme fatale as you, darling. It’s not that very sexy accent of yours…though it helps but I like what I know of you already.”

George was touched by Alice’s sensitivity. Her word ‘like’ wasn’t some anaemic polite meaningless word, but was Alice’s way of relating to her as a human being and not just as an object of desire. Her mind cleared itself rapidly and she rattled away her history.
“As you might gather, I come from a frightfully conventional background. I was brought up in a certain way, so it isn’t easy to question it especially if I’m the daughter of a judge. I was rebellious and willful in certain ways, but within limits. I was brought up both to succeed in my professional and also to make a suitable marriage. Me being me, I had to choose the most disreputable man, yet rising star of the legal profession. After my marriage went pear shaped, I hooked up with that dreadful politician, urggh,” George shuddered at the memory.” I must have been mad.”
“Everyone makes their own choice in life,” Alice said with a studiously formal tone of voice.
“Darling, you don’t have to feel insecure and wonder if all this is some temporary aberration and I’m going to go back to men. I now know very well what I want out of life. There might be an advantage to both of us in me facing up to my sexuality now than earlier in my life. You might have put me down as a hard, unfeeling woman. Many have in the past.”
“I can’t deny it crossed my mind,” the dark haired woman admitted shamefacedly.” What I can’t figure out is how you’ve made such a dramatic switch. It’s unheard of...though there’s a first time for anything.”
“You mean every woman you’ve ever known has found it a battle to own up to who they really are.” George softly answered with a nod of appreciation at this woman’s intelligence. Last night Alice had been blown away by this blond woman’s incredible and uninhibited sensuality in all the arts of lovemaking and this revelation and this demonstration of gentle concern for her melted her heart.
“I’m really talking about myself as much as anyone.”
“Tell me about it, darling. I so want to know all there is to know about you.”
“I’m in my mid thirties now so I’m talking about a different time when women started to really step out in life. I was really young when I made my choice. My parents were normal, average, wondering about their daughter’s choice of friends, would she do well in her exams, casting a close eye on prospective boyfriends. Of course, I was the apple of their eye…sleepovers with ‘friends’ was an easy matter. Getting to know who you are is a job and a half when you’re in your teens. Add in feelings of guilt of living a lie to your parents and your need to live your own life your way and you have a whole lot of confusion. It took a lot of time for them to accept me, who I was and that I was supposedly going to live happily after with Becky.”
George felt the sudden chill in her bones as she heard Alice’s voice trailing to an uncertain stop. It foretold bad news.
“Darling, it sound as if what you’re going to say sounds painful. You don’t have to tell me, you know,” the blond haired woman said tenderly.
“George… if we’re going to know each other better, it’s better that you know,” Alice answered as if she were driving herself forward. “Becky was one of those women who was the life and soul of the party while I was quieter then than I am now. We met each other’s needs and I was captivated and drawn into her world. I really cared for her and that was half the trouble. I didn’t see that I was being drawn into a relationship with an attractive woman with a clinical bipolar condition….. It was like being on an emotional
roller-coaster, sad and empty when she shut herself emotionally from me… and was frightening, when she got into one of her rages. Of course, my occupation didn’t help…..”
“What’s that, Alice?”
“A social worker. That says everything about me. I’ve been forever sorting out everyone else’s problems and never my own,” Alice continued in short, stark sentences to cut off the pain she felt.
“For a long time, I tried to work out that if only I could find the key to her, she could be made better. Finally, Nikki saw what was going on and finally got through to me. She explained that I had a right to consider what my own needs were and that I had a right to them. It showed me that I deserved more out of the relationship than I was getting. Telling Becky that I was getting out of the relationship and breaking free was the hardest thing I ever did. I had to pretend when I broke up with her that I wasn’t feeling what came most natural to me. A detached part of me saw how cleverly she ran a guilt trip on me, all her tears and finally all her rages, when that didn’t work, I was at odds with my own reluctance to appear to be giving up on her.”
“You poor thing,” said George, her words dripping with sympathy. “I swear I would treat you properly.” Her arms slid round Alice automatically and hugged the tenseness out of her. George could tell that her lover was reliving her nightmare and only came out of it thanks to her physical reassurance.
“Is that a would or will? You’re talking about our future.” Alice asked with a half smile.
“Definitely a will. Do you seriously think that I’d let you go without a struggle? You must know my reputation by now.”
Alice had been lying on her back as she had been telling George about her past, hearing her lover’s disembodied voice gently steer their conversation along. Now her sensuous tones brought her back to the present pleasures and Alice most definitely wanted a part of it. Alice turned to recline on her side, propping her head up on her arm. She took a good look at her lover’s shapely curves and the way her blond hair fell over her shoulders and framed her face. Even first thing in the morning, there was an unmistakable elegance about her.

Alice could hardly believe her luck that, without thinking about it, she had happened on a very special lady with her own brand of strength and sympathy. She smiled in satisfaction at the wonderful calm and serenity that surrounded them both. She had never thought such a thing was possible. She was only too aware that George had that attractively unashamed delight in what lay before her eyes and marvelled how she seemed free of any externally imposed ideas of how she should think or feel or be.

They lay together on George’s large double bed, on the shiny white sheets and white fluffed up pillows, the quilt being untidily crumpled around them. Both were slightly overawed at what they were starting to know about each other, how accurate their instincts had been to pick each other out from the crowds on the dance floor, not helped by the flashing colours and subdued lighting. They could both sense a shared future beginning to define itself before their eyes. The sunlight shone in through the windows and this, and the moment of peace and calmness, was absolutely real to them both.
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I thought I'd post the 2nd scene and then space things out to give readers a fair chance to see how the fic is developing.

Scene Two


“You must be parched, darling. Do you fancy a cup of tea or coffee?” George charmingly asked at last in her best drawing room manner.
“I would love a cup of coffee to wake me up a bit,” sighed Alice. Her concentration was starting to fade after their lack of sleep last night.
George slid out of bed and wrapped a thin negligee round herself as a token concession to modesty, while displaying enough of her physical charms to the dark haired woman. Alice lay back in a blissful state of sleepy contentment. She had raised the past miseries and strains in her life from their unquiet graves, but her present state of mind promptly banished them to where they belonged. That was then, this is today. She was content to listen to the sounds of clinking chinaware as George busied herself in the kitchen. She could hear her lover softly singing to herself and although she couldn’t see her lover, she knew she was there.
“Coming, darling,” George called as she brought through a tray with two finely carved bone china cups and saucers. Her negligee made an even more transparent attempt to cover herself up and she smiled saucily as she put the tray down on a side table. She carelessly flung aside her garment on the bed and slid back into bed next to Alice.
“We’ll have an early morning drink first, Alice and then, who knows?”
By now, Alice had thoroughly woken up, her desires starting to grow inside her. Instinct told her that her lover was only mildly teasing her and would deliver at least as much as she promised.
“I think I know, but in the meantime… I wouldn’t mind the traditional English breakfast,” she said lightheartedly, accepting the coffee that was offered.
“Hardly that,” said George with a wicked grin.” A full stomach is hardly suitable for what I have in store for you.”
She took a sip, greatly pleased that it was freshly ground coffee, with a creamy tinge to it, that was certain to drive the lingering cobwebs from her mind. They laid up in bed , side by side and George’s persistent half smile showed her awareness, that her dark haired lover’s attention was not wholly directed to her cup of coffee and that George’s visual delights was part of the treat.

Both women were highly aware of the feelings of desire, rising up inside themselves.
Surprisingly enough, when George turned to kiss her lover after placing the cups and saucers on the side, her kisses were soft and delicate and the touch of her lover was soft and gentle. She was embracing the woman who she was beginning to know so well and physical gratification was only part of the picture. Their tender lovemaking, felt divorced from time and petty duties as if they were in a slow moving dream.

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“So how did you get to know about Chix, Alice?” George asked out of curiosity, as they finally lay there satiated. She was curious to hear more of that magical world that she’d stepped into only the other evening. It had that magnetic power of abolishing anything that had happened before in her life or at the very least, shifting it away to a different dimension that was aslant from her present.
“I knew Nikki and Trisha even before they had set up Chix. When they eventually got Chix together, it became the place to go to, where one felt comfortable….”
“Curiously enough, I hadn’t a clue about what I was letting myself in for… but it felt like home, the second I set foot in the place,” added George thoughtfully.
“You can understand now, how much a lesbian would want the one place where she can be herself. You’ll come across that one as you go about your ordinary life anyway.”
“I’ll take notice of what you say,” came George’s dry response without a hint of irony.
“You couldn’t help, going around the ‘lesbian scene’ without becoming aware of them. Nikki is an extraordinarily compassionate woman and in love with life in all its forms while Trisha is the quiet and organized one. Their lives were going smoothly, no cloud on the horizon…until that dreadful day when that animal tried to rape Trisha. The word ran round the lesbian community like wildfire. Everyone was in a state of total shock and disbelief. I mean, everyone knew that Nikki had a bit of a temper, if some idiot pushed her too far, but a bad temper is a million miles away from killing someone. I can tell you that everyone who went to Chix knew what that man was like. He gave off bad vibrations as soon as he came into the club, but nobody thought he would go that far.”
“Why’s that?”
“I suppose that ingrained feeling that the police couldn’t be that bent,” Alice answered with a shaky laugh at her naïve absurdity.” Once everyone woke up to what had happened, we were outraged at the way the trial progressed. It was more of a mediaeval witch-hunt. It was one of those horrible moments in my life, watching the trial from the visitor’s gallery. I felt so helpless to do anything…..Nikki didn’t want anyone to visit her even though I desperately wanted to. I heard through the grapevine that she and Trisha had split up. When she got her freedom, I was at ‘Chix’ when Helen came into the club. You could sense the spark jump between them. I found it easy to accept Helen as Nikki’s new partner as I made friends with Helen straightaway. They look so good together……I guess that after all these years, there is still enough of the romantic in me.”

George’s smile started to spread wide as automatic instinct prompted her to scoff at such naivety until her conscious thoughts cut in. What was she laughing at? Since when did being hard and cynical do her any good? Hadn’t it kept her away from what she might love and sentence her to be with people that at heart, didn’t do her spiritual insides any good? Hadn’t those fleeting moments of tenderness in the past pointed her way to another way of living and wasn’t her lover with her right now, that embodiment?
“A penny for your thoughts, George.”
“You can have them for free. I was just thinking of all the years that I’ve wasted,” came the response.
“How do you mean, sweetheart?”
George felt a few tears start to trickle from her eyes and automatic gesture made her impatiently sweep them away. She was conscious that Alice’s soft, sharp eyes hadn’t missed anything. It made her feel both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. She had never placed herself under such close scrutiny.

“Obviously, why in hell did I even look in the direction of that sad, inadequate man, that stuffed shirt of a politician? It says something about me, mostly bad. Yet I actually lived with him, AND entertained his shallow heartless friends AND acted as the government’s legal fixer for cases. I was completely immoral…I must have been out of my mind.” George replied in tremulous tones, shaking her head in disbelief. “At least you haven’t anything to reproach yourself with. You fell in love with a woman who didn’t meet your needs but you tried.
“Hey, honey, put your head on my shoulder,” Alice’s soft, incredibly warm voice murmured.
George laid down next to her lover and buried her head in that mass of dark hair as Alice’s lips brushed her forehead, she felt her arms wrap themselves round her and press her close. From out of nowhere, she let her sobs rack her body as all the suppressed emotions came pouring out, everything she had tried to suppress behind that bright, glassy, sophisticated persona that she had constructed. She knew all to well that she had said and done a lot of things that she now regretted. At the back of the outpourings of feelings, she could feel those delicate fingers stroke her back and her lover’s voice whispering soothing sounds into her ears….’it’s all right, darling, it’s all right…’ until she gradually swam her way through the riptides of emotions into calmer waters. She raised her head and saw with huge relief that Alice had been with her all along.
“ I swear to God that I’ve not cried for a very long time. Why on earth should I cry when I’m so happy?”
“Perhaps… you’ve opened yourself up to feelings that you’ve not let yourself feel? It’s so easy to tell yourself that you’re too busy. It’s easily done.”
George bit her lip and then nodded emphatically. That was precisely what she’d done in surrounding herself with rituals that didn’t really mean anything, in organizing a social life. Since she had lived on her own and broken free of her ex’s political cronies, she had thrown herself into her work and simplified her life outside it. She had never remotely chosen the path she had set herself, but now she was here. While the tears still trickled down her face, she didn’t feel so desolate as her past had come back to haunt her. She had felt deeply for Alice’s wasted love, but at least her feelings were genuine.
“I want to be different. I am different from who I used to be. I need to work out who I want to be,” exclaimed George, her thoughts and feelings whirling out of control.
“I can see that everything is all new to you but trust to your instincts. They won’t let you down.”
“My instincts used to be all wrong. I was instinctively hard and selfish. If you’d met me, say, six months ago, you wouldn’t have liked me.”
“So I didn’t meet you then and you’ve changed. I’m in love with the Georgia Channing of here and now. Don’t forget, I’ve had other lovers besides Becky… so I feel sure in my mind that this is no blind infatuation.”
The certainty behind those words finally brought the blond haired woman back to some sense of certainty. Alice was right. The here and now was lying in her soft bed, that had been magically transformed by her lover who embraced her. She kissed Alice’s neck tenderly and gradually slid her way down to Alice’s breasts where she wrapped her arms round her lover. The taller woman felt an incredible surge of loving protectiveness for this woman who she clutched to her heart in more ways than one. In turn, George felt that blissful sense of completeness as they lay together and planted soft kisses on the skin that she lay on. This high level of emotional intensity felt like a cousin to their rapacious sexual desires of the night before.

“It’s not like me to want to feel protected. Oh yes, I read the usual Barbara Cartland novels when I was in my teens… but I never took them seriously,” laughed George gently at last.
“What if the tall dark stranger was a woman instead of a man?” Alice murmured teasingly.
“Then that makes them right. I might start rereading them with that mental translation, and think of you all the time.”
George felt Alice’s soft laughter ripple through her body. There wasn’t an ounce of dissimulation in this woman, she marvelled. What she said was transparently true.

“What I still can’t understand is why I…why I feel as if I’m a stranger to my past life as if I’m reading a book written about another person. I must have gained some shallow satisfaction from being Queen Bee amongst all those men, the narcissistic feeling of being the centre of attention however bad the cause.”

Alice hung in there. It was important for this woman to figure out who she was.
“But do you need that any more?” came that soft sympathetic question.
“You’re right, I don’t,” George smiled through the tears in her eyes. “I’m free of all that.”
“So you need something different instead?”
“Mm…you for a start,” George roundly declared kissing Alice full on her lips. “It goes further than rewriting my sexuality. I feel that I’m rewriting the ideas on how to live my life, what I’m going to do for my future, how to behave, what to say, what not to say. The only certainty in my life right now…….is you.”
“So you want to see more of me,” murmured Alice softly in an understated fashion.
“But of course, darling if you want the same,” George pronounced very firmly before continuing in more hesitant tones. “I know what I want… but I haven’t the faintest idea of what it means to date you or live with you or whatever. It’s all very new to me. I feel as if I was sixteen and all fingers and thumbs. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what to expect. I’ll have to guess my way through whatever we’ve to face together.”
“Your guesses are good enough for me, babes,” Alice articulated in a jesting and sensuous tone of voice. “I still think you must have been a lesbian in a past existence. All I know is that I can’t get enough of you.”
Both women heaved a sigh of audible relief. They had been skirting round the topic and had resolved it together. One mind wouldn't have been enough.
This moment had quietly sealed an important moment in history that was waiting to be written. Both women felt dizzy with excitement of what lay ahead of them. The ghosts from both their pasts could be laid to rest.

As the morning wore on, George started to feel more and more uncomfortable. She delighted in lying in bed with her lover but she was being nagged by the thought that she really needed a shower. It was one of those compulsions that made herself feel civilized and ready to face the day.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, Alice darling but I really need to take a quick shower right now. It’s one of those compulsive habits of mine.”
“That’s perfectly natural, darling…but you’re surely not thinking of taking it on your own? It might be fun together.” Alice said in her smokiest, sultriest tones.
George’s face split itself into a wide smile. She wondered why it had never crossed her mind before. She must be unusually slow on the uptake not to have worked that out.
“Then I’ll lead the way, darling,” George said, her voice arching in her most seductive fashion.

Desires started to flow through Alice as the delicious spectacle of the rear view of George’s nicely rounded body, her shapely legs and her shoulder length blond untamed hair. Both women scampered in the direction of the shower, giggling like schoolgirls, George, hurriedly snatching the nearest towels to hand. Soon, warm water was sluicing down their bodies and George marvelled how her lover’s presence transformed the mundane cubicle into somewhere special.
George lay back against the shower wall frantically kissing her lover in a state of delirious joy, while Alice’s expert touch, massaged her breasts. Both women’s breathing were ragged, as they ardently vocalized their desires for each other, in ways that they knew were physically honest. As Alice’s fingers slid down and caressed the other woman’s stomach, George’s desires were racing away in a state of delirious joy. She was in the seventh heaven when her lover’s fingers finally slid in smoothly and penetrated her. Alice writhed with ecstacy as she coaxed her blond haired lover to a climax. In turn, feelings of tenderness ran through the taller woman that George could give of herself so freely.

“You are so amazing, darling. Now it’s my turn to pleasure you.”
George’s husky out of breath voice sent shivers through Alice, even more so, when her lover’s lips and tongue worked their way down to her breast caressing her hardening nipples. If this was an indication of her life as scarily unpredictable, George thought, then she relished swimming boldly and eagerly into the full flow of her unknown future. She would not live her life in any other way for all the money in Whitehall.
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Richard, thank you for continuing this story! Your writing is awesome as usual and the story is moving along at a great pace. Thank you for the great detail you include in all your writitng, it makes everything so easy to visualize. Thank you for your dedicatiton to your stories!
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Two amazing chapters!! I'm so glad you're posting another story!

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:hug2 Thank you Richard for continuing this wonderful saga. The interaction between George and Alice was wonderful and I can just see George beating herself up over the time she wasted with her ex, can't wait to read the rest now :)
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I'd like to give a collective thanks to andliv2laf, Emms and Axiegirl21 for your thoughtful dedication and appreciation of this fic which has a good long way to go. :)

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I'm trying to catch up on your fic, Emms.
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Seat belt on, coffee in hand, I'm ready for the next leg of this trip.Good to have you back Richard,always a pleasure! :D
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Bravo Richard!! I've been waiting for you to post this story....brilliant as usual!! :D
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Well I am extremely pleased that you've begun posting UB.

The lovely intro 2 Scenes was awesome. Love the direction you're taking... exploring with George... she's becoming absolutely loveable.

It's even more intriguing once again to read all the wonderful things to come, first hand, in this trilogy... Your dialogue and narration once again is arousing to the senses and on a par with the best.

I truly, admire your dedication to writing Badgirls and Justice John Deeds Fics. :hat

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I'm incredibly grateful for your posts, emtsue, JAM and HR. I can reassure all readers that this fic will be as sustained as 'Sisters under the Skin' and I hope you'll enjoy the fic. This is all high praise which couldn't be better. :D

It's been really strange as every time I finish one fic, the ideas start filtering in to start the next one. I must admit I have to work at it to keep all the characters together in one ensemble.
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This is a nice Nikki and Helen reflective scene. Enjoy.

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Scene Three


The Thursday morning after the trial was a peculiar one for Nikki and Helen in contrast with George and Alice’s timeless idyll. They had finally drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake till half past ten the next day. A morning off work was neither one thing nor the other, a compromise between the two women’s natural desire to rest after the intensity of yesterday’s experience and their ingrained work ethic. It meant that sooner or later they would have to stagger off to work.

“Christ, it’s half past ten,” Nikki called out as one eye focused on the alarm clock opposite her. Her initial burst of energy to jump out of bed and to head for the shower petered out with the knowledge that they both had the morning off and her sheer lack of energy.
“What of it?” Helen’s voice mumbled indistinctly into the pillow.
“I thought we’d at least spend the morning chilling out before we headed off to work. To my mind, chilling out means being awake.”
“Relax babes,” muttered a more distinct Scottish brogue against the bare skin on Nikki’s back.” We went out partying last night into the small hours… and not content with that, we make love into the even smaller hours, or is it numerically right to say the bigger hours…Not content with that, you expect us to wake up as normal. Why can’t we crash out until we’re good and ready to wake up? We’re not miracle workers,” laughed Helen softly.
“Don’t say you’re getting old, my darling and you can’t burn the candle at both ends any more,” teased Nikki.
“After my time at Larkhall, I deserve to take it easy for a long, long while. I’ve been there, done it, and worn the bloody T-shirt. I know well enough that if you burn a candle at both ends, you get your bloody fingers burnt, Ms Perpetual Party Woman,” Helen retorted warmly, swatting the back of Nikki’s head with a handy pillow.

“OK, OK, you’ve made your point. Now let’s make peace like we normally do,” Nikki pleaded, twisting round in bed to turn to face Helen and ready to take her in her arms. She loved those moments waking up when she could lie on her pillow, halfway between sleep and being wide awake and look at Helen. Subconsciously, she realized that it came from too many months, when all she woke up to was the impossibly narrow and uncomfortable bunk after the many nighttimes of fantasizing over Helen and the dismal comedown in the morning. Those large green eyes of hers, straight determined nose and full lips not to say that accent of hers did things to her.


“I can’t believe that everything that happened yesterday really did happen,” murmured Nikki at last. “You don’t normally get so many happy endings in the one movie reel, all the dragons slain and one hell of a celebration party.”
“George had some party all right. She was a total revelation. I didn’t think that she…..” Helen started to say when the taller woman interrupted her with a mischievous grin.
“You mean that she didn’t look like a lesbian. And since when do either you or George look like a typical lesbian, Ms Stewart?”
“All right, all right, Ms Smart Arse. All the same, I really felt for her with her world opening up for her. I don’t know Alice as long as you do, but it struck me how really well they went together.”

“I came across women from her sort of background at boarding school,” said Nikki reflectively.” My background is pretty well to do as you know, but there were women there who definitely ‘outposhed’ me. Some of them must have become the average empty-headed Sloan Ranger but George is different, unique. She has that real individualistic ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude that might have once made her unbearable but she’s now using for the good. All that’s a million miles away from the Mrs. Middle England’s of the world who are scared to death of what neighbours think of them – except Barbara of course.”

“Go on, Nikki. I’m interested,” murmured Helen, fascinated by the depth and subtleties of Nikki’s observations. The dark haired woman had paused for reflection, smiling fondly at the memory of Barbara, that formidable and moral exemplar of the Church Militant.

“It’s the individualist, self directed people of integrity who give me hope for the future. I used to think that it was a woman thing or a gay thing but not any more. I’ve learnt that much in recent months. Take John for instance. As for George, she’s totally fearless and goes further than I’d dare to go. I couldn’t believe a respectable female barrister coming first time to a lesbian club, would sweep Alice off her feet. Normally, her brand of quiet confidence would make some L plate lesbian think twice before chatting her up.”

“I know. It quite put me to shame. There I was, dithering about whether I really wanted to see that ex of mine measured up for his wedding suit and later on, should I pluck up courage to head into this scary lesbian underworld. I just admire George so much,” Helen commented wryly.

“And to think I once called them ‘pricks in wigs,” admitted Nikki shamefacedly.

“What?” Helen asked loudly, her mouth dropping a mile in astonishment. “After seeing John, Jo and George in action, don’t you think you’ve missed the mark by a mile or so.”

“That was ages ago after our first night together when you backed off from me and you told me my appeal was turned down. The mood I was in, you must admit, I had reason not to be exactly ecstatic about the legal system. I felt I had good reason to badmouth them when I sounded off to Barbara. Don’t forget, I come across them now indirectly in my job and they are a mixed bag. We’ve been lucky to deal with the best of the lot that I once never knew could possibly exist.”
“Hey take it easy, babes. I was just winding you up,” laughed Helen.
“In which case, let’s have a nice early morning cuddle and drop the subject. We both know what we mean,” Nikki pleaded, a misleadingly innocent expression on her face.

The two women slipped naturally into each other’s arms. They both delighted on the feel of each other’s bodily contact, the feel of fingers smoothing their way through each other’s hair. This was a kind of blissful half weekend as the sunlight shone through their windows.

“So what are you going to do for the rest of the day, sweetheart,” murmured Helen at last.
“I really feel too tired to go to work today, but I can’t let the guys down. I had yesterday off work as well. My boss is on my back to get my piece of research done and I’m running short of time.”

“I’ve not known you being that amenable to someone in authority cracking the whip.”
“We’re all part of a team, doing something that has purpose and reason,” explained Nikki patiently.” If someone takes the trouble to do that, I’ll work my arse off. Besides, he’s a good guy and I know the pressures, he is under to get research done that will help out some poor unfortunate prisoner. The guy’s as straight as they come, I mean honest kind of straight, and he treats me decently. He passed my ultimate test when I told him I was a lesbian, by offering his best wishes, to you. I knew at once, he was for real and that they stuck my neck out in taking me on. I just want to prove that they had good reason to have faith in me. That means a lot.”

“What you say makes perfect sense to me.”

“It’s strange, how I’ve come to know some good guys over the years. First, there’s Dominic and then Tony at my last job and now I’ve got the luck to have Paul Armstrong as my boss.”

“You’ve come a long way this past year, Nikki. I’m really proud of you,” Helen’s voice, slightly shaking with emotion sounded richly in Nikki’s ear. In return, Nikki’s arms squeezed her lover passionately. The taller woman knew, that some personality quirk in her, felt uncomfortable in accepting meaningless praise but she knew how high Helen’s own standards were. Helen was talking as much from the head as from the heart. They lay there in a state of perfect paradise until Nikki’s very husky voice finally gave reply.

“You have as well. I guess I’ve not really come across a woman who’s gone right through the sexual spectrum. Anyone who came to Chix was either gay or just bi curious seeing us as some kind of experiment. You are for real, sweetheart.”

This was a moment of high emotion for both women as they lay together peacefully. This was as much, lovemaking, as its more physical expression and for a while, that sometimes, cursed sense of time passing was put on hold.

******

“I guess we have to get going,” Nikki called out, applying her makeup and dressed in one of her favourite dark trouser suit, while Helen considered selected her favourite leather jacket. She felt that, as her authority was secure, she needn’t ‘power dress’ while in Nikki’s case, she simply liked the feel of what she wore.
“I suppose you’ve switched on to being back to the professional professional,” Helen commented, a momentary ‘word blindness’ causing her to blindly reach out for the nearest words to mind.
“Sure am,” came Nikki’s laconic reply as she added a touch of mascara. It was as well that she’d finished as a thought suddenly struck her and her cheek would have been badly smudged.

“Oh God, we forgot to watch the television,” Nikki exclaimed, her hand over her mouth.
“You mean, you wanted to see yourself on the television again since you won’t be in the papers,” grinned Helen.
“Yes, well, first time around, being called ‘lesbian cop killer’ wasn’t exactly what I wanted……..” Nikki said in a wheedling tone of voice.
“But last time, having trodden the gutter press into the mire as a preliminary to playing a two handed game with John and crushing a couple of the apparatchiks of the Lord Chancellor’s Department,” teased Helen, freely borrowing her favourite John expressions came to mind,” being in the public eye is just a little more attractive.”
“Oh Helen, you are such a spoilsport,” Nikki moaned in a joking kind of way.
“You mean for being right?……Oh well, if you’re too busy to grab a paper at lunchtime, I’ll check out the papers and we’ll hope it’s still on the six o clock news. Since the Metropolitan Police have been publicly humiliated, it might even be discussed in the House of Commons.”
“You’re joking, Helen. We’re not that important.”
“We might not be but the event is,” answered Helen with her sober judgment of the situation.” Who knows what the repercussions are in the corridors of power.”
“Perhaps we might find out from John. He keeps his ear to the ground. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that his radar perceptions are about as good as Yvonne knowing everything that goes on at Larkhall.”
“Praise indeed,” agreed Helen, with not a flicker of surprise at Nikki’s unusual comparison. She had too much respect for Yvonne’s faultless intelligence system after witnessing how it had come within an ace of getting rid of Fenner,” but don’t you think we ought to be off to work. You were all for it a moment ago.”
“Ah yes,” Nikki said slightly absent-mindedly. She grabbed her handbag and led the way out the door. A shaft of brilliant sunlight greeted their appearance into the big wide world.









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Stellar update, richard! I love when Nikki and Helen interact in your fics because you have this really even-toned way of writing them that's just very unique and easy to get immersed in.

ETA: I hope you don't mind me quoting a line from this fic in my sig...? Once a fan-girl, always a fan-girl, I suppose.

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“After my time at Larkhall, I deserve to take it easy for a long, long while. I’ve been there, done it, and worn the bloody T-shirt..."~ Helen in: Unfinished Business by Richard

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Richard, you never cease to amaze me, this story is so fluid I'm at the end of the update before I realize it. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining as usual!!
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:clap Great, great, great. :clap
The past is history.
The future a mystery.
And now is a gift thats why we call the present.



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:hug2 Richard I have to say, Ilove the way you have developed all the characters over these last three stories. But there is nothing like a good Nikki and Helen update! :clap
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