This just sort of came to me - so I wrote it down. It's a follow up to McQueen's match.
Once again - MANY THANKS to Karen, she's the Bestest beta ever.
Chapter 2. The Row.
The day had started out extremely well, but had gone downhill rapidly.
She had woken up next to him, after a night of frenzied lovemaking. At first it had been shy and slightly awkward. But finally the desire and need, fuelled by lack of physical contact for almost a year, had been too great for them both, and it had developed into a frenzied flurry of licking, biting, kissing and stroking that had brought each to an early release. After that they took their time to rediscover the delights of each other's bodies before they collapsed exhausted, but satiated, into a comfortable sleep, wrapped in each others arms.
She'd woken to feel his lean, muscular body next to hers and her arousal had been instant. She'd gently stroked his chest, running her hands down to his smooth flat stomach, unmarked by a bellybutton. This was something she found strangely erotic, and she had woken him with kisses and gentle licks to the scars on his chest.
He'd smiled at her, a sleepy grin, but with desire blazing in his eyes. They had soon become lost in the rhythm of their renewed passion. It had been as they lay, McQueen on top of her, thrusting with all his might as she thrust upwards to meet him, that a tap had come at the door.
It had been an automatic response on his part, she knew, to say come in, but she hadn't been prepared for what followed. She had found herself lying on her back, with him still hard inside her, while he carried on a conversation with Hawkes.
She thought he probably hadn't even noticed when she'd pushed him off, grabbed her robe, and stalked out of the room to take a shower. They were still talking as she came back, collected her jeans and a baggy sweater, and left them to it.
She'd headed straight into the small cosy kitchen, lighting the oven and putting some coffee on, before gathering together the flour and yeast she needed to make some bread. She'd felt the need to pummel something.
He'd come up behind her as she kneaded the dough, shaping it ready for proving, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.
"Don't we have some unfinished business?" he breathed huskily into her ear.
Even through her jeans and the bathrobe he wore, she could feel his hardness. It had just made her angrier.
"Are you completely stupid, or do you have to work at it?" she'd practically yelled into his face as she'd turned around, shaking his hands off her.
He'd stepped back, stunned at the expression on her face. "What? What's the matter?"
She'd looked at him, the anger she thought she'd beaten into the bread returning. *The dumb gawp has no idea why I'm upset*, she'd thought, but what she'd said was, "Go away. Don't touch me… don't speak to me. I really don't want to talk to you at the moment!"
"What have I done?" he'd asked softly, aware that he had upset her, but not understanding how. He'd reached out a hand to touch her, but she'd shrugged him off.
"Unless you want to feel this dough in your face, I'd move your butt out of my kitchen really, really fast." She'd held the dough in her hands to illustrate the point.
Still confused by her sudden change of mood, he'd gone to take a shower.
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