Just a Bump or Two	   

Disclaimer etc these characteres are not mine I have just borrowed them
for a while to enact a fantasy or two. It is R rated for M/F consensual
physical enjoyment of another sentient being. If you are under 18, hate
the idea of Thatcher and Fraser doin' the wild thing or are offended with
the thought of a sensible woman wearing stiletoes while up a step
ladder......leave NOW! PS dont sue as I am penniless, pathetic and just
not interested. All comments will be checked for spelling and discarded if
not complimentary. Timeline is sometime after the second season ends
although I dont know what the third season will bring as they haven't
shown it in Australia yet.....bummer.  Just a Bump or Two...... 

By The Vickchick. 

Well didn't this just take the cake, she fumed to herself. 

Ottawa had demanded an update on the major expenses file to review the
embassies funding policy for legal representation, Fraser's exploits with
the egg fiasco had featured prominently in the last budget (and the
subsequent legal brouhaha that had ensured) with the result that the last
financial years legal budget was over by several thousand dollars, it
obviously was not inexpensive to fly the expertise of Henri Cloutier over
the border even though he eventually was not required. 

Turnbull was not working today, as usual he was on leave with some
psychosomatic illness that necessitated a day off work, scurvy, malaria or
Ross river virus, whatever! She couldn't take the frustration out on
Fraser as he was off with the rabid chicago cop, chasing strippers or
getting locked in a girls school dormitory in drag or even doing something
completely innocent that no doubt would annoy her in some small way. 

Damn him.... this was all his fault, damn, damn, damn! 

So there she was trapped between the last two heavy, rolling shelves of
the filing compactus, trying to find the "Expenses - Legal 95-96 " file so
that she could fax the details to Ottawa before 6pm..... 

and it was a Friday evening anyway (takeout, bubble bath and conversation
with her cat) " I must have better things to do with my life" she mused. 

The file in question was proving difficult to find, so far she had found
filed under "expenses" the files for "emmigratory - moose" and
"ecclesiastical - maple syrup in pagan rituals" files........ and the
heels of her new Manolo Blahnicks were becoming scuffed from the ridged
steps of the compactus file step ladder...... 

She sensed his presence rather than saw him, RCMP issue soap, the
aftershave that he had recently started wearing and the disturbing scent
of gunsmoke from Ray's .45........that, and the unnerving scent of wolf. 

"Sir, can I be of any assistance....." 

"No Constable, I think that you have done quite enough today to *help* me"


"Ma'am ......I thought that maybe you were...... ah .....sorry...." 

She turned around sharply and was absorbed into his blue guiless gaze, and
suddenly remembered the look upon his face when he had kissed her on the
train, that was the same look she had imagined when he had semaphored a
message to her from the Justice Building. He had remembered the feeling
that had passed between them and then he had conveniently lost his memory
during a jewel heist with the afore mentioned CPD Detective.....he had not
even remembered her! 

"I shall be fine Fraser, it may take me a while, with the mess these files
are in, but I will find what I was looking for......" 

She turned back to her earlier endeavours, but as she did the stiletto
heel of her shoe abraded with the serrated step and she felt herself ,
twisting and ( oh God ) falling..... 

He had only microseconds to react ...... one moment she was on the verge
of chewing him out, with her glorious hair, red lips, large eyes staring
into his own, her emotion was almost as overwhelming as the electricity
between their air...next she was falling, and he felt himself physically
pulled to catch her, a deeper desire than duty................. 

falling....... 

kaleidoscope of colours, something rising to smash at her head, landing on
something solid but soft, giving, but holding her from further
harm......... 

"Meg....Meg are you allright" his breath came in gasps, elbow in the solar
plexus, winded, finding his voice, full of concern,( oh God please be
allright, I love her so....)  

"Ben" ......... 

That was all that she could remember......the arms around her, the voice
in her ears, the warm breath on her cheek. 

"10 milligrams of morphine, STAT, gastric lavage tray, we need her
files......." 

ER, I'm in an ER what the hell has happened here, Ow my head hurts, filing
I think that I was trying to find something...... blue eyes....... broad
shoulders....warm smile..... "Ben" ........why does that sound right, mans
voice , "Ray, she has a severe contusion on the brain I Don't know if she
knows me at all.." 

*Dont know.....don't care I just want you..........NOW* now where had that
thought come from? 

Another 12 hours later..... 

Clear blue eyes held alert brown ones with interest , 

"Meg....Ah Ma'am ..we , that is to say you have to go to your residence to
feed your pet cat and to make sure that the security arrangements......." 

"Whatever you say Constable " 

disappointment echoed in his face, she had never left any arrangements up
to him, security or otherwise, well of a personal nature anyway. *how do I
deal with this?* She was the one who had set the boundaries of their
relationship how can this be that she doesn't remember *train...
semaphore.... US......* 

*Oh I want him so completely....NOW* 

Reality flooded into his brain erasing all feelings. He had been
instructed 

by the doctors to take her home and monitor her condition, her memory
lapse was only temporary and all that was needed was rest and relaxation,
and she would be back to normal soon, sorry no, we have no way of
predicting how long exactly....if there where any changes in her condition
she had to be brought back to the hospital ASAP, although nothing to
suggest that there was any permanent damage in the last 12 hours of
observation. Ottawa had been informed and for the next week at least he
was to act as the Consulate Liaison Officer in her absence. 

"Sir, Det Vecchio is waiting downstairs in his car to drive you home" 

"Ben, please call me Meg, Sir sounds so damn impersonal ....." 

"sorry, Ma'am.....ah Meg. We have to hurry before the supermarket closes,
I noticed this morning that your cat has finished her dried food and that
there was only one can of "kitty delight" left in your pantry, by the way
what do you call your cat?" 

"I honestly can't remember owning a cat" 

"Ah...well never mind, that is to say......sorry" 

As he helped her to the car his mind was reeling, what if the doctors
where wrong? what if she never regained her memory? surely something's
could not be forgotten, trains, eggs, red serge contrasting nicely with
chestnut hair....it had taken him so long just to get the relationship to
the point where she didn't automatically despise him for his record of
service and his reputation around the headquarters building in Ottawa. 

"Hey Thatcher I take it that the CT showed that your brain hasn't gone
south on us" 

"Ray, please the Inspector is still not feeling very well....." 

"Oh so you're Ray Vecchio.....nice car" 

Ray stared at her in amazement as he could detect no sarcasm in her tone.
Holy crap, Benny was right, she obviously was not feeling 100 % yet. 

Fraser held the car door open for her and as she got inside she suddenly
froze there was an arctic wolf in there and she was expected to share the
back seat with it! 

" what is that ?" 

"Oh thats my wolf Diefenbaker, Ray had to mind him while I went to fetch
you otherwise the patients would not have had morning tea, actually you
like him a lot and don't mind me bringing him to work on occasion" Fraser
did feel guilty about the fib but figured that it was a great opportunity
for her to get to know Dief properly. Driving home with a brief stop at
the supermarket, Ray quizzed her about Canadian prime ministers and was
amazed that she could remember the details of who they where and when they
were in office but could not remember who she had voted for in the last
election. While Fraser brooded over his emotions before pushing them back
down deep as they pulled up outside her apartment complex and he steeled
himself to the job at hand as they entered her home. 

"Meg does anything seem familiar?" 

"No, well bits.... no not really" 

He put away the groceries as she moved from room to room exploring. Ray
lurked in the doorway anxious to be leaving, he had 2 tickets to the game
this afternoon and now was taking Frannie instead of Fraser. 

"Benny, I gotta go, but if you need anything I'll have my phone with
me....." 

"Thankyou kindly Ray, but I don't think anything untoward will happen" 

Yeah right! he thought. He could sense Benny's concern over the situation,
and the hurt that her lack of memory for him had caused him. He also had
noticed the way that The Dragon Lady had studied Fraser every time she
thought he wasn't looking. The heat from her gaze as she had stared at his
shoulders and his butt as he walked up the stairs to he apartment could of
put Chicago Light and Power out of business! and what was with Fraser
lying about Dief as if he was trying to start her relationship with the
wolf on a better footing. Trouble was inevitable. At least he wouldn't
have to witness it. Deif had already eaten the last of the cats dry
bikkies. 

A while later Meg had emerged from a long shower and dressed in jeans and
a sweater made her way to the kitchen where Fraser was making a cheese and
mushroom omlette for their lunch, accompanied with a fresh baguette and a
tossed salad. As she stood in the doorway her gaze was drawn to the
powerful shoulders as he flipped the omlette through the air to cook the
other side. Warmth, shoulders and eggs, the words wandered through her
mind as sunlight caught on his hair, no bells going off, just a feeling of
anticipation suffused her senses.  

They ate lunch in relative peace,Dief had been banished to the balcony
with half of the baguette as a bribe, she quizzed him about where they
worked and he gave her short plain answers as his mind was clearly
elsewhere. Conversation didn't seem to be to high on his agenda as he
found himself staring at her hands while she ate. 

Hands. Hands that had once roamed up his spine and tangled in his hair on
top of a train as they held each other and explored each other all to
briefly. Although she had ordered him to forget, he would always remember
the feel, the scent, the taste of her lips. *Stop this Benton* he mentally
reproached himself. Then it occurred to him that she had lost all memory
of this and all memory of ordering him to forget it, so he thought *Might
as well enjoy my recollection as now thats all there is* then smiled. 

She sat there and wondered at what was suddenly amusing him, her query of
the roster structure could not be that funny to him. Oh that smile, now
that could probably fuel a thousand fantacys whenever it was seen. She
could feel the heat flood through her at that thought *Do I fanaticise
about this man?* she could feel her blood pooling deep in her abdomen, as
her nipples suddenly tightened. She was concisely aware that he was
staring at her with an intensity that was suddenly unnerving, and she felt
like she was drowning in those blue eyes. 

*Does he ever fanticise about me* she mused, the message in his gaze told
her *yes* but something had held them both back from making this a
reality. 

"Um Meg..... I should clear the table and do the dishes.....you should lie
down and rest for awhile" 

He was already up and running the empty plates under hot water in the sink
with his back to her yet again.  

"Let me help" 

As she picked up the salad bowl and turned towards him. They collided and
the remains of salad greens and his homemade vinaigrette dressing cascaded
down their fronts as they stood only inches apart. 

"Oh Lord, I'm so sorry!" 

"My fault entirely" 

She dragged him by the hand into her bedroom mumbling about finding him
another sweater that might fit him as she pulled her own vinaigrette
soaked garment off with the other hand. He sat on the edge of the bed
unsure of what to do as she rummaged through her closet until she had
finally found another for her and one suitable in size for him. 

"Here, this belonged to my father, he was roughly your size, my mother
knitted him this to go ice fishing with.....I'm afraid its rather old and
worn" *The details of the sweater had suddenly appeared in her mind* 

"Thankyou kindly Meg, I'll try not to get washing up water on it" 

"Oh I shouldn't worry Daddy used to come home with fish guts and scales
all over it.... although it has been cleaned many times since then......I
used to like to wrap myself up in it when I felt lonely for him...." 

*how did I remember that? what will I recall next, my first kiss?* 

She was babbling on about the sweater and without realising she was stood
between his legs as she helped pull his ruined sweater over his head.
Gazing down at him she could see the smooth contours of his chest beneath
his tee shirt and was suddenly aware of their proximity as she looked into
those blue eyes only scant inches from her own. He was almost intoxicated
by the rounded contours of her breasts and jutting nipples right in front
of his eyes, he could feel her warm breath on his forehead as he looked up
into those warm coffee eyes. Their gaze on each other was searching, and
time seemed to have slowed to a stop. 

She bent her head and stroked his cheek before lightly kissing his lips,
she was aware that he was returning the kiss with an intensity that made
her heart race as she parted her lips and felt his tongue tease her own,
Her hands trembled as she stroked his hair and wound her fingers through
the thickness of it. 

His heart was beating faster than he believed was good for his health as
he enfolded his arms around her body. Somewhere in the back of his mind
his concious was raising merry hell about kissing a superior officer while
she was temporarily mentally incapacitated.  

*Would this be happening if she remembered who you were? Shut up and
enjoy! Think about the consequences! What if there are no later
complications? *  

* Oh my that feels so......OH!* 

She broke free of his kiss and stared down at him, his eyes had taken on a
half lidded dreamy quality and he was breathing hard. The air between them
crackled with electricity. *Do I let him know that everything has suddenly
come back to me or do I enjoy him as I have wanted to for such a long
time? By the reaction to that kiss I know that he wants this as much as I
do* 

The decision was temporarily taken out of her hands as he lay back on the
bed and pulled her down on top of him, stoking her hair and beginning to
kiss her again. She enthusiastically joined the kiss before ending it to
start biting his earlobe, so he took the opportunity to explore the
sensitive skin down the side of her neck with his lips and tongue, leaving
small areas of charged flesh as he continued........ 

*what am I doing this is so wrong.....but so right* his conscience
wrestled with itself. 

"Meg I......should we......" 

"Shut up Ben and dont stop what you where doing" she whispered
breathlessly. 

"Oh.......Meg!" 

He went back to the task at hand, pausing only briefly to remove her upper
garments to continue the path down her body to her breasts, as she ran her
hands under his tee shirt and stroked his chest, teasing his nipples with
her finger nails. Realising that this was getting awkward and that she
couldn't remove his shirt, she hooked her leg under his and rolled them
both over so that he was now on top. As he looked down at her the
expression in his eyes puzzled her, he was biting his bottom lip and his
brow was furrowed in concentration. It was then that she noticed the bulge
straining against his jeans, so she naturally reached down to unbutton
them. She didn't want that part of him damaged in any way. He breathed a
sigh of relief and continued his ministrations on her breasts as her nails
raked down his back. As he explored further south he felt her breathing
quicken, and as he passed the border that was her belly button she started
to lose control completely. Shoes, socks and then her jeans became
completely unnecessary, so he removed these also but continued to trace
around the edges of her panties with his tongue. Slowly licking and
nibbling at her through the thin layer of silk as her fingers tangled
through his hair....sucking, teasing at the growing damp patch that was
soaking through the fabric. 

Every nerve fibre sang and hummed, and she thanked her maker for those
glorious nerve endings and the man who coaxed them into a choir of
sensation. 

"Oh God, oh God....... Ben, Ben I'm......." 

He pulled the sopping silk aside and buried himself into her, fully,
finally tasting her as she shuddered to a completion. He allowed her to
pull him up and she began to kiss him again, revelling in the taste of
herself on his mouth. She still wanted more. Wriggling down the bed as the
sight of his very stretched boxers filled her focus. The damp patch at the
apex of the cloth told her that this could not go on too much longer. 

"Shoes, take em off" 

"What? oh yes, sorry" 

As he sat up to remove his shoes she had rummaged through the bedside
table for the necessary supplies * A mountie always takes safety into
account and safe sex is a good thing* She told herself, although she had
wanted to feel more of him, that would have to wait. She bent to pick up
one of his shoes and pitched, narrowly missing the intrigued cat in the
doorway. The second shoed aimed better and hit the door closed, shutting
out the concerned whines from her balcony. 

Turning back to the task at hand, she pushed him back on the bed and
pulled off his boxers, delighting at what she found. Putting on the condom
was harder than she remembered, (it had been awhile, well not since
arriving in Chicago) and the foil packet was giving her problems...... 

"Let me" 

As he opened the packet he gasped as she wiped the moisture off the end of
his erection and slowly licked it of her finger, staring intensely into
his eyes. Audibly gulping he handed her the condom and she proceeded to
put it on him and straddled him. He could do nothing but enjoy as she
slowly let him enter her body, feeling the sensations course through him
and the tingling in his extremities. Gradually they learnt the others
rhythm and preferred pressures. She could feel herself starting to peak
again and noticed that he was similarly bathed in sweat with an intense
look of concentration on his face that was, touching. She removed his
hands from the top of her buttocks and pulling him up so that he was
sitting wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together with
thighs toned from years of horseriding. He knew he couldn't last much
longer, and yet, after the time he had waited for this, he wanted to be
inside of her forever, kissing her like he was now. 

"Oh Meg....." 

climbing 

"Ben...." 

climbing..... 

"Oh my......Meg" 

together they reached the peak and from looking at each others expression,
( Meg like Dief after a bowl of Ma Vecchio's cassata and Ben grinning as
if he had just won a Nobel Prize for artistic basket weaving ) concluded
that it was a very enjoyable experience. *wonder if it will every happen
again?* he thought. *how can I get this to happen again?* she thought. 

Rolling onto their side, she removed the used latex item and dropped it
into the waste basket and turned again to hold him. After kissing her
lightly and stroking her hair they gazed at one another. 

"How does your head feel? do you want some water or aspirin? or....." 

"Ben, I feel completely fine.....completely" 

As the implications of her words registered the colour drained out of his
face. 

"Oh......Ah..... so you...." 

He looked back at her face and was dismayed at the stern *superior
officer* expression that now resided there and closed his eyes. 

"Yes and to atone, you shall spend next week locked in the filing room
reorganising and refiling the embassy filing system.......I of course will
have to supervise you until you learn the error of your ways" her voice
started to soften again, ".........instead of "Oh my....Meg" I want to
hear "Oh.......my Meg" from now on" 

His eyes snapped open and met her gaze and saw the warmth, caring and love
there reflected back at him. The outer edges of his mouth curved up into a
smile as he kissed her again deeply, and knew that it would not be for the
last time. 

"Understood" 

The End........ or maybe not. 

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