time."
"And now I can't stop." Cullen pecked the top of her head. "Love isn't something us hairy-arsed Scotsmen are used to expressing."
"You shave yours, don't you?"
"Very funny."
"Not long before you move in, is it?"
"Three months. Just after Christmas, just before Tenerife."
"And you definitely told your flatmates?"
"Last week. Tom can't bitch too much because I've given him a fair amount of notice."
"He'll still bitch, though, right?"
"He hasn't spoken to me since." Cullen laughed. "I just hope the action doesn't stop when you've got me in your nest."
She propped herself up on his chest. "You really think that?"
He laughed. "Of course not."
"You'd better be joking."
"I can't see anything curtailing your sex drive."
She frowned. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"No, I think I'm just too lovely for you to keep your hands off me."
She fell about laughing. "Aye, that's it."
He turned on his side and started stroking her. She'd lost a fair amount of weight in the fourteen months they'd been seeing each other, her slight paunch disappearing. He seemed to have taken it all - despite all the shagging, he'd put on a stone and felt slightly less than sexy. "Our parents seemed to get on well."
"Aye, almost too well. I hope they don't make a habit of it. It was excruciating at times. I'm glad poor Xander Aitken turned up when he did."
He slowly moved over to her, eventually lying on top, his cock not far from danger. "That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Maybe I'm not a very nice girl."
"Time for some discipline then."
Cullen reached over to his side of the bed and grabbed another condom.
Thursday
4th October 2012
CHAPTER 6
Cullen entered the lift and sipped from the Americano, still piping hot, gasping as he felt the inside of his mouth burn. "Bloody hell."
"Oh, you poor lamb." Sharon patted him on the arm, lip pouting, as she pressed the button.
"Very funny."
"You look tired."
"I am. I couldn't stop thinking about work and this counselling."
"Even after all that exertion?"
"Feels like I've torn the foreskin."
She snorted. "Maybe you're allergic to the spermicide in the condoms?"
"Maybe. Look, it's fine. You don't want to go on the pill and I'm cool with that."
"Nothing to do with you being frightened of having children and wanting to maintain control?"
Cullen shrugged. "Maybe. It's just James I worked with in Bathgate, his girlfriend was desperate for kids and he wasn't. One day, she stopped taking the pill and hadn't told him. Too late then."
Sharon pecked him on the cheek. "I'm less desperate for kids than you are, Scott."
The doors opened and Cullen followed her through the first floor of the station to the Incident Room.
Bain stood at the front, ready to hold court, dark rings beneath red eyes as he drank from a can of Red Bull clone. There were over twenty officers in the room by Cullen's reckoning, including a few of the usual faces - DC Angela Caldwell sat off to the side, DC Chantal Jain and Irvine behind her.
Sharon sat next to Caldwell at the edge of the table near the back and Cullen perched alongside.
Acting DC Simon Buxton barged in next to Cullen. "Morning, Sundance."
"I've told you before, not that name."
"Know what they say, Scott, best way to lose a nickname is not to rise to the bait."
"I'll bear that in mind, Budgie."
Buxton rolled his eyes. "Less of that."
"Do you prefer Britpop?"
"Bain can bugger off with that one."
Cullen reached over and patted Buxton's hair, short on top and at the back, the fringe at the front stuck between long side lappers covering his ears. "Paul Weller called and asked for his haircut back."
"Piss off." Buxton held up his phone, an over-sized Samsung. "Just found something you'll love. Turnbull's got a Twitter account."
"You're kidding me. Has Bain got one?"
"Just the boss for now." Buxton laughed. "Think it's some new initiative, using social media to help bring the community together. It was just starting to come in a