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MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Janey

PART 5

The good thing was that the lights were still on as you pulled up directly outside his house, so at the very least he would be able to tell you in no uncertain terms where to go!
It was strange but even the thought of him giving you a verbal tongue bashing was oddly comforting. If he could be bothered with arguing with you chances where you really did mean something to him and that in itself was a perverted type of hope. Irrational it may be, but it was hope non-the less.
Calmly you your finger hit the intercom. After what felt like an age, there was no answer, so you buzzed again.
“What the fuck do you want?” came the irate voice after a little more time.
“Nice to see you haven’t lost your affable nature!” you taunted, knowing he was watching you from the little camera.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked again.
“James please stop repeating yourself, you’re far more eloquent than that!” you grinned at the camera again and winked, hoping it may make him soften a little.
“Fuck eloquence!” he yelled back.
“Well fuck you!” you shouted to him. “Do you really want us to continue this so everyone can hear?”
“Who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks?” he spat back at you.
“Well that’s true!” you countered. “You already have the reputation of a sewer rat to some people so why not prove them right?”
As you said it you wondered if you had gone too far, but then you heard a click.
“You’d better fucking come in!”
Round two to you, you thought.

As you went into the main room James was watching a boxing fight on the TV and you noticed he didn’t have his bandages on, but he did have a face like thunder.
“You’ve got a nerve!” he yelled.
“Don’t I just,” you replied as you lifted his legs, sat down next to him and then put his legs back over yours, enjoying the stunned look on his face.
His face showed completed disbelief at your nerve and it was obvious he had had the wind taken out of his sails, which made you smile.
“You look so sexy when you’re completely flummoxed, James!” you smiled and stroked his leg tenderly. “It looks much better.”
The sharp intake of breath from him didn’t go unnoticed and that familiar warmth that you always felt when you were with him began to spread even further over you.
“I don’t know what fucking game you’re playing but I don’t like it!” he cursed, whilst looking at you wantonly.
“I came to apologise for being such a bitch James,” candour was written all over your face now. The smile had gone and was replaced by hurt and pain.
“Just a bitch?”
“A bitch who was hurting at seeing the man she loves in a clinch with another woman,” you added simply.
“As I remember she ‘clinched’ me and you wouldn’t let me explain!” His words were still venomous and angry.
“No I didn’t. You’re right. I didn’t and I should have,” you answered, regret etched in every syllable, “But did you think how I must have felt? How it looked?”
He took a big mouthful from the large glass of whisky beside him, which you hadn’t noticed before now, and swallowed it without smarting. Then you realised it was neat whisky. James usually drank it with coke, but you said nothing.
Then suddenly he turned to face you as what you had said registered.

“Loves?” It was a simple question.
“Yes James, Loves!”
“Oh.” The stunned expression on his face spoke a thousand words, as did the slight smile that appeared.
“So, any more ranting and raving?” you smiled.
“Maybe later,” he said. “I need to think about this.”
“I think we have some talking to do, don’t you?”
“Guess so,” he said as he tried to pull you into him.
“No!” you said forcefully.
He glared at you with a pained expression not knowing what was wrong.
“Talking means that James! Not kissing, cuddling or having sex but talking!” Although your voice was strong and in control, your mouth held a smile. “That’s the easy part for us!”
“What is?” he winked.
“You know full well and don’t do THAT!” you admonished. “You know what that wink does to me.”
“The same thing that being around you does to me!” He took your hand and put it over his groin so that you could feel his growing erection, and he sighed aloud as you touched it.
You shut your eyes as you felt him beneath you, but then somehow felt the strength to enable you to withdraw.
“James, I came here to talk and nothing more,” those words hurt as you spoke them but you knew it was the right thing to do.
“Amy,” his voice was thick and erotic as he whispered, “ I know that you’re right, but are you gonna talk and then run?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you stated, looking at him bewildered.
“Are you gonna tell me what you feel; what’s happened to you before; am I gonna do the same and then you leave me on my own to brood over it for the night whilst you do the same?”
His deep brown eyes tore into you with pain and confusion, yearning for understanding and compassion.
“I don’t understand James,” you answered softly, with yearning.
“I want you to stay after you’ve told me; after I’ve opened up to you, so that we can keep talking without tiredness or drink,” he glanced at the glass with his neat whisky in, “ getting in the way.”
“You want me to come back tomorrow? Ok.”
“No!” he said forcefully. “Damn I’m not good at this.”
“I would say neither of us are!” you giggled nervously. “Why do we manage to make such a mess of the simple things?”
“Since when has talking about how you feel been easy?” he asked as he stroked your arm lovingly.
“I want you to stay over, Amy.” He looked at you sheepishly, obviously wondering if he’d asked too much.
“James we both know what happened the last time we did that!” although you tried to be serious a broad smile spread across your lips as you remembered how you had made love when James stayed over.
“I promise to show a little more self control this time!”
You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in to him as he smiled that erotic, sexual, sensual smile of his at you, and the touch of his body to yours gave you what was tantamount to an electric shock which made you tremble against him.

“Are you cold?” he asked with concern.
“Erm, no!” you smirked. “Rather the opposite, actually.”
“Right,” he said with embarrassment all over his face. “Sorry.”
“ It’s ok, James. Really.”
There was a long silence between you both as you just looked at each other. Both enjoying being together, yet both sensing that once the talking began things may not be as they seemed.
“So,” James finally broke the silence, “are you gonna stay the night or go home?”
“Well,” you answered slowly, “ as it’s after midnight, I could stay I guess.”
“A definite would be good rather than an ‘I guess’” he smiled.
“I’ll stay,” you smiled nervously. “How’s that?”
“Much better!” he laughed. “I’ve been sleeping down here so you can have my room.”
Without realising it, you had grimaced at him.
“Amy, don’t worry,” he laughed. “The bedding is clean. Rachel did it tonight on her way to see Nick.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“It doesn’t matter.” Again he stroked your arm.
It touched you that he wasn’t pushing. He must have been aware that if he tried to kiss you now you would completely give in to him, but he was being affectionate without being overbearing, letting you dictate the way things would be.
“So,” you smiled broadly, “ as I am staying tonight, I can have a drink. Mind sharing that whisky of yours?”
“Not at all,” he laughed.
“Right then, move your legs and I’ll get a glass.”
“Why not share this one?” he asked. “The bottle’s right here, I’ll just, you know, top it up!”
You laughed raucously, “hell you know how to treat a girl, Bradfield!”
He filled the glass right up to the top and said, “when it’s gone you go to bed and I go to sleep here ok?”
“Righty!” and you took a drink, then added, “and where is my bed?”
“Up the stairs, second on the left with an en suite, so I won’t have an excuse to annoy you,” he smirked and winked at you.
“You sure you’re ok down here?”
“Amy, don’t worry! It’s a comfy sofa and I’m used to it.” He sipped at the whisky.
“Right I won’t ask again then,” and you grinned at him as you took the glass and had another drink.
“Who’s winning?” You asked, pointing at the TV.
“How the hell would I know?” he laughed and then turned the TV off.

Until the whisky was finished you both chatted about really stupid things, neither of you wanting to break the good rapport you had re-established. There were no cuddles; no attempted kisses or fumbles; just lots of good natured, non-pressurised banter flowing back and forth between the pair of you.
‘I do love you, James’ you said to yourself as the whisky was finished and you resigned yourself to leaving him for a while.
“Would you mind helping me turn this thing into my bed before you go up?” he winked mischievously.
“Course not. It’s the least I can do as I’m nicking your bed tonight,” you sniggered.
“The stuff’s in the utility room,” he said moving his legs, which were now intertwined with yours.
“Ok. I know where that is,” and you got up and collected the quilt, sheets and pillowcase and took them back, to find James hobbling on one leg by the sofa.
“Thanks,” He said simply as you began to make the bed up for him.
“You really sure you’re ok with this?” you asked as you glanced at the made up sofa.
“Amy, how many more times?” he enquired with humour. “I’ll be absolutely fine.”
“Is your leg ok? Without the support I mean?”
“It’s fine!” he said as took off his T-shirt and shorts as you watched, mesmerised, then hobbled into the downstairs toilet where you could hear him brushing his teeth.
You stayed in the lounge waiting in case he needed some help getting back, but as he returned you could see that whilst he was still in some discomfort, his injuries where healing well, and he was genuinely more mobile.
He got into his make shift bed and then looked at you.
“I recall we had an agreement,” he smiled at you.
“We do, I just wondered if you wanted any clean things bringing down rather than having to wait for me in the morning.” It was a lie and you both knew it. The tension was back again. Nothing unpleasant or sinister; merely the sexual tension that followed you both everywhere.
“Yeah,” he beamed, “ clean clothes would be good!”
“Where can I find them?”
“There’s a chest of drawers near the bed,” he said. “ Top drawer boxers and stuff, second T-shirts, and third has shorts.”
“Be right back!” and you went upstairs.
His bedroom took you by surprise. Whilst it had a very ostentatious Queen sized bed, it was neutrally furnished, rather than either masculine or feminine; not that you expected feminine at all! The smell of him was all around you and you stopped for a moment to breathe it in, before going and collecting what he had requested.
You chose briefs instead of boxers as they made you smile remembering the massage you had given him and the reaction that his body had had; followed by dark blue shorts and T-shirt, and then you went back to him.
He beckoned you over to see what you had picked and smiled as he examined the briefs.
“Can’t imagine why you picked those!” he said with a very wicked glint in his eyes that made you shudder.
“Why not?”
“Nothing to do with a certain massage then?” he teased and on seeing your response began to laugh.
“Don’t laugh like that!” you muttered indignantly before laughing with him. “Allow a girl a fantasy huh?”
“Ok I won’t, “ he smirked, “ if you allow me to have one as well.”
“Now this I know I’m gonna regret! What is it?” You asked trembling with anticipation.
“Well, you’ve seen me in just my boxers tonight, so will you take off that damned dress so I can see you?” The lust was heavy in his voice, but as usual with James it was non threatening and not in the least intimidating.
You smiled but said nothing. Instead you lifted the dress off your body and allowed it to fall next to the sofa, whilst you stood before him, revelling in the look he had upon his face as his eyes wandered up and down your body. He picked the dress up and held it against his face.
“Umm,” he sighed. “Sweet dreams for me tonight I think!”
“Oh no you don’t!” but it was too late. He was holding it tightly to his body and you knew there was no way you would get it back unless he gave it to you.
“James you just do not play fair!” You said trying to sound upset whilst all the time smiling inanely.
“Neither do you, darling!” he winked, turned his back to you and snuggled down leaving you stood in your knickers and nothing more.
“Night James,” you said as you bent down and kissed the top of his head. “Sleep well.”
“You too, Amy,” came the muffled response.
Round three to James.

As you got washed, and took off the few items of make up that you had been wearing, the bruise that James had made a few nights ago returned. The bruise that was made out of passion and love as he had sucked upon your skin. As images of that night raced through your mind you stroked it with your fingertips and smiled. When you closed your eyes you could feel him against you; feel him nuzzling into your neck; feel him taking your skin into his warm, wanton mouth.
He would definitely notice it in the morning because you had no foundation with you to cover it with and it’s position meant that even wearing one of James shirts would not hide it. He had surprised you by not mentioning it the morning after when you were showering together and straight after you had covered it with make up because you were going to Manchester. How would he feel when he saw it in the morning, that reminder of what had been?
The bed was very comfortable and absolutely huge. There was so much room; too much room for one and you felt swamped by it. Not even the essence of James that you could smell from his clothes and the collection of aftershave could settle you. The clock said almost three am and you had still not been able to sleep, so you put on one of James t-shirts and decided to get yourself a cold drink from the fridge, hoping that that would help.
You tip-toed passed James as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb him, but just as you were about to go into the kitchen he called.
“What’s wrong Amy, can’t you sleep either?”
“I wanted a really cold drink,” you answered, “ can I get you one too?”
“Amy, what’s the real reason that you can’t sleep? You can tell me, after all we’re meant to be talking with each other aren’t we?”
You slowly walked over to the sofa were James was now covered only by a sheet and sat down next to him. James had asked you to leave a table lamp on when you’d gone to bed, and whilst you’d been glad of it on your way to the kitchen, it now meant that you could see enough of each other to be able to check reactions. It also meant that you could see that James was lying on top of your dress, which he had put over his pillow.
“Well I’ll need to iron that before I can wear it home,” As you pointed to the dress you smiled warmly at James who was now almost sat completely upright.
“Don’t try to evade my question Amy!” Tenderly he stroked a hand over your back.
“I felt lonely. It’s such a big bed James.”
“Now you know why I’ve been sleeping down here!” his smile was a nervous one but full of honesty. “After spending that wonderful night with you and then having that falling out, well I just didn’t like the feeling of being there on my own.”
“Perhaps you should’ve thought of that when you bought it.”
“Look, I’ve had relationships finish before but none were I actually didn’t feel ok in my own bed!”
“So, why not come back with me?” you studied his face, needing to know how he felt about this. “Purely for sleep! Nothing else.”
“Only if you’re positive it’s truly what you want Amy.” His warm, deep brown eyes gazed at you with a subtlety, which almost took your breath away.
All you could do in response was nod, stand up and hold out your hand for him as an invitation for him to join you, which he did. For a couple of minutes you stood together, smiling and holding hands. Almost as if giving the other time to back out if they wanted. Then together you began to walk to the bedroom; and to the bed, which you will now be sharing.

As you entered the room, James stopped and again asked if you were sure that it was what you really wanted.
“Yes James, I am,” you replied with a smile, and proceeded to sit down on the left side off the bed which had the covers turned back from when you’d gone downstairs.
“How come you knew I slept on the other side?” he grinned impishly as he walked round and then got in.
“Just got lucky I guess,” you smiled back.
You had noticed that James hadn’t taken his boxers off and so wondered if you should take the T-shirt off or keep it on along with your briefs.
“I think you may be too hot in that,” he merely said, nodding at the top.
“I guess you’re right,” you smiled nervously and pulled it off quickly and then swiftly got under the covers, only pulling them up so that they covered your chest.
“Did you have that hidden with make-up?” His fingers soothingly stroked your marked skin.
“Yes, I did. I figured it wasn’t particularly professional.”
“I felt a bit embarrassed about it next morning, to be honest,” James said quietly, whilst still stroking your skin. “But then when I noticed it was gone I felt a bit mad. Not ‘cos it was like my mark of ownership or anything, but because it was a reminder of the love we’d felt and shared. It just hurt.”
“Sorry,” you could feel the pain from his eyes. “I guess I should’ve covered it later.”
“So Nick never got to see it either then?” now he was teasing you.
“I should’ve known he’d tell you!” and a guilty grin flashed across your face.
“Hell, Nick never could resist a bit of gossip! He’s been here a couple of times today and I’ve lost count of all the phone calls!”
“It’s nice he’s worried about you, James!” and you hit him playfully.
“He was worried about how I’d react if someone else told me, more like!” and without thinking he pulled your body into his, and you began to cuddle each other.
“How did we manage to make such a mess of this, James?”
“I don’t know, honey. But, I’ll tell you something,” lightly he brushed his lips over the top of your head. “I am sure as hell determined to put it right.”
“Me too,” you whispered against him. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I am glad you came, Amy,” he tilted your head so you could see his eyes as he spoke. Eyes full of tenderness and compassion.
“But James,” you said with a frivolous note to your voice. “I haven’t yet!”
“Why, you minx!” As he lowered his lips onto yours, your arms wrapped around him.
All you could do was sigh as you felt the flesh of the man you loved against you once more. His body wanting and needing the closeness as much as you do. The sensation of his tongue dancing with yours that had been so sorely missed.
“Oh, no we don’t!” he yelled jokingly, with a huge grin on his face, as he broke the embrace. “Sleep and sleep only remember?”
“Spoilsport!” but then you kissed him quickly before settling back down with his strong-arms holding you close.
“Night Amy. Sweet dreams.” And he switched off the light from over bed, snuggled further against you, and closed his eyes.
“Night James.”

Part 6

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