8 comments/ 8372 views/ 23 favorites The Bank Job 04: Final By: karaline This is a re-edited version of the original chapter I uploaded. There were some issues with the formatting and in some instances the sentences were a bit garbled and letters were repeated. Sorry about that. Again with thanks to Misternik and vmc312. These problems weren't anything to do with them; they were entirely my fault! ***** Three months later The September afternoon was unseasonably mild and sunny, especially for Scotland. Rebecca's first two weeks of Uni had gone well; she'd managed to find all her classes, waded successfully through the red tape of enrolment, she'd even taken the first steps of a tentative friendship with a few people. She'd clicked with Carla immediately; they had an easy, comfortable relationship. She already felt like they'd known each other for much longer than a couple of weeks. They were on the way to grab some lunch to eat in the park after a quick stop at the campus bookshop when Simon joined them. Simon was Carla's childhood friend; they'd been at the same secondary school. He was on an entirely different course so he wasn't in any of the same classes as them, but they were in the same campus. He was tall and a bit of a geek. He looked like he should be carrying a skateboard. But he was cute with a captivating smile and lovely thick curly brown hair that she always had an inexplicable urge to ruffle. She'd only hung out with Simon a few times but his easy-going charm was infectious and she found herself laughing a lot when she was around him. She had a sneaky feeling he might fancy her but she didn't feel ready to get involved with anyone just yet. They'd all been to the student union bar together on Saturday; Simon was doing an excellent impression of the two drunk Italian guys who had been trying to woo Carla and Rebecca. Rebecca clutched her sides, she was laughing so much she almost had tears streaming down her face. She hadn't talked to either of them about the robbery or the subsequent experiences; she wasn't ready to articulate her confused feelings about Jason yet, or the terrifying whirlwind of events that she associated with him. - The days following her abduction were intense. She shuddered to think about them. After she'd arrived at her parents' house and let her self in, she'd been confronted with her mum sitting at the table drinking tea with a woman she hadn't seen before. "Mum." "Oh my god, Rebecca!" her mum jumped up and almost threw herself at her. "I've been so worried about you." They were in each other's arms and both crying when her dad appeared at the top of the stairs. "Rebecca?" She left the comfort of her mums embrace to be briefly pulled into his less familiar one. She looked up at his face and realised that he was working hard to school his features, keep his emotions in check, she felt a surge of love for her parents and the roles they played in her life, different though they were. Gently the woman peeled them apart. "Hello Rebecca, I'm DC Lisa Short., I'm a police officer, and I'm so glad you back safe. We've all been very concerned." She offered Rebecca's mother the box of tissues that usually lived on the kitchen table and she gratefully took one. "I'm very sorry for the intrusion, but I'd like to take your clothes for forensics as soon as possible to help with our investigation." She looked at the women for the first time, she had been aware that she was there but she hadn't taken any real notice of her. Rebecca was stunned. "Oh, of course. Yes, I'm sorry." She mumbled. DC Short produced a handful of clear plastic bags, seemingly from nowhere and handed them to Rebecca. "We'll need you to come down to the station as soon as possible to give a statement but that can wait until tomorrow. For now the main thing is we need to get these clothes into evidence bags, before they get contaminated, and so I can get them to forensics." She could see her dad getting antsy; clearly DC Short was noticing this too, because she smiled at them both and apologised. Rebecca was ushered into the lounge to take her clothes off and pack them into separate bags. The police woman was apologising again and talking about contaminated evidence. After stripping down to her underwear she sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes, she wasn't ready for this. She didn't want to answer their questions, her head was spinning, none of this felt real. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. Her mum reappeared, holding her favourite pajamas. Sitting next to her on the sofa, and taking her hands into her own, she looked concerned. "I'm okay mum, they didn't hurt me." "We've been so worried about you, Rebecca." She was crying again. They held each other, and then her dad was there too. Tentatively touching her arm, he was more reserved than her mum but he was clearly very relieved and very pleased that she was back safe. The police officer appeared with cups of sweet hot tea. Rebecca noticed that she seemed to be very familiar with her parents, some of her earlier hostility dissipated as she realised she felt grateful that they had some support during this stressful time. Collecting the bagged up clothes, DC Short made her goodbyes and left, promising to return tomorrow with a car to take them to the station leaving Rebecca and her parents alone finally. They sat late into the evening. They didn't speak very much, it was clear her parents wanted to ask questions. But beyond establishing she was okay, they didn't push her too much once she explained she felt too overwhelmed to talk about it much. It felt nice to be home, it was familiar and comforting. The following morning she dutifully arrived with both her parents at the station to be interviewed. Her presence seemed to be a thing of excitement as the station buzzed around her. Eventually she was shown into a room with some sofas and a vending machine and interviewed by a WPC. She was very gentle and understanding. When Rebecca didn't want to go into detail she didn't push her, she seemed particularly concerned about the possibility of any sort of assault, sexual or otherwise. When Rebecca insisted that nothing of that sort had happened she backed off. Someone else brought them all tea in Styrofoam cups. It wasn't very nice. She couldn't remember the last time she'd drank so much tea. Her mum and dad were having an argument. Her dad wanted to ring his solicitor; her mum didn't think it was necessary. Eventually Rebecca told them she didn't want one. They'd just been told she had to speak to one more police officer before she was allowed to leave, someone from the specialist crime and operations section and she felt like she was answering too many questions already. This time she was taken to an interview room, there were no sofas in there, no windows, just some chairs around a table and an old fashioned tape recorder on the table. The whole station had an old fashioned, institutionalised feel to it. Finding herself in this room, she suddenly felt like she'd been magically transported to the 70's. Suddenly the officer from the specialist crime and operations section arrived and she watched fascinated as he put a cassette tape into the machine. This police officer was a big man; short, dark hair with piercing blue eyes that seemed to be able see right into her soul. He seemed to exude a confidence and intelligence that made it harder to be economical with the truth like she had been with the others. It felt like they'd been there for hours and he'd asked her hundreds of questions. She squirmed uncomfortably under his stare; she didn't want to lie but she didn't want to say anything to make it easier for them to find Jason either. It might be that she was never going to see him again, but she hated to imagine what would happen if they caught him. "What do you remember about what happened? I know you couldn't see, but there are other details that might be helpful. I want you to take me through what happened again, from the beginning." She told her story again. No, she didn't work at the bank; she was just a sandwich delivery girl. She hadn't realised immediately that there was a robbery and then before she'd had the chance to get away some guy crept up and grabbed her from behind. After that she was always blindfolded. She mentioned how many there were, the accents, the crunching sound of the gravel in the drive, the vehicle switch in the car park. "Did you see anyone's face at any point?" "No." "Did you hear any names?" "No." "Can you remember anything else that might be useful? Anything at all?" She shook her head. He looked at her, waiting for her to speak. The silence stretched out between them, heavy and oppressive. She squirmed under his stare desperate to look away, to look anywhere else, but she didn't dare break eye contact. She was sure he knew that she was lying, that she wasn't telling him everything and he knew that she knew. Abruptly, he stood. "I think we've taken this as far as we can go. My name is Chief Inspector Williams concluding this interview at..." he looked at his watch, "4:32PM pm." He pushed a button on the tape recorder on the table. "Thank you for your assistance, Miss Taylor." And without a backward glance he strolled out of the interview room. She was cross-examined repeatedly by different police officers, over the following days, some in uniform, some not. None of them had the penetrating stare of Chief Inspector Williams. They didn't believe her when she said she hadn't been harmed, and insisted on doing medical examinations. She was asked the same questions over and over again until she'd repeated the answers so many times. She wasn't even thinking about the experience directly, just saying the same thing. She either couldn't or wouldn't tell them anything of any importance. They seemed to sense this was going nowhere and finally they stopped. The following days were intense. She refused to do any interviews or even answer any questions but still her photo ended up in the papers. The local paper was particularly interested. Everyone in Barnet seemed to be very concerned about her; complete strangers stopped her in the street and wanted to know if she was okay. She seemed to spend a lot of time reassuring people. Eventually her life returned to some semblance of normality. Her parents were supportive and obviously concerned but they seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about it. They were just relieved she was okay. She returned to work, back to delivering sandwiches. It was strange the first time she went back to the bank. They were all so pleased to see her. Staff who'd never acknowledged her presence before seemed to know her name. She missed Jason. More than she cared to admit. She missed his voice she craved his touch. She constantly wondered where he was and what he was doing. She even dreamt about him a few times, waking up breathless, disoriented and frustratingly aroused. Had the police found him? She was sure she would know if they had. Did he ever think about her? She missed him so much at times it felt like she was missing a limb. She doubted he felt the same, she imagined the sex they'd had was just convenient for him, but on other days she would remember his parting words: 'I wish things could have been different between us.' She needed to stop thinking about him all the time. It wasn't going to change anything. She needed to move on. Here she was in Edinburgh doing her degree in botany, she'd wanted this for so long, worked so hard to get here and she needed to focus. - Jason spotted her as soon as she left the building. She looked beautiful, more beautiful than even his memories of her. She was wearing skinny jeans, clutching her bag to her chest. Her cardigan had fallen down to reveal the strap of a camisole top and a tantalising shoulder, she was wearing her hair in a low bun but tendrils had escaped and framed her face beautifully. She was with the tall red head again. They were laughing about something. She was smiling, she looked happy. He frowned to himself, he couldn't remember ever feeling this strange mixture of edgy, expectant apprehension before. He desperately wanted to call out to her, to touch her, but he was still undecided. Perhaps it was best if he didn't approach her, maybe he should leave her to get on with her life. So she could find someone else, someone who wasn't on the run, someone who could look after her, someone who could give her what she deserved. But then someone else joined the girls as they walked. A boy. Jason watched uncomfortably as Rebecca laughed at something the boy said. He was almost over there pulling him off and punching him in the face as he watched him touch Rebecca's arm. Although he managed to reign in the more violent urges, now that he was confronted with the possibility of her actually finding someone else, all thoughts letting her get on with her life left him abruptly. He took his helmet off. Rebecca looked up at Simon and behind him out of the corner of her eye she noticed a man on the other side of the square, standing by a motorbike, for a minute there he looked suspiciously like... She stopped and stared open mouthed. He was staring back at her. Both Carla and Simon could see there was something up. "Becs? Are you okay?" Carla asked. "Becca?" Her heart was in her mouth; the lurch of apprehension was so strong she felt almost like she'd been winded. Could it be? "Huh? Sorry, I think I just saw someone I know." "You look like you've seen a ghost." Carla replied looking in the direction Rebecca was staring in and casting an appreciative glance at the man standing by the motorbike. "Yeah, something like that. I..." she replied slowly, "Guys," she said carefully, never taking her eyes off the man on the bike. "I'm going to have to take a rain check on lunch." "Of course." Carla said, giving Rebecca a quick peck on the cheek and squeezing her hand. "I'll see you later? At botanical science?" "Yeah, sure, see you then." She smiled absently as Simon pulled her into a brief but enthusiastic hug. "Catch you later babes." he grinned. She walked, well floated really, towards Jason feeling giddy with apprehension, still not quite believing he was really there. When she finally reached him he pulled her into a vice like embrace and an aggressively savage kiss. Her head was spinning, her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. It felt like every cell in her body singing with need. Overwhelmed, she pressed her hands against him and pushed him away in order to give herself the room to look up at his face. For what seemed like an eternity she just stared at him speechless, trying to fight the urge to cry as her eyes welled up. Finally, she found her voice. "What are you doing here? I thought was never going to see you again. How did you find me?" "I..." he looked at her, his eyes burning with an unreadable mixture of emotions. "I had to see you." He sounded nervous. "She lifted her hand and touched his face, running a tentative finger down his cheek and across his jaw, unable to quite believe he was really there. He closed his eyes, savouring her touch. Opening them again he asked, "Are you pleased to see me?" He sounded cautious unsure, the look in his eyes was guarded, his was brow creased into a frown. She still didn't speak; she just stared up at him. He was more handsome even than she remembered. He was so handsome, so heart stoppingly, breathtakingly handsome. Slowly she shook her head in disbelief. "I feel like..." She paused and looked down, biting her lip, she was unsure exactly how to describe the enormity of her feelings. "I feel like I've just dived into an Olympic sized swimming pool after weeks of being lost in the desert." Embarrassed by her own frankness she peeped up at him, she could see by the familiar smug, self satisfied smile that was spreading across his face that a simple yes would have sufficed. She let out an exasperated sigh. "How are you going to get your helmet back on your head?" He laughed, and the sound of his laughter was like music to her ears. His accent sounded melodic and teasing, she was suddenly transported to the very first day in the bank all those months ago, the first time she'd heard his voice, even when she'd been quaking with terror it had triggered an illicit response, however inappropriate. And then he was kissing her again, cupping his hands underneath her and gently lifting her so she was sitting on the edge of the seat of his motorbike he stepped in between her thighs and pressed himself against her. Her fingers travelled up his body until she reached his hair. It was longer she noticed as she clutched fistfuls of it, pulling him closer. He gripped her waist. She'd forgotten how big his hands were; it felt like they almost enclosed her waist entirely. She could feel herself melting as he pulled her closer, she was just starting to completely lose any awareness of her surroundings when suddenly it was him that was breaking the kiss. She whimpered with frustration and met his gaze to find him staring down at her with a wicked glint in his eye. "It was my intention to do something civilised like take you to lunch but I find I can't be in a public place with you for another second. Can I take you home?" As she nodded dazedly, he flipped open the top box and handed her the helmet it contained. "Climb on." She did. "Hold on to me tight." He ordered. "You won't go too fast? I've never been on a motorbike before." She felt silly as soon as she'd said it. She felt rather than heard his deep throaty chuckle as she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms round him. "That's not why I want you to hold me tight, angel." The engine roared to life and the bike lurched forward powerfully, the vibrations sent shockwaves through her, intensifying her already aroused state. As they pulled away she noticed Carla and Simon standing stock still in the square where she left them, Carla looked shocked, Simon was scowling. She waved and smiled reassuringly, and then she remembered she was wearing a helmet so they probably couldn't see much of her face anyway. As they pulled up outside the house, she wondered fleetingly how he knew where she lived, but the overwhelming desire she was feeling overrode any questions she had. Climbing off the bike, she walked up to her door, searching through her pockets for her keys. The very moment they were through the front door, he lifted her up against him as he pushed her against a wall in the hallway. He kissed her hungrily on the lips. She was melting with need for him. "Wrap your legs round me." He demanded. "Which is your room? As he lifted her, she clung to his neck. "It's upstairs first on the right." She managed to answer between kisses. "On your right." she added. He pushed her bedroom door open and they fell onto the bed. They were both quaking with incoherent desperation; he was on top, she was underneath, they were tearing at each other's clothes. She was vaguely aware of one of the buttons from her cardigan pinging off and bouncing off a wall. Briefly she glanced in the direction of the noise. "I'll buy you a new one." He grunted as he peeled it back off her shoulders. He grabbed her hair and pulled out the hair band, watching with unapologetic lust as it sprung free from the tie and fell, cascading down her shoulders. Rebecca's jeans and cardigan were gone and so was her underwear, but she was still wearing her top. Jason was far from naked when his erection sprang free of his jeans. He thrust into her in one steady forceful movement. She gasped at the intrusion. She'd forgotten how good it felt, how right. When he was buried as deeply as he could get, they groaned in unison. The Bank Job 04: Final At the sound they both stilled. The strength of emotion that she felt on him entering her was as overwhelming as it was unexpected. There was a lump in her throat and she could see that same intensity she felt reflected in his eyes. An eloquent silence stretched out between them as they gazed at each other. The moment was broken as she reached out and grabbed his hair with both of her hands, pulling him toward her and kissed him hungrily. He began to move, gently, slowly, lingeringly. Frustrated, she groaned and ground her hips into his. She felt his laughter against her mouth as he pinned her with his body to the mattress with his body, holding her still. He was tenderly kissing her face as he spoke. "I'm not going to be able to last for very long if you keep doing that." He whispered as he nuzzled her face. His voice sounded strained. "I don't care." she replied. She could hear the petulance in her voice. He began to move again, faster this time. The strokes were deeper, more aggressive. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locking her ankles, she clung to him; gripping his shoulders; savouring the feel of him inside her. It was a sensation she thought she'd never experience again. He rolled over so they were both sitting up, facing each other. Pulling her top off, he pressed his face into her chest and inhaled deeply, greedily absorbing her scent. She clung to him, threading her fingers through his hair, losing herself to the pleasures of his touch. She rolled her hips forward and finding a steady rhythm she began to move. She could tell by his breathing and the look in his eyes he was close to coming; simply knowing that was enough to tip her over the edge. It wasn't long before they both came in glorious unison. As she tumbled towards her orgasm she cried his name and he growled possessively in response and with one final thrust he emptied himself into her. He fell onto the mattress, pulling her with him. She was draped across his chest and he slowly dragged his fingers down her spine as she drifted in a happy, dazed post-coital mess. She still couldn't believe it; she couldn't believe he was really there. It felt like there was no one else in the world; there was just the two of them. That time had stilled and the earth had stopped turning and nothing else mattered. And then he spoke, and her reverie was interrupted. "Who is he?" She didn't actually catch what he said that first time, but she could hear a hard edge to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Huh?" she blinked trying to gather her wits about her she lifted herself off his chest and peered down at him. He was watching her through narrowed eyes, and his stare was hard. "Who is he? The boy that was with you earlier, outside the university." "You mean Simon?" "Is he your boyfriend?" "No!" She sat up shaking her head, feeling inexplicably cross with where this was going suddenly. "Why would I be here with you if he was my boyfriend?" "I don't like the way he looks at you." He growled as if somehow that justified his question. Something inside her broke and suddenly she was angry. In fact, she was incandescent with rage. The words seemed to come from nowhere as they rose up like a raging forest fire and burst out of her. "I haven't seen you or heard from you for over three months." She spat. "I didn't ever expect to see you again, I didn't know where you were. You could have been arrested, or shot. And now you think you can just come waltzing back into my life and start telling me who I can and can't spend time with? Who the fuck do you think you are?" She leapt off the bed and stood facing him, her hands on her hips. "I don't know anything about you! I don't even know if Jason is your real name. You might be married with two kids for all I know." She wrapped herself in a long grey woollen cardigan that was hanging over the chair and swept out of the room and down the stairs. Jason stared after her feeling stunned. He'd never seen her angry before. He wasn't sure if he'd ever heard her swear. Damn it she was sexy when she was angry. He sighed; he had it bad. Despite those three stressful days spent pretty much constantly in each other's company in the aftermath of the robbery. After the research he'd done to track her down. Despite thinking of little else but her for the last three months, he realised they didn't really know each other at all. And now that he thought about it, she did have pretty good grounds to be angry. He'd decided within days of leaving her outside her parent's house that he was going to have to find her again. Although he had yearned to contact her again immediately, he just couldn't take the chance. Still, he knew he was going to see her again, even if she hadn't been at Edinburgh studying botany like she'd said she would be, he could still have tracked her through her parent's house. Rebecca, on the other hand, had no idea he was ever going to pop up again in her life again. He frowned to himself as he did his jeans back up. For the first time he really took in his surroundings. There were lots of books in her room and plants. There were plant pots on almost every surface. Then he noticed the pictures. He stood up and rubbed the back of his head, they were all of plants and flowers, large, perfectly rendered in exquisite detail. He moved closer and realised they were signed and labelled by her. Botanical illustrations. He wandered down the stairs realising there were more on the walls in the hall. He hadn't noticed them either on the way in. He followed the sounds and smells to the kitchen. Leaning in the doorway, he paused and watched her scrape some chopped vegetables off of a wooden chopping board into a frying pan before starting to whisk eggs. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and he watched as she absently tucked an escaped strand behind her ear. She was frowning slightly. He could feel himself starting to get hard again already. He wanted to grab her and take her again right there on the kitchen table. He briefly considered sweeping the surface clear and putting her across it but he knew he would probably break something, and it wasn't his stuff. She looked up, realising he was in the doorway. Her gaze softened; he could see she wasn't as angry with him anymore but when she spoke, her tone was still chilly. "Do you like omelette?" "Yes." He replied cautiously. "Well that's lucky, because that's what we're having for lunch." "I wanted to take you out for lunch" he said quietly. "I'm worried about the time." "Can I take you out for dinner this evening instead?" She nodded curtly as she looked back at the cooker. He sat at the table opposite and watched her move around the kitchen. He realised he was ravenous. He'd been too nervous to eat breakfast. When she slid the pan under the grill he grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him. He undid the tie that was holding the cardigan together, exposing her naked front. He ate up the sight of her, groaning with appreciation. He pulled her towards him, forcing her to step into the space between his open legs. Brushing his lips against her breasts, he inhaled her scent. An involuntary whimper escaped her and she felt arousal unfurling in her stomach once again. She couldn't stay cross with him. "You're right." He spoke quietly. "It's none of my business. I'm sorry. I was scared, I thought you'd found someone else." He looked up at her imploringly, "I don't want to fight with you, angel." "No, I'm sorry. I overreacted." He tried to stifle a grin. "What?" "It's nothing." "Tell me!" She demanded crossly. "You're very sexy when you're angry." He spoke sheepishly into her chest. "Jason!" She tried to pull out of his grasp so she could swat him but he held on to her tightly. "What time do you have to be back at school?" he asked. He began gently tugging her left nipple with his teeth. She closed her eyes, starting to lose herself in the glorious sensation. "Rebecca?" "Huh? Oh. Sorry, in about twenty minutes." "Shame, we better eat and get going then." "I don't have to go, we could..." "No! I don't want you to miss any classes on my account; it'll only take a couple of hour's right? I'll meet you after your class." "Okay." she sighed reluctantly. They ate omelette that was only just not too burnt to eat. "This is good." "It's burnt." "Not too bad." She smiled shyly at him. "Do I need to take you back to the same place?" "No." She grinned, unable to hide her enthusiasm. "My next class is actually in the botanical gardens." "Is that far?" "No, there's a map on the wall in the hallway by the door. I need to go and get ready." When she arrived, the class had already started and everyone was standing around an insignificant looking plant in the temperate house. She mouthed an apology to the lecturer as she crept up and stood beside Carla, whose eyes widened on seeing her. "Who was that man?" she whispered fervently "I want you to tell me everything at break." The lecturer was talking about plant classifications and asking them to look at the leaf distribution along the stem of a plant she was crouched besides. The entire class seemed to collectively gather closer and lean in. Rebecca was grateful for the distraction. She had no idea how to handle Carla's intense curiosity. The moment break started Carla was physically dragging Rebecca over to a bench in the arboretum. "So tell me." "It's complicated." "I can see that, who is he?" "It's a long story." "Well then give me the condensed version. Stop avoiding the question; you've just been whisked away by a Greek God, on a motorbike! I want to know who he is." Carla said. "God, he is so good looking." she added, dramatically rolling her eyes. Rebecca sighed, she knew she shouldn't tell Carla, but she hadn't told anyone, and she desperately needed to talk about it with someone. She felt so overwhelmed by it all and besides, she trusted Carla. "You can't tell anyone else any of this." "Rebecca, what on earth is going on, who is he?" "You have to promise me Carla, no one. Not even Simon." "Okay, okay. I promise. Now tell me!" She told Carla everything. How frightened she was in the bank, about Derek, about the days afterwards in Jason's room, the sex, going back to her parents, the police investigations and the months of missing him so much she thought she might die. "I thought I'd never see him again, and now he's here and I... I don't know what to think." she sighed. "Wow, I think I might have seen that on the news. I hadn't realised it was you... Are you in love with him?" Rebecca was stumped by that question. She had thought she was never going to see him again, so she hadn't allowed herself to even consider her feelings for him in any serious way. It was so typical of Carla to cut to the chase. "I think I might be, but he's an armed robber, Carla." "Well there is that." Carla replied nodding solemnly. Rebecca giggled. "Just a small problem." Carla looked at her phone. "Shit, we're late! We better get back." As they meandered back to the temperate house Carla asked, "So, what's he like in bed?" Rebecca felt herself blush. "Well based on the colour you've just gone he must be good." "Yeah, the sex is kind of amazing actually. It's like nothing I've ever experienced, not that I'm that experienced." "What are you going to do?" She shrugged. "I don't know, he's coming to pick me up after this class." "Simon was pretty pissy about it, I think he fancies you." "Oh, that explains it." "What?" "Jason was pretty pissy about Simon." - Her class ran over by about 10 minutes. Given that she and Carla were late getting back after the break and she'd missed the start, she felt it would be rude to slip away when it should have finished. She hadn't retained anything the teacher had said for the entire lecture anyway. She was so distracted by the idea of Jason waiting outside for her and worried about whether she should have confided in Carla, she could hardly focus. She would have to borrow someone's notes, she thought, if and when and her ability to concentrate put in an appearance again. He was waiting for her across the road, leaning against the wall, looking very 'wrong side of the tracks'. At the sight of him she felt her heart soar. It was that beautiful time of the day when the late afternoon light had a magical hue and everything seemed to be bathed in gold. He hadn't spotted her yet, as she walked towards him she realised he looked nervous, vulnerable even. She'd never seen him look like that. When he saw her approach the anxiety melted away and his face lit up. It was like watching the sunrise, on a clear winters day. "I'm sorry I'm late." "I didn't think you were going to come." He replied seriously, pulling her into his arms squeezing her tightly. "Why wouldn't I come?" she laughed. "I thought you'd changed your mind." His voice was quietly intense as he spoke into her hair. Of course, she realised, she had a choice now that she was no longer his captive, and he had no reason to know how much she wanted to be there. They climbed on the bike and headed out of the city until they arrived at a pub, a little way out of town. It was cosy, and quiet. They found a secluded spot in the corner. The landlady was very sweet and the food was simple but nice, they both had fish and chips. They'd finished eating. He was holding her hand in his, studying it; turning it over in his hands like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the ends of each of her fingers. She realised he had been touching her somewhere whenever he could. "How did you know where I lived?" "I followed you home." She wasn't sure how she felt about that. "When?" "Yesterday, after your class." Her mouth fell open. When she could finally find the words to respond she said. "You were here yesterday and you didn't speak to me?" The incredulity in her voice was hard to miss. He had the decency to look guilty "I was desperate to see you angel, but I wasn't sure it would be the best thing for you." She snorted. "The best thing for me? Don't I get to be the judge of that?" He leant over, and gently gripping her jaw he used his thumb to prise her mouth free of its frown. As he touched her face, she felt the predictable frisson in her groin. "Don't be angry with me angel?" He pleaded. He was very interested in what had happened after she got home. She told him about finding the policewoman in her kitchen and having to put all her clothes in evidence bags. He was angry that they'd insisted on medical examinations even though she'd told them she hadn't been hurt. When she told him about the interview with the police officer from the serious crime unit, his interest was piqued. "Bit of a cockney geezer was he? Pretty boy?" "Yeah, that sounds like him." she replied, laughing at his description. "I know him. We go back a long way, me and Chief Inspector Williams." he said, laughing. "Sharp as a knife, that one." "I felt like he was staring into my soul." She shivered at the memory "I'm sure he knew I was lying." Jason looked at her sadly, "I'm sorry you had to lie for me, angel." "I was so worried they'd catch you." "They still could." They gazed at each other. Rebecca broke the silence first, "It's getting late we should get going." "We could stay." "Here?" "They have rooms." "But you could stay with me" she said quietly. "I'm sure my housemates wouldn't mind, Carla's dying to meet you." she smiled at the thought. "But I want to keep you to myself for now, besides, I'd bet the beds in these rooms are bigger." he grinned. He had a point she supposed; the bed in her room was rather small. The landlady was thrilled to have them. She was smiling delightedly at Rebecca and Jason as she bumbled down the corridor towards their room. The room was simple but comfortable and pretty. It felt like the quintessential British B&B; chintzy bedding, net curtains, a vase of flowers on a small pine bedside table. The landlady talked them through the facilities, showing them the bathroom, how to use the TV, what breakfast was going to be the following morning. Rebecca felt guilty even thinking it but she was itching for the women to stop talking and leave them alone together, a glance at Jason was all it took to realise he was feeling exactly the same way. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now." They both grinned and thanked her. As soon as the landlady left them alone he was kissing her fervently. Pushing her back she felt the backs of her knees hit the bed right before she fell back onto it. He was peeling off her jeans with a rushed desperation. She cried out as he buried his face in her crotch and licked, dragging his tongue over her sex tantalisingly slowly. He pressed a thumb firmly over her clitoris. Letting out a long slow breath she whispered his name. She felt him still and then he spoke. "Say it again," He growled against her. "Say my name again." "Jason..." "Fuck." He hissed in response. "I love hearing you say that." The taste of her was so sweet it made his heart sing, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. He wanted to be inside her again, he wanted to hold her in his arms and lose himself in her depths. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt off, she watched him hungrily as he unbuckled his belt. Her eyes roamed over his chest wistfully, taking in the outline of his torso, his tattoos, and the broadness of his shoulders. She felt desire ignite in her loins. As he pulled his jeans off she followed suit, frantically removing the rest of her clothes. He climbed onto the bed, impatient to be inside her again. He crawled on top of her lined himself up at her entrance, holding her waist with both his hands he paused and watched her face as he slowly, ever so slowly slid into her. Her eyes were closed but as he reached his limit she sighed gently and the pleasure apparent in that sound was unmistakable. When he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, she moaned and arched towards him in response. "Do you like it when I pin you to the bed, angel?" He was gently nuzzling her face as he spoke. She was literally quaking with desire, desperate for...she wasn't even sure what. He was watching her intently, his expression heated; she felt herself start to blush in the face of his intense scrutiny, she bit her lip and looked away, squeezing her eyes closed, too shy to admit how much she really did like it. "Do you?" He asked teasingly. "Maybe a little bit?" She whispered. "Only a little bit?" he asked sceptically, eyebrows raised. He seemed to be enjoying watching her discomfort. "Ok, maybe a lot." "Do you want me to hold you down and fuck you hard?" he whispered against her, his lips tickling the shell of her ear. She could only manage a hoarse whimper in response. "Answer me, angel." He said slowly. The evidence of his arousal dripped from every syllable as he spoke. She was so desperate for him to start moving that her body was almost vibrating. She thought she might explode. His voice was doing strange things to her insides. Finally she said shyly, "Yes please." "Always so polite." His laughter was rich and tantalising and then he added quietly, his voice more serious. "But I want to hear you to say it." She met his stare and forcing herself to maintain eye contact with him and with all the bravery she could muster, she said. "I want you to hold me down and fuck me hard." He growled and the sound caused ripples of arousal to shudder through her. She felt her toes curl in anticipation. She was panting now, pinned beneath him, unable to move. Desperate for him start moving, desperate to escape his scrutiny. The Bank Job 04: Final He withdrew until he was almost all the way out and then he plunged in again, she cried out in pain-laced pleasure and then he was thrusting into her relentlessly; she felt like he wanted to swallow her whole. Relishing the feeling of fullness but unable to use her hands to gain purchase she pressed her body against his hungrily. She captured a nipple in her mouth and was rewarded with a groan as she dragged her teeth over it. She looked up at his face and revelled in the raw, masculine beauty she found there and the heated desire she saw when she met his eyes. The sex had a ravenous and desperate feel to it. It was almost like Jason couldn't believe it was really happening, or perhaps he thought it might never happen again, but whatever the reason, he wasn't taking any chances. It wasn't over quite so quickly this time and although he'd wanted it to last longer still, he just couldn't help himself. It was the sight of her writhing and bucking beneath him, the sounds she was making, but mainly it was the rapt expression he saw on her face as she climaxed that caused him to lose the fragile grasp he had on his self control. When they finally both came, they were breathless from their exertion. He fell on her, exhausted. Letting go of her wrists, he wrapped his arms around her. She tentatively threaded her fingers through his hair and they kissed gently between gasping gulps of air. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times. He was holding her as she lay, wrapped around her like a blanket, enclosing her in his warmth. Would sex with him always be like this? She wondered. Would it always be this bewilderingly, extraordinarily, intense? She felt like she'd just run a marathon, which was also a rollercoaster ride and an adrenaline inducing action movie all rolled into one. He was brushing his lips against her neck and she realised he was talking. "I love watching you come, I love the sounds you make, they turn me on so much." She blushed again and he laughed, climbing back on top of her straddling her as he kissed her nose. "And, I love it when you blush." His voice was still rough with his desire for her. She squirmed and buried her face in his chest. They lay side by side, facing each other, their gazes locked. "I feel like I hardly know you." "Then ask me, ask me anything." She paused. What did she want to know? Her mind went blank. For so long she'd wondered about him. She had so many questions she thought she'd never have answers to and now here he was and she couldn't think of a thing to ask. "What does this say?" She ran a finger along his collarbone following the line of the Gaelic script tattooed there. He smiled. "Éirinn go Brách, it's Gaelic. It means 'Ireland forever'." Hearing him say something in Gaelic had quite an unexpected effect; her tummy flipped, she grinned. "How old are you?" At twenty six, he was younger than she'd imagined. "Where are you from?" "I was born in Dublin, but we moved to Sligo when I was twelve." He noticed her inquisitive expression. "It's on the west coast, it's a beautiful place. I'll take there you one day." "Do you have brothers and sisters?" "I'm one of five, I've three brothers and one sister. My Da died when I was ten. He was a journalist, he was shot in Derry in the troubles." "He was shot?" She frowned, her head was spinning. This was such a different world to the one she'd grown up in. "I hardly remember him, he worked away a lot. It was very hard on my Ma though, with there being so many of us." He was lying on his front, propping himself up on his elbows gazing into an imagined distance. "We were very poor after that, people helped, my Da was well liked, but it was never enough, and my Ma didn't like it, so we moved to Sligo to be near her family." She listened intently, asking more questions, drawing him on. Drawing him further into his memories than he'd been for a long while. Bringing them back up to the surface. He told her about what it was like to grow up as one of five, being poor, leaving home at fifteen and working in Dublin to send money back to his family, hitching a lift with a truck on the boat to Holyhead. How he ended up in London and his younger brother Aiden following him. "At first I was a hod carrier on building sites, but then the recession came and it hit the construction industry pretty bad." He noticed that she looked confused. "Hod carrying, you know what that is?" She shook her head. "It's basically carrying bricks, and mixing morter for brick layers. It's back breaking work, but the pay's better than just labouring." She nodded. "After the recession we all lost our jobs. I started getting in to petty crime. I met this bloke in the squat I was living in, he showed me the ropes." "What did you do?" "I nicked cars, scooters, that sort of thing." "But weren't you scared of getting caught?" "Yeah, I was caught for stealing cars before. I was sent down for 3 months, only served half my sentence. I got out early for good behaviour. That's why we started on banks. I met people inside who told me how it was done. It upped the stakes, but we didn't have to do it as often so that seemed safer and it was more money. I was scared of not being able to send money back home to me Ma; she was depending on me and seemed to be the only option. " "What was it like in prison?" She watched his face darken and wished she hadn't asked. "I don't ever want to go back there." He said, scowling. "I can't stand being cooped up, I have to be doing something, and I hate not being able to go outside. Some people handle it better than I do, but I grew up by the sea with lots of space." She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. "What about the future? What are your dreams and ambitions? " "I love kids, I want to have loads of kids, I want to have a whole football team." "Oh!" Her eyes widened at that and her mouth fell open, she realised that she was desperate to please this man, to give him everything he wanted, but she wasn't sure about that. He grinned, "You're not too keen on having a whole football team then?" He touched her face again. "I don't want to do that yet anyway, there's lots of things I want us to do before that" He smiled roguishly, his eyes dancing mischievously and she felt her insides clench. "I want to go to America, ride the route 66 on my motorbike. I'm not sure if they'd let me in though." "Do you mean like on a Harley Davidson?" "I fuckin' hate Harley Davidsons, that's a pricks bike." He said vehemently. They both laughed. "Okay, not a Harley then." She remembered the books back in his room were mostly by American writers. "So those books, in that room, they were yours then?" "Aye, they used to belong to my Da. He loved all that stuff, but yeah I've read them and I suppose they'd be a lot of the reason I want to go there." He climbed on top of her again, covering her with his body, his forearms resting on either side of her head, covering her face in kisses. Suddenly, he stopped, cupping her face in his hands frowning. "Angel, I've no idea how this will end. Maybe we'll grow old together and watch our grandkids play as the sunsets. Maybe you'll wake up next week and decide you fucking hate my guts and you never want to see me again. However this ends, right now I love you. I love you forever. I love you like a drowning man loves air." He kissed her again. "You know me. You know what I am, you know what I've done, but I love you, Rebecca. I love you more than life itself and I can't bear to be away from you. I'll be anything you want if it means I can keep you. I want you to be mine. I want you to belong to me." She looked up at him. His eyes were burning with such emotion, such intensity. She took a deep breath. This still didn't feel real; none of this felt real. This strange, beautiful, intense man, she'd thought of him constantly for the last three months. She'd thought she was never going to see him again and yet, he was here. She could see him, she could touch him, she could taste him and all the time he'd wanted her, as much as she wanted him; even more, it seemed. But it wasn't that simple, she didn't feel at all sure about any of this, and she didn't want to fall even further until she did. She was frightened. "Jason I want to be with you so much it almost hurts to think about it, but I'm scared, What if they catch you? What if you get shot? I couldn't bear it if I lost you again." "I won't do it anymore if you don't want me to, angel," He said earnestly. "I want to stop anyway, I'm lucky to have got this far without being caught. But you understand that I'll always be on the run, I'll always be looking over my shoulder?" She nodded slowly, feeling nervous about this promise that he seemed to be making so readily. "What about your family?" "The younger ones are old enough to look after themselves now, I don't need to support them any more. I'm sure my Ma wouldn't appreciate where the money that I've been sending comes from if she knew anyway. She's a good catholic woman." He smiled. He looked nervous, she felt like she almost didn't know this new Jason. "Of course I want to be with you Jason, I don't know if I even have a choice to be honest." He sat up again and climbed behind her. His legs on either side of her, he pulled her back against his chest. Sweeping her hair up on top of her head with his hands he ran his lips over her now exposed shoulders and trailed gentle kisses along the back of her neck. She was melting; how did he do this to her, how did he manage to effect her so profoundly? She felt like her whole body had turned into one giant erogenous zone. She was a quivering mess in his arms, barely able to speak, barely able to think. "Jason..." She moaned, her voice with breathless with need. He wanted to be inside her again. In the time they'd been speaking, the sun had set and the daylight had gone. It was dark outside this time, and they didn't switch the light on but they could make out the outline of each other's features despite lack of illumination. She turned to face him, her hand travelled down his chest and passed his navel to find him fully erect and ready; she felt him groan against her lips as she closed her fingers around him. He too found the evidence of her arousal within the moist folds of her sex. They made love slowly. Gone was the quivering, incoherent desperation of earlier. They were both blissfully aware of every thrust, every kiss, every caress. She found his most responsive places with her lips, she touched the sinews and kissed the muscles, dragged her hands over the skin on his chest, over the tattoos. Exploring every part of him, revelling in this second chance to know him. They rolled over so she was on top, she straddled him and he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up slightly so he could deepen his thrust. He watched as absently her hands travelled upward, grabbing clumps of her hair and lifting them off of her shoulders; she arched her back and threw her head back, thrusting her breasts towards him as she came. His fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks as he groaned at the image before him. Fuck she was amazing, he thought to himself before his mind cleared as the beginnings of an orgasm began to rip through him again, rendering him incapable of thought. His orgasm didn't seem as intense this time, but went on for ages. As aftershocks rippled through him, he felt the familiar surge of possessiveness he'd learnt to associate with her. They rolled over again and he wrapped himself around her. He could see she was exhausted, but she seemed to be fighting it, struggling to stay conscious. It seemed almost like she didn't want to fall asleep and miss a moment of their time together. He touched her face tenderly. "Sleep, angel. I'm here. I'm not going to go anywhere." She blinked up at him blearily and nodded. He was still riled up by the day's events as he gazed down at her. He stroked her hair and watched as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Held her tightly and swore to himself he would never do anything to hurt her. He would never do anything to make her regret her decision to allow him to come back into her life. Finally, he pulled her into an even closer embrace as he too fell asleep. The End.