CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 16

‘Come in,’ Bo said without looking up from the file he was intently studying.

The door opened and slammed shut loudly, causing him to look up; startled.

Frankie Brady stood there; his bluish black eyes blazing with anger. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Bo?’

Bo put the file down and stood up. ‘Frankie. We’ve been trying to reach you for a very long time.’

‘From the amount of messages on my answering machine; I figured.’ Frankie said coldly. ‘Plus a phone call from Emil Standish informing me my sister is in Salem; on loan from the ISA. And I’m willing to guess it was by your request. What are you doing?’

‘Before I answer your question, Frank; why didn’t you tell me what happened to Carly in the first place? What was that about?’

Frankie scoffed. ‘Would you have cared? You handed Carly over to that bastard in the first place and in a matter of months, you forgot her! You never even told Hope about her; as far as she’s concerned, it was Billie who made you whole again while she was gone!’

‘Well, we both know that’s not true. And I never forgot Carly.’ Bo replied, anger in his voice. ‘Letting her go was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. But Larry brainwashed her; by the time she got out the amnesia it was too late for us. I let her go because I loved her. But it was too hard for me to picture her being a family with him and Nicky; you should know how it is! That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to think of her for years. Now pull a chair and sit down, we need to talk about this rationally.’

Frankie hesitated then reluctantly did as he was told. Bo sank back into his chair, looking at Carly’s brother intently. ‘One more question before I answer yours. Shane told us the doctors made Carly believe she survived a terrible accident when they couldn’t help her. But they did more than that, didn’t they?’

Frankie was silent for a few seconds then quietly replied, ‘They implanted false memories into her mind. You got to understand Bo; she’d been through a lot of trauma and the last thing we wanted was Lawrence finding out she was still alive. And that would have happened if we had told her who she really was; she would have fought for custody of Nicky or go back to Alamania for him. I wasn’t around to help my sister but no way was I going to allow Lawrence touch her again. As far as she’s concerned, she’s an orphan who lost her family as a child and was left money. I couldn’t be in her life but Standish’s been looking out for her for me. Now I find out she’s here and you’re endangering her by keeping her here.’

‘I’m trying to help her get her life back, Frank. Once we got the whole story; Roman and I decided we couldn’t let her go on as Clarice Parker. She has a right to know who she really is.’

‘So that’s all there is, you just want to help her.’ Frankie said disbelievingly. ‘And how does Hope feel about you helping out your ex fiancée?’

‘She doesn’t know Carly’s my ex and she’s not an issue anyway. We’re divorced now.’

Frankie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me. You and Hope?’

Bo raised his hands. ‘We were having a lot of problems before Carly came back. Hope moved out with Ciara and I tried to fix things; I really did. And then… Carly and I fell in love all over again and before you say anything,’ he hastily added seeing Frankie’s staggered look, ‘it’s not a rebound from Hope. It was a force bigger than the both of us and it’s real. It really is. It’s not just about helping her now. She’s back in my life and she’s never leaving it again. I love her Frankie and she loves me.’

Frankie sank back into his chair, overwhelmed. ‘My God…’ he said at last.

‘She’s not in danger.’ Bo assured him. ‘Now she’s got me and Roman to protect her. And she’s starting to remember a few things; they’re foggy right now but in time, she’s going to remember more and I’ll fill the blanks as they come. And you must do the same thing, as her brother.’

‘But what about Larry? Somehow he’s going to find out she’s here.’ Frankie said worriedly.

‘He comes near her, I’ll kill him.’ Bo’s voice was now hard and ominous. ‘And as for Nicky; he doesn’t have to know his mother’s alive just yet. Once Carly gets her memory back, she’ll decide whether or not to call him. Lord knows what that son of a bitch even told him about her.’

‘If I know Larry; a load of crap enough to turn him against her- just like Vivian did.’ Frankie said sullenly. ‘I hate them so much. And I hate my father for handing my sister over to him in the first place. That was the worst part about being Francois and Katarina Von Leuschner, Bo. The only thing our parents could give us was money and expected nothing from us but marry into yet more money.’ He sighed. ‘I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about what happened to Carly. I just kept looking at you and Hope and thought you wouldn’t want to help her. I guess I misjudged you.’

‘Pretty much but it’s okay.’ Bo smiled. ‘And after she regains her memory and gets her life back, I’m going to ask her to marry me.’

Frankie chuckled softly. ‘For real? Wow… it is serious. But you are going to tell Hope right? I don’t want Carly having problems with her.’

‘Soon, Frankie; I promise. I’m going to handle things my way.’

Frankie shrugged his shoulders in defeat. ‘Well… I guess I have to trust you. Where is Carly anyway?’

‘She’s out with Roman on a case.’

Frankie shook his head in exasperation. 

‘I know… I don’t like her being in law enforcement either. She’s more than capable but she doesn’t belong here. She’ll get her memory back, in time.’

‘I pray she will. Lord knows nothing the doctors did worked. When can I see her?’

‘Meet us at Mum’s place tonight; I’ll bring her over.’

‘Great.’ Frankie gave Bo a hug, very grateful for him now that his anger was gone. He was still worried about his sister’s safety but he didn’t doubt Bo and Roman’s capability of protecting her. ‘I’m only in town for a day; I have to fly back to D.C very soon.’

‘We’ll see you tonight then. And please remember not to call her Carly.’

‘You got it.’

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Carly looked at Frankie intently as Bo introduced them. Caroline and Roman watched, bracing themselves; wondering if she would recognize her brother.

‘Pleased to meet you, Frankie.’ She said at last. ‘I have a huge feeling we’re going to be very close friends.’ She smiled wider, her hand still holding his. ‘Funny… I already feel so close to you.’

Bo looked at Caroline and Roman over her head. A good sign at least.

Frankie’s warm smile hid his frustration but he was very glad to see his sister. With Bo and Roman around, Standish didn’t have to keep tabs on her on his behalf from now on and he could now visit her often; as Bo and Roman’s younger brother.

All through dinner, Carly and Frankie couldn’t stop chatting with each other; there was playful banter and to Bo’s amusement and delight, Carly uncannily kept finishing Frankie’s sentences.

‘It’s a real treat meeting you, Frankie.’ Carly said when it was time for her and Bo to leave. ‘It’s a shame you’re flying back so soon. When will we see you again?’

‘More often from now on.’ Frankie hugged her close. ‘It was great meeting you too. And I’m happy for you and Bo.’

Carly turned to smile lovingly at Bo. ‘I’m happy too.’

As she walked through the door after kissing Roman and Caroline goodnight; Frankie gripped Bo’s shoulder. ‘Take great care of her, Bo. Please, don’t let anything happen to her again.’

‘I promise, don’t you worry.’ Bo assured him gruffly.

‘We all will, son.’ Caroline added as Roman patted his back.

‘I like your brother very much.’ Carly said as she sat on the bed and removed her shoes. ‘We really clicked.’

‘You sure seemed to have a lot in common with him.’ Bo said, washing his hands in the adjoining bathroom and drying them with a towel.

Carly looked at him with amusement as he stepped out. ‘Are you jealous?’

Bo scoffed. ‘Please…’

‘Not even a little bit?’ she asked, getting up to slid her arms round his waist.

‘Would you prefer if I was, you minx?’ Bo teased, pulling her against him.

Carly laughed. ‘Seriously, Frankie’s really sweet and we’re so in tune. Don’t get me wrong, I love Roman but there’s just something about Frankie.’

It’s that damn déjà vu again; at least that’s what it was to her. The memory wasn’t yet in place but the natural connection was; just like the connection she had with him that led to them being together again. A matter of time, Bo reminded himself. Just a matter of time.

‘Well, he liked you too; in fact he gave a quick remark about how lucky I am. And I agree with him, a hundred percent.’ He cupped her face and kissed her lingeringly. Carly’s lips parted eagerly for him, her arms moving up to encircle his neck, pressing herself against him and feeling his instant reaction. He kissed down her neck, his warm breath over her as he unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it off her.

‘Definitely a hundred percent.’ Bo grinned at her, his voice husky as he walked her backwards to the bed.

Carly grinned back.

Bo pushed her onto the bed and then started taking off his shirt. He stopped, noticing an odd expression on her face, a rather petrified expression. ‘Clarice, what’s wrong?’

A shadowy figure roughly pushing her on a bed, pinning her down… ripping her clothes and she was kicking out, struggling, screaming…

‘Princess,’ Bo said urgently, moving close to her. ‘What’s wrong, did I do something…?’ He stroked her cheek.

‘No!’ Carly shrieked, scrambling away from his touch in terror.

Bo stared at her, unsure of what to do.

Clarice rubbed her head with her hands; confused and shaken. What the hell was wrong with her and what was the meaning of that unexpected vision? She turned away to bury her face into a pillow, taking deep breaths.

Bo joined her on the bed, upset the latest flash of memory made her scared of him. ‘Clarice?’ he touched her hair cautiously. ‘Are you okay? Talk to me please.’

Carly didn’t raise her head until she sensed the strange sense of terror leaving her.  Feeling better she turned to face Bo who was looking so anxious and concerned that it wrung her heart. She sat up and slipped her arms round him and he held her tightly, pressing his lips against her forehead.

‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured. ‘I don’t know what came over me.’

‘It’s alright,’ Bo stroked her hair, wishing happier past events would come to her instead of visions of Lawrence abusing her. It must have been the way he pushed her onto the bed that triggered it. ‘What was that?’ he asked tentatively.

‘I don’t know.’ Carly pulled away to look at him, confused and still rather shaken. ‘I… I saw something in my head just now… something or someone evil. A premonition I think.’

Bo of course knew otherwise. ‘You don’t honestly think I would ever do anything to hurt you.’

 ‘No, no…of course not,’ She hugged him again, basking in his manly strength and immediately feeling safe and warm again. He always made her feel that way. ‘I know you, Bo Brady. You’re the last person that could ever hurt me.’

‘I’m glad you know that, princess.’ Bo replied quietly, relieved by her words. Goddamn Lawrence Alamain! If he ever showed up in Salem to come after Carly, he will kill him dead; kill him with his bare hands.

Feeling better, Carly began kissing Bo again. Wrapping his arms round her, his mouth devoured hers in a drugging kiss; his hands feverishly exploring her breasts before lowering her onto the bed, gently this time. Kissing his way down her body, he unbuckled and pulled her jeans off her legs. As he slipped from her arms to take off his pants, she sat up to take off her tank top and bra; their eyes locked with each other. Bo saw the woman he loved, beautiful and sensually feminine. Clarice saw a handsome, very macho man she was absolutely crazy about and completely in sync with. No way was he capable of harming her so was that sudden episode all about?

Pushing it aside, she held out her arms to him. Bo rejoined her, taking her in his arms. As much as he wanted her to remember more, he also didn’t want her getting more flashes of Lawrence hurting her. So he rolled onto his back, lifting her and guided her down to him. Gasping against his lips, she moved on him, trembling with intense pleasure as they moved together.

Bo gripped her hips, loving her fiercely and basking in their  mutual blazing passion; planting kisses on her mouth and against her neck, the urgency in him mounting as their bodies moved together in a sweet, driving frenzy and finally, after spasms of their culmination shook them, Carly collapsed against him; both panting heavily  in fulfillment. She pressed her face against his neck and he held her tightly, rubbing her back and turned his head to kiss her on the forehead. They lay in silence, content and warm against each other.

‘Bo?’

‘Yeah, baby?’

‘Do you believe in past lives?’ she asked, her finger tips running over his hair roughened chest.

‘Never thought much about that subject; why?’ he replied, stroking her hair.

‘I keep going back to the night we met. How I felt so connected to you the moment I saw you. And after that, it felt like I’ve always known you.’ Moving her head up, she peered at him. ‘Every time you smiled at me I found myself more in love with you. Every time you touch me, I always feel so safe in a way I’ve never felt before. If there’s really a thing like a past life; I think we were in love, just like this.’ She smiled, reaching up to stroke his jaw.

Bo smiled back at her, wishing he could tell her they were together so many years ago. ‘Well maybe we do have past lives, princess. Or it’s just the plain old déjà vu you keep having.’

Carly’s mind went back to Frankie. She’d felt connected with him immediately;  just as if she’d known him all her life too, like a brother. ‘I guess. Like tonight with your brother… completely in synch with him, like I am with you, just not the same way. Come to think of it…’ she resumed rubbing his chest, toying with his medallion. ‘The time I’ve spent here, with you and with your family; I realized my career and going on missions just masked how lonely I really was.’ She looked up at him again. ‘You’re my missing other half, Bo Brady. Déjà vu or past life… I can’t imagine my life without you.’

‘Neither can I.’ Bo whispered back, turning round towards her and she was lying beneath him. ‘I love you so much, Clarice Parker. And I promise you; no one’s ever going to take you away from me.’ Not a second time. Let that bastard come; I’ll be ready for him.

Carly sensed something odd in his tone but before she could ask him, his lips were on hers; his hands caressing her soft skin.  Her arms encircled his neck as she eagerly responded to his touch; parting her legs when she felt his knee slide between them and they made love again.

She was standing beside a bed brushing her hair, dressed in a robe. She was younger, maybe in her twenties. And then she heard a deep voice behind her.

‘She walks in beauty, like the night; of cloudless climes and starry skies… 

And all that’s best of dark and bright,’

She turned, smiling at whoever was talking to her.

‘Meet in her aspect and her eyes,’ he continued, ‘thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies.’

She moved to him. He had dark hair and was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He took in his arms and she raised her eyes to see his face…

She jerked awake at the sound of thunder. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, watching Bo as he closed the windows. ‘Wow… looks like a storm’s brewing.’ He said. ‘There it is,’ he added as the rain began to pour.

Carly felt aggravated at the lousy timing; she was so close seeing who the mysterious stranger was, certain it was the same man with the tattoo she kept seeing in her dreams. It was all so mysterious; the dreams, the man, the premonition. What exactly was wrong with her?

Bo closed the curtains and climbed back into bed beside her, pulling her down to cradle her head against his chest. And once again, as she nestled close to her lover, feeling his arms round her; she felt her frustration ebbing away. Bo always made her feel better; always. She loved the man so much.

The thunder rolled yet again and the rain poured harder. Spooned against Bo, Carly slept peacefully. And began dreaming again…

A man was kneeling in front of her… unbuttoning her blouse. Again she couldn’t see his face but she was stroking his cheek. Slowly he got to his feet, peeling it off her. A tattoo on his back… but again she couldn't see clearly… they were making out in a dimly lit room… or was it a room? Lightning was flashing against… a pothole. They were in a cabin… on a boat!

Carly squirmed under Bo’s arms, hoping to see more. But the dream faded and she was back to a dreamless sleep.          

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 15

Was the tattoo on Bo’s back the same as the one in her dream? Was Bo the man she’d been dreaming about the whole time?  If so, she might accept it as a sort of premonition telling her she and Bo would eventually become lovers but something still kept nagging her.  Frustrated, Clarice rubbed her aching forehead; trying to picture the dream again. A candle lit room… her fingers caressing a man’s back, a tattoo, of what she didn’t know; a man kissing her neck… why is his face hidden?

Why am I so bothered about Bo’s tattoo; I don’t even know if it’s the same tattoo in the dream! Clarice shook her head, staring at the fishing boats sailing along the river. What does it matter anyway, it was just a dream…only a dream. She should concentrate on what she had right now, the most wonderful man in the world; who loved her as much as she loved him and the centre of her world. She wasn't going to allow a dream or a tattoo to bother her any further. Feeling less uneasy by that thought she walked along the docks, the afternoon breeze blowing her long hair about. Then all of a sudden she heard a scream and she immediately ran to the direction they were coming from. A woman was lying on the ground while a scruffy looking man in torn jeans and a dirty T-shirt was rummaging her purse. Immediately Clarice pulled out her gun, aiming it at him. ‘Hands in the air where I can see them… do it now!’

The thug froze, his stoned eyes staring at her.

‘I said hands in the air and get down on your knees; I’m not going to say it again!’ she shouted harshly; her finger on the trigger. He obeyed slowly, dropping the purse. Maneuvering her way behind him, she swiftly cuffed him before hurrying to the woman who was moaning. ‘Are you alright, ma’am?’ she asked, holstering back her gun.

‘He… he stabbed me.’ was the whisper. Blood was flowing from her stomach. Casting a look of repulsion and contempt at the perp, Clarice pulled out her cell phone and called for an ambulance and then for backup. ‘Don’t worry, help is on the way.’ She soothed.

‘Please don’t let me die… I have two kids; I’m all they have, please…’ the woman clutched her hand tightly.

‘Hey come on… I didn’t hurt her that bad…’ the perp whined.

Rage surged through Clarice, a type of rage she’d never felt before but she was more concerned about  the victim than walking up to him and smash his mouth with her boot.  ‘Don’t worry, you’re going to make it; believe that, you hear me?’ she soothed, taking off her jacket.  ‘Calm down now.’

‘Hey, what’s going on here?’ A man in a faded denim jacket appeared, staring in amazement.

‘I’m an FBI agent, this woman was just mugged and needs immediate medical assistance- please go to my car parked in front and get the first aid kit in the trunk.’ She produced the keys and the man hurried to take them. ‘It’s a blue Carina… please hurry, she’s losing blood!’ The man darted away. Turning to the cuffed perp who was wriggling about on the ground she snarled, ‘If she dies, I swear I’ll kill you myself, you just wait!’ Looking down at the woman, she asked, ‘what’s your name?’

‘Linda.’ was the soft reply. ‘What’s yours?’

‘Clarice.’

‘That’s a pretty name…’ she closed her eyes.

‘Linda… Linda stay with me now… my God, where the hell’s that ambulance?’ 

‘Agent… I got it!’ The man hurried back with the box. To her surprise, Clarice felt a strong feeling of purpose and confidence as she attended to the woman; her hands were steady and methodical as she did all she could to stop the bleeding; not once did she panic or falter. Thankfully, she managed to stop the woman from bleeding profusely.

‘You sure missed your calling Agent Parker; you should’ve been a doctor.’ The man, who’d introduced himself as Derek commented, watching Clarice’s ministrations closely.

‘Why do you say that?’ she asked without looking up.

‘You know exactly what you are doing there, just like a pro. Hey look, she’s opening her eyes…’ Linda peered up at Clarice.

‘How are you doing?’

She nodded, smiling faintly.  At that moment a police car drove up, the sirens blaring and two uniformed police jumped out. Pulling the perp roughly on his feet he was dragged to the car as well as bagging the weapon as evidence. Two seconds later, the ambulance finally arrived and the paramedics took over from her.

‘Excellent work Agent Parker; top notch job. You have medical training?’ one of them asked after Linda was transported inside into the ambulance. Clarice hesitated then shook her head; still feeling rather baffled at how she was able to administer first aid so diligently. The whole thing had simply come so naturally and familiar to her; like a hidden and undiscovered skill. It shouldn’t be a big deal but… she’d felt like the professional Derek described her.

‘Well, thanks to you, this lady’s going to pull through. Pity there isn’t more like you who knows exactly what to do in an emergency.’

Clarice shrugged, turning to Derek who appeared at her elbow with her jacket. ‘Thanks. And thanks also for your help.’ She said, taking it from him.

‘No problem, besides you did more than I did, that’s for sure.’ Derek looked at her intently as she slipped the jacket back on. ‘Uh… can I have your number, so I could call you sometime?’

Clarice smiled, shaking her head. ‘I already have a boyfriend who’s probably wondering where I am as we speak.’

Derek sighed, a look of resignation on his face. ‘Lucky bastard. You win some and you lose some. Nice meeting you, anyway.’

‘Likewise, and thanks again.’ Clarice called after him as he left; he turned to wave at her.

‘That woman was lucky you happened to be here, Agent Parker.’ One of the officers said. ‘She would’ve bled to death and that son of a bitch would’ve gotten away with murder.’

‘Thank God for some mercies. You two get him out of here before I change my mind about killing him.’

‘You got it.’ The young man hurried away to join his partner.

‘Agent Parker,’ the second paramedic poked his head out. ‘The patient wants you to ride with her. Coming?’

Without hesitation, Clarice climbed in, slamming the door behind her.

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‘Princess?’

Clarice rose from her seat as Bo hurried to her, wrapping her arms round his waist as he hugged her tightly. ‘Are you okay?’ He asked, pulling back to hold her face between his palms.

She nodded. ‘I’m waiting for news. The victim… her name’s Linda… is in surgery right now. I have to know she’s really going to be okay.’

‘Sure.’ Bo surveyed her face carefully. ‘Something’s bothering you besides her though. What is it?’

‘It’s nothing.’

‘Don’t tell me it’s nothing, this is me you’re talking to, Clarice.’ Bo pushed back a few strands of hair from her forehead clearly seeing she looked disturbed. ‘What’s wrong?’

Clarice stared at him, wondering how to express what she was feeling coherently enough for him not to think she was going crazy. Bo, when I was helping that woman with her wound I felt like it was somebody else doing it and my hands worked like clockwork doing something I never knew I could do. How can I tell you about something I don’t understand myself?

‘It’s really nothing Bo; I’m just worried about that woman, she’s a single mum and if she doesn’t pull through…’

‘She is going to pull through and I’m not going to let you beat yourself about it, okay? She’s going to be fine, you see.’ He pulled her back in his arms, wondering if she’d remembered something else during the encounter; Davidson and James had narrated how she’d so carefully tended to the victim until the paramedics came. A way a doctor would do was how they’d described it. Carly doesn’t understand how she was able to help that woman so well; she was confused. If you two get closer she might start getting memory flashes she doesn't understand and it will be your job to fill the blanks and give her answers; Roman had warned him. This wasn't a flash of memory though; it was uncovering a skill she didn’t know she had. So far she still didn’t remember her past life as a surgeon but her medical training was still within her. Sooner or later she was going to experience those flashes of memory and he had to be there for her and give her those answers before she got more confused.

‘Bo, Clarice.’ Lexie came out.

‘How is she… she going to be okay, right?’ Clarice asked anxiously.

‘Oh yes.’ Lexie beamed at her, squeezing her shoulder. ‘She’s very lucky you were there to help her the way you did; speaking as a doctor I’m really impressed. Maybe you should consider a career change like I did.’

Clarice chuckled, not noticing Bo’s frown. ‘Can I see her?’

‘In a few minutes; she’ll be moved to Recovery in a few minutes. Have you contacted her family?’

As she spoke, a plump woman dressed in a faded blue sweater came out of the elevator and hurried to them, her face agitated and anxious. ‘Excuse me; I got a call from the police about my niece Linda Hagen. Is she alright?’

‘She just came out of surgery ma’am; she’s going to be fine.’ Lexie swiftly assured her.

‘Oh thank God! I would’ve been here a lot sooner but I had to find somebody to mind the kids. Where is she, can I see her now?’

‘Her room’s this way; follow me.’

Bo stopped Carly from going with them. ‘Let her see her alone for today, princess. You can come back tomorrow to check up on her, okay?’

‘I guess you’re right.’ Clarice glanced at her watch. ‘Well, let’s head back to the station. I have to write out the report before I go home.’

‘Wait a bit; I need to talk to Lexie about something.’  Walking down the hall, he found the victim’s room and signaled Lexie to come out.

‘What is it?’ she asked, closing the door behind her.

‘You need to be more careful about what you say to Carly; none of us can afford to make mistakes.’ Bo snapped.

‘Why, what happened?’ Lexie asked in surprise. ‘I only said…’

‘She suspects something or I think she suspects something.’ Bo related to Lexie about Carly’s obvious confusion over her sudden medical expertise. Lexie listened, looking thoughtful.

 ‘Is it normal for an amnesiac to still have trained skills from a past life?’ he asked.

‘A person with Carly’s type of amnesia; it’s not common but not unheard of either. It takes years before they display skills they had prior to the amnesia; usually that happens when a certain situation they find themselves in forces them to act on instinct and then it comes. Carly’s been in law enforcement for years; leading a far different type of life from the one she led when she was here; she suddenly found herself with an emergency in her hands so her past skills  suddenly came to her at that moment.’

‘But she’s got to have helped victims who’d been attacked before now.’ Bo pointed out.

‘Obviously not like the one she rendered today since you said she’s confused about what she found herself  able to do. For a few minutes she was Dr. Manning, maybe living in Salem again for the past few months helped.’

‘Then I’m sure glad I was able to keep her here!’ Bo sighed deeply. ‘She may start remembering some things next…I sure hope so.’

‘Bo…’ Lexie said hesitantly. ‘Are you involved with her again?’

Bo leveled her with a cool look. ‘If I am, so what? You’re going to dish out your objections?’

‘Are you?’

‘Yes, I am. We fell in love again and I’ve never been happier.’

‘But what about Hope?’

‘I think you’re getting a little bit of amnesia yourself, Dr. Carver; the divorce was final a few days ago and I don’t owe you any explanations.’

‘Bo, this isn’t far to Hope. She doesn’t know Clarice is your ex, she’s going to blame her for the divorce when she finds out about you two!’ Lexie insisted.

‘Eventually she’s going to find out I’m dating her but not about her past life here; not until Carly starts getting her memory back. And if you’re still my friend Lexie, you’ll keep your mouth shut. Got it?’

‘Hope’s my friend too. Keeping this from her doesn’t sit well with me.’

‘I’m more concerned about protecting Carly than Hope; Hope’s not my wife anymore and never will be again so clear your mind from that thought. Carly’s going to get her life back, without anything or anybody upsetting her; I’ll make sure of that. Not one word from you Lexie, I mean it.’

‘Then you be the one to tell her yourself.’ Lexie snapped, annoyed by his attitude and the way he was speaking to her.

‘I will, on my own time, my way.’ Bo emphasized, giving her a long, cool look before walking away.

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For appearances sake, Clarice didn’t wait for Bo when it was time to leave but he told her not to start dinner as he was going to bring home takeout from The Brady Pub. The strange episode she’d had still puzzled her and was more difficult to shake off than the man with the tattoo in her dream; where and how did she suddenly acquire the skills of a doctor; how was she able to know exactly what to do when treating Linda and so confidently too?

‘Maybe I am going crazy.’ She muttered as she lay on her bed, one arm over her eyes, waiting for Bo to come. He spent a lot of time at the loft with her, refusing to stay in the house Hope had let him have and she in turn was reluctant to move in with him. Not that living with Bo wouldn’t be heavenly but not in a house he once shared with his wife; that would be far too weird and uncomfortable for her. Turning to her side, she closed her eyes and dozed off…

She was on a carpeted floor, bleeding from the mouth; her eyes ringed with purplish bruises. ‘Please stop… please…’ she begged, cowering as a shadow moved over her.

‘Until you learn.’ An icy cold voice replied. ‘That nobody crosses me, especially you.’ It reached down and dragged her up by the hair before holding on to her neck with both hands. ‘I can snap you like a twig so easily; which is precisely what I’ll do if I have any more of your behavior.’

Her head snapped back from the impact of a stinging slap and then another and another…

‘Princess, wake up… wake up!’

She cried out, frantically pushing away the hands shaking her. ‘Stop, get away!’

‘Honey, it’s me; Bo. Just me, okay?’ Bo’s handsome face hovering over hers was filled with worry. ‘Calm down.’

Clarice gasped, one hand resting on her heaving chest.

‘A nightmare?’ Bo asked, touching her face. ‘You want to tell me about it?’

She sat up, reaching for Bo; reveling in the warmth of his strong arms.  Bo stroked her hair, waited for her to speak.

‘A man was hitting me; I couldn’t see his face.’ She whispered against his chest. ‘It was horrible and felt so real… ’

Lawrence… Bo thought grimly. Of all the things she had to dream about it just had to be one of her terrible moments with that beast.

‘Did he say anything?’ he asked gently.

‘Something about making me pay if I cross him again, or something.’ Clarice shook her head. ‘I don’t understand why I would have a dream like that.’

He couldn’t possibly tell her the truth, not yet anyway. Bo fervently wished Marlena was around, she would know what to do about this.

‘Don’t worry, I’m here, princess. Right here with you; it’s only a dream, okay?’

She nodded, her terror subsiding. ‘Right. Just a dream.’ She raised her head. ‘Thank you.’

‘Hey, you don’t need to thank me. I love you, you know that; I’m here for you- always.’ Bo kissed her; thoroughly exploring her mouth. ‘You’re hungry?’ he asked as he pulled away.

Clarice shook her head. ‘Not right now. Just lie here with me if you don’t mind.’

‘Sure, whatever you want.’ Kissing her again, Bo settled in bed spooned against her; wrapping his arms below her breasts.

‘I love you Bo.’ She said softly, rubbing the arm encircling her. ‘Very much.’

Bo smiled tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. ‘I love you too.’

VALENTINE'S DAY: LOOKING AT IT MORE DEEPLY

February 14th... a very special day. Love is in the air and presents are exchanged. Valentine gifts come in many forms but  the usual stuff given and received are...

A LOVELY BOUQUET OF FLOWERS

A CUDDLY TEDDY BEAR

AN EXPENSIVE BOTTLE OF PERFUME

A PRETTY GREETING CARD

A ROMANTIC CANDLELIT DINNER FOR TWO 

A yummy Box of CHOCOLATES

While Valentine's day is neither an official public holiday nor a religious holiday, it's pretty much a huge made a big deal of in most countries and commercialized to the full! If you step into most supermarkets here in Nigeria right now, you would find greeting cards, fake but scented roses, chocolate bonbons and teddy bears on the stands and people buying them for their 'valentines'.Who doesn't like receiving a very thoughtful gift or gesture, after all. But is that what Valentines' Day is all about, just exchange of gifts and feeling extra romantic? NO.

If one traces Valentine's day to its origins, it would be clearly that it's far more than that. Love comes in many forms; a gesture, loving words, a direct expression. And it's not  limited to couples exchanging gifts. Children can express love and appreciation to their parents and vice versa. Friends can show how their friendship is important, which would further deepen it. 

 In my opinion, its more like a day of expressing and showing universal love. Giving a present is a lovely addition but should not just be about giving presents or spending money. How about doing something nice for a loved one, or a kind deed  and that gesture of kindness may be passed on to someone else that day. 

We  must remember how precious life is and how the people in our lives are very important. In some cases, a present can be given merely to keep up tradition. What really comes from the heart and given because the giver wants to and not expected to is the real gift that anyone can receive. And the real message of Valentine is giving Love, Friendship and Hope.  

So... Happy Valentine's day everybody.

Click on link- THE STORY OF VALENTINE'S DAY

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 14

The men and women of the Salem Police Department gave a thunderous round of applause as Agent Clarice Parker shook hands with Abe after receiving the distinguished medal for bravery and outstanding service for her major role in solving the kidnapping case. Clarice smiled at the cheering detectives and police officers before turning to shake hands with Bo. His warm brown eyes conveyed the reminder that they were going to have their own private celebration as planned, much later. Hoping no one noticed the blush she could feel on her cheeks, Clarice posed for the camera; the two men on either side of her. From her seat, Hope watched Bo silently, thinking how very handsome he looked in his dress uniform and once again rehearsed what she wanted to say to him as soon as she got him alone. They had bonded somewhat after the sudden death of Mickey and she’d reflected on her uncle and aunt’s long  and happy marriage and how they’d lived for each other which made her realise she wanted another shot at her own marriage after all. Bo of course wanted the same; Justin never confessed  who slugged him but she knew Bo did it out of raging jealousy. Bo was the love of her life and she needed him to know that before the divorce was final. Motivated by that thought, she moved forward to shake hands with Clarice as she stepped off the podium, the plaque she’d also received under her arm. ‘Congratulations .’ she smiled.

‘Thank you.’ Clarice fingered the medal round her neck. ‘Though as far as I know, all I did was do what anyone else would’ve done.’

‘You did a whole lot for us so better get used to being  a hero for  long while.’ Bo brushed back a strand of hair from Clarice’s cheek, causing Hope’s smile to fade a bit.

‘Uh Bo, can I talk to you alone?’ she said abruptly.

‘What about?’ Bo asked as Roman pulled Clarice away to hug her.

‘It’s private and very important, please. Let’s find somewhere quiet  to talk.’

For now Clarice was surrounded by  several well-wishers so Bo nodded , following Hope out of the hall and walked with her until they got to his office. ‘So what’s this about?’ he asked as she closed the door behind them.

Hope faced him, her expression earnest. ‘I... actually I want to talk about us.’

Bo folded his arms, frowning. ‘What’s there to talk about? We’re in the middle of divorce proceedings.’

‘Yes I know and about that... we’ve been getting along better since we lost Mickey- I felt we’ve been growing closer since what happened with Dean.’ When Bo didn't reply she continued, ‘I realise I’ve been unfair with the way I’ve been pushing you away and I thought about what you said about me always running away when things get rough. Uncle Mickey never allowed anything to stand between him and Maggie, they always managed to work things out and they had a wonderful life. Maggie always said that Uncle Mickey was the only man she wanted to grow old and that kind of love is ever lasting. I now realise who I have, Bo; the only man I ever want to grow old with... you. Maybe we had problems before I was gone and after we got back together but my love for you was always there; always.’

Even after you slept with Patrick? Bo wanted to ask but he wasn't that mean spirited.  ‘Hope, what are you trying to say to me?’ he asked quietly.

Hope smiled. ‘I want us to try again, go back to the way we were. I love you Bo.’ Moving closer she slipped her arms round his neck. ‘It’s always been you... you didn't have to hit Justin.’

‘What?’ Bo asked in astonishment, pulling her arms off him.

‘He didn't have to tell me it was you, I know you very well, remember? Justin’s family, he’s always been family and that will never change. I want us to call the whole divorce off and move back in with you. Let’s both go to the judge tomorrow and tell him we’re willing to give our marriage a try.’

‘Hold up.’ Bo moved away from Hope, unable to believe what he was hearing. ‘You want to do what now?’

‘Bo, weren't you listening... I said I want us to call the proceeding off, start afresh. Two people who love each like we do shouldn’t throw away precious memories... or a marriage.’

‘But you were willing to call it off, weren't you?’ Bo said curtly. ‘I made a speech sort of like this one the night you moved out with our daughter and what did you say to me?’

‘Okay, if you insist on throwing that in my face I was wrong and unfair! I want us to move forward, I need you Bo, more than ever. I’ve missed you.’ she whispered. ‘I’m sorry it took Uncle Mickey’s death to realise how important you are to me but it’s true. So... should we stop by the judge’s chambers tomorrow?’

‘We’re not going tomorrow or day after next, not ever.’ Bo informed her, his face hard and determined.

‘But Bo, I thought...’

‘Well you thought wrong, Hope. I asked you not to leave, not to throw what we had away but you said we were done.’

 ‘I was wrong!’

‘You decided you didn't want to be with me any longer so I decided that you were right about us calling it a day. You may’ve changed your mind but I haven’t; I’m going ahead with the divorce.’

Hope stared at him, stunned. ‘I thought you would be happy, that this is what you wanted.’

‘I never wanted you to leave me in the first place but you did.’

‘Are you still bent on punishing me by bringing that up?’

‘All you seem to care about is what you went through during our separation; not one thought about how I felt when you walked out that door with Ciara; how I had to put up with everybody’s lectures and your rejection. Can you imagine how I felt all that time, Hope? Hurt, betrayed and filled with pain!’ Bo shouted. ‘This isn't about punishing you; I’m just stating clear facts. For a long time I nursed a lot of hurt and then I came to the conclusion that it actually made sense that we went our separate ways finally. You bailed when Zack died, when Kayla got shot and I waited for you to come to your senses. And then Ciara was kidnapped and you accused me of gambling with her life- something I never thought I would ever hear from the woman I loved. You said you were done; guess what...I’m done too. I’m not going to do this anymore, it’s over between us.’

Hope still couldn't believe it. ‘Bo, you have every right to be angry with me but please listen, I want us to be a family again.’

‘Well, things are different now. For Ciara’s and Shawn D’s sakes we can be friends but if you want more, I’m afraid I can’t give you that.’ As he spoke, Bo knew that he meant every word. This sudden change of heart from Hope was the last thing he expected but she was far too late. He loved Carly with all his heart and soul; she was his future and nothing or nobody was going to stand in their way. And this evening he was planning on giving her a very romantic night.

‘How are things different, Brady?’ Hope demanded. ‘Is there another woman?’

Bo didn't hesitant for a second. ‘Has Justin been trashing me to you again?’

‘That's not the answer to my question; is there somebody else because I can’t think of any other reason why you won’t give us another chance! Is there somebody else?’

Bo glared at her. ‘I don't have to answer your questions because we have nothing to say to each other.’ He pushed her hand off his arm. ‘Excuse me.’

‘Brady, don't walk out on me, we’re not finished!’ Hope prevented him from opening the door. ‘You can’t leave like this.’

Sighing exasperatedly, Bo turned to face her squarely. ‘There’s nothing left to say.’

‘You’re willing to let us go... just like that? What do you mean things are different?’

‘Hope, I don't want to do this with you. We’re only going to end up screaming at each other and end up getting nowhere. Just accept the fact that we’re never getting back together and the healthiest thing we can do is move on with our lives and do our best to get along.’ He reached for the door knob but Hope placed a firm hand against the door. ‘You aren’t going anywhere until you explain what you mean when you said things were different now.’ Hope’s face was cold.

‘Hope...’

‘Right now, Brady. I can keep us here all day if I have to.’

‘Alright, if you don't want me to spare your feelings and get tough with you.’ Bo faced her, determined to make himself clear and get out of the room so he could steal a few minutes alone with Carly before they meet at The Warehouse later for their romantic night. ‘For a long time I wanted you back with me and start over... forget about what happened. But feelings change and mine have. I love you but not the way I once did.’

‘That's not true...’ Hope stuttered, her voice shaking.

‘Face it Hope, we’ve outgrown each other!’ Bo snapped. ‘I’m done being the one chasing after you trying to fix our marriage and wait for you to decide whether you want us to stay together or not. This time; I’m jumping ship before I sink any further.’

‘Bo, come on... you can’t mean this!’ Hope pleaded.

‘Listen to me, Hope and listen good because I’m not planning on having this conversation again; it’s over! The divorce proceedings gone through far for us to do anything about it anyway and I need some stability in my life for once!’ Bo didn't want to be cruel but she’d asked for it.

‘But I’m willing to fix it this time and it’s because I love you.’ Hope pressed on, willing for his face to soften and take her in his arms. ‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you Bo. Can’t you forgive me?’

‘There’s nothing to forgive Hope. It’s just too late for us.’ Bo stared her down, unmoved. ‘I’m sorry but there it is. Excuse me.’

Hope waited for him to close the door behind her before giving way to tears. Bo heard the sound of her crying but kept on walking, firmly turning away from the past. Falling back in love with Carly had surprised him but he had no regrets. If Lawrence and Vivian hadn’t taken her away from him, she would’ve been his wife, Hope’s sudden return regardless. Carly wouldn't have bailed from any rough patch not would’ve given Patrick the time of day. He knew where his heart lay and he was more than happy now. He was sorry Hope was upset but he wasn't going to allow her to make him feel guilty.

Carly was standing at her desk in her office, going through a file. ‘Hey... hey... you know very well you aren’t supposed to do any work today.’ He admonished, slipping his arms round her.

She smiled, holding on to the lapels of his jacket. ‘I’m not working, just going over a few things.’

‘Well that’s good, because I won’t have you get too tired for what I got planned for us tonight.’

‘Which I still don't know exactly! Come on, the suspense is killing me!’ Carly pleaded. ‘Please... not even one little hint?’

‘No... no... you’re going to have to wait till the exact time.’ Bo stroked her hair, smiling down at the green eyes twinkling at him before kissing her deeply, feeling her arms slip round his neck. As promised they’ve been discreet, only Roman knew they were a couple and he’d loyally kept their secret. Keeping his hands off her turned out more difficult than he thought possible, reminding him of how they started years ago. Not that they’d planned to wait that long after his illness but they’d battled Victor and the various obstacles he’d thrown their way. Not this time though.

Clarice broke the kiss, rubbing his lower lip with her thumb. ‘We’ll have to lock the door and draw the blinds if we keep this up, you know.’ She murmured. Being with him and everything about him felt so surprisingly familiar to her but instead of putting it down as mere déjà vu, she figured it was because he was the soul mate she’s been searching for all her lonely life. He made her so very happy that she wanted to shout it from the rooftops and she couldn't wait to make love to him at last and spend the rest of her life with him; after she had a word with her superiors when the time came.

‘I’m game if you are.’ he whispered back, pressing his forehead against hers. Knowing full well he was teasing, she grinned, shaking her head.  ‘Yeah right... our first time on my desk.’

‘What... you think I can’t do it?’ he growled, pushing her backwards to plant her on the desk, moving her skirt up her thighs as he planted another heated kiss on her mouth.

Roman watched them from the door left ajar, shaking his head ruefully. ‘Get a room, you two.’ He murmured, shaking his head as he walked down the hall. ‘Oh no...’ he halted as Hope walked towards him. ‘Roman, where’s Bo?’ she asked, looking resolute again.

‘Uh, he stepped out a few minutes ago. Why?’ Roman fervently hoped Bo won’t spread Carly on the desk and things immediately becoming very ugly once the happy pair became vocal.

‘I need to talk to him about something very important, before it’s too late; if you know where he is, please tell me.’

‘Whoa Hope, what’s going on? What’s the urgent thing you want to talk about with Bo... if I’m allowed to ask that is?’

‘No Rom, you aren’t.’ Was the rude reply. ‘So you don't know where Bo is?’

His little brother was probably in the middle of Round One by now. Roman managed to compose himself, firmly refusing to picture Bo and Carly entwined. ‘No Hope, I don't.’ He replied, his voice curt. It suddenly occurred to him that Hope was changing her mind at the last minute and he was willing to stand by his brother if she was going to cause trouble. From the way Bo looked so happy and peaceful these days it meant he was finally having getting stability in his life and he’ll be damned before Hope upset him all over again with her shenanigans. He still had regard for Hope but Bo’s happiness was more important.

‘Fine, I’ll call him later.’ Sullenly, Hope walked away. She still didn't believe what Bo had said about not loving her anymore, she needed to discuss it with him again.

 Roman made a mental note to advise Bo about locking the door the next time he decided to indulge in ‘office sex’; Hope walking in on them was one thing, half of Salem police department doing so was another.

Meanwhile contrary to Roman’s belief, Bo and Carly hadn’t gone that far, though very close to; both so consumed with desire that they had to disentangle themselves with great effort.

‘Tonight...’ Bo promised huskily, kissing her repeatedly. ‘Just you wait.’

‘I intend to.’ She replied softly.

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It was drizzling when Bo arrived at Carly’s loft that night; his arms laden with a bouquet of long stemmed roses and a picnic hamper. To her surprise, he told her to slip into something a bit more formal and not come out until he told her to. Filled with eager anticipation, Clarice found a simple green silk dress, short at the knees, slipping it on. She then applied a little makeup, some perfume and brushed her hair before sitting on her bed to wait. Finally Bo came upstairs. ‘You can come out now.’

 ‘Are you going to end the suspense now?’ she asked with mock exasperation.

‘You’ve been more than patient so come reap the results.’ Taking her arm, he led her down the iron wrought staircase to her living room and she gasped in delight at the sight. The room was lit by several scented candles, a candlelit table with their dinner laid, along with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and the roses placed at the centre of the table. ‘Oh my God... I don't know what to say.’ She said softly, a hand against her chest. It was absolutely perfect... a beautiful, romantic setting.

‘Then don’t try to.’ Bo slipped his arm around her shoulders, pleased to see she loved what he’d done. A close re-enactment of their date at The Wings ballroom that got ruined by Victor; but one of their priceless memories. He had more in store for her. ‘Can I sit you, my lady?’ he moved to the table and pulled out a chair for her.

‘Why thank you, good sir.’ She replied, happily playing along. When she sat down, Bo leaned over and kissed her yet again; his lips passionate and demanding against hers and she eagerly kissed him right back. ‘I love you so much.’ she whispered.

‘I love you too, princess.’

Carly pulled back a bit, staring at him. ‘What did you just call me?’ she asked.

‘You don't like it?’ Bo watched her carefully. ‘I thought it suited you... because you’re so beautiful.’ It was actually one of the reasons why the pet name had stuck; he’d first called her that on her birthday because the old classic tale ‘The Princess and the Pea’ had come to his mind when she complained of the lumpy mattress she had to sleep on and it had turned out it was all because of a pebble underneath it.

Clarice hesitated, thinking about the crystal figurine of a woman resting on her nightstand; wearing a tiara and a ball gown...

‘Was that why you gave me that figurine for Christmas, because it reminded you of me?’

Bo touched her face, nodding. ‘I didn't know what I felt for you then, but yeah... it did. You don't mind if I call you that?’

No one’s ever called her that yet why did it sound vaguely familiar? Clarice agonised. She couldn't understand it at all. But she wasn't going to let another nagging sense of déjà vu ruin their evening. So instead she smiled. ‘No, it’s flattering and very sweet.’

Bo saw the way her face looked at the name; another cloudy memory that will surely come back to her more clearly as they progressed; in time she would be Carly again and she’ll be able to tell him exactly what Lawrence did to her. Right now he was very glad to call her by her old pet name again. Stroking her hair and kissing her forehead, he took his place opposite her and took the chilled champagne from the ice bucket.

When dinner was over they moved to the blanket Bo had spread near the fire place. It was now raining heavily outside; the raindrops pattering against the windows.

‘Wow... it’s really pouring now, I’m so glad you got here before it really came down hard.’ She said, resting against Bo. ‘Thank you for doing this; everything’s so perfect... the food, the wine, the candles... you.’

He smiled his face against her hair. ‘You’re more than worth it, princess. You should know by now I would do anything for you.’

Clarice smiled, her eyes closed. In the present romantic setting she felt like they were the only people in the world, their very own special world. ‘This is probably what heaven feels like. Being in the perfect spot with someone you love so much and just be in the moment.’

Bo tensed, waiting for her to say more; half hoping she would say- the place where all that is not music is silence. But instead, she rested her head against his chest, fingering the silver chain he always wore. ‘I haven’t felt this sense of peace before. It was always work and one mission to another; being alone.’

‘Why would anyone as beautiful as you want to be alone?’ Bo asked, rubbing her bare back.

She shrugged. ‘I kept men at arm’s length most of the time. There were good ones but... I was never exactly in tune with them, emotionally or physically and also because of my line of work, I didn’t have the luxury of trusting easily. I never let anyone close until you.’ She looked up at him. ‘You’re my soul mate, Bo. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.’

 Touched by her words he stroked her face with his fingers, loving her so much. ‘For the rest of the time I’ve got here on earth Clarice, I’m yours and nothing or nobody will ever come between us, I promise you.’

‘Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?’

‘What’s this, you don't trust me?’

‘It’s not that... I do. But Hope, you’ve been together for so long; you have children and a history.’

‘People with longer marriages than ours have been known to fall apart like we did. If you’re blaming yourself for what happened between me and Hope, that’s crazy. You’re not the other woman, you comforted me when I needed a friend and we fell in love. We’ve got nothing to be guilty or ashamed about. When the divorce is final, everybody will know we’re together and simply learn to accept it.’

‘Including Ciara? It’s one thing to accept me as a friend but as her father’s girlfriend?’

‘Princess, stop worrying so much, please.’ He chided. ‘Ciara understands the situation, how she feels about you won’t change when we tell her. She’ll be glad to have you more in her life, you’re her hero.’

Clarice smiled. ‘I love her too; I really hope we’ll be able to forge a wonderful relationship.’

‘You will, don't you fret anymore. In the meantime, how about we enjoy the rest of our evening?’ Pushing her gently on the blanket, they kissed and cuddled for several minutes; Clarice moved under him, moaning as he touched her breasts and planted kisses down her neck, feeling his hardness against her thigh. ‘Let’s... go upstairs.’ She whispered breathlessly.

‘Come on...’  He got up, pulling her to her feet. Blowing out the candles first, they went up to her room; hand in hand.  Bo pulled her against him and resumed kissing her deeply, pulling her hard against him. After holding back for so long he wanted to tear her clothes off and make love to her with wild abandon. But common sense prevailed the burning hunger within him; Lawrence probably raped her several times before her amnesia and the last thing Bo wanted was to invoke horrible memories of that beast by being hasty and rough making love to her. Keeping his mouth on hers, Bo reached for the zipper of her dress, drawing it down slowly and then peeling the garment off, breaking the kiss to look at her. Clarice’s cheeks went pink as his eyes and hands swept over her body but she held on to him, her arms round his waist.

‘You’re so beautiful…’ he murmured, drinking in the sight of the familiar body; his heart clenching at the small scars that weren't there years ago; either from Lawrence or her ‘assignments’. He touched one and Clarice pushed his hand away. ‘It’s ugly...’ she murmured self consciously.

‘Scars of battle... and bravery.’ He contradicted gently. ‘Which makes them beautiful, everything about you is beautiful.’ Brushing back her hair, he resumed kissing her, moving over her cheeks and neck. Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it down his shoulders and Bo shrugged it off, his breathing quick and unsteady. Clarice touched him in wonder. ‘You’re… so incredible…’ she said softly, her fingers exploring his chest. ‘More than I imagined. For a long time I’ve fantasized touching you like this.’ 

‘Me too.’ He whispered, touching her neck, moving up to her face. ‘All those times you were in my office… all I could think about was flinging you on the desk, making love to you. I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long.’ 
‘Make love to me, Bo. Make me yours...now.’ she whispered, clinging to him. Holding her round the waist, Bo walked her backwards to the bed and sat her down; stroking her hair as she kissed his stomach, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Lowering her on the bed he moved over her as she shifted to the center, their mouths fusing hungrily and aggressively, hands feverishly caressing each other. Clarice ran her fingers through Bo’s hair, shivering as he planted kisses along the side of her neck; loving the erotic, spiky feel of his beard grazing her skin. Bo moved his lips to the top of her breasts, unfastening her bra and kissed the soft undersides, savoring the sound of her breathy gasps as he devoured her breasts. Clarice moved restlessly under him; delicious sensations running through her body; the feelings he invoked in her more sensual and scorching than her wildest dreams about him and she sank further and further in the vortex of passion. Bo moved down to kiss her stomach, peeling off her panties. Clarice reached for him but he took her hands, placing them back on her sides. Tracing her navel with his tongue, he moved down, nudging her legs apart. While the storm raged outside, white-hot passion raged in the bedroom. Clarice twined her arms and legs around her lover as he moved inside her, going deeper as he drove them both into the scorching hot inferno, crying out his name. Hands feverishly caressed, mouths met and clung desperately. Bo whispered words of love against her lips, burying his face against her soft neck as he went on pleasuring her; two bodies, two souls entwined in heated, boundless passion...

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It was drizzling again when Bo opened his eyes; spooned against Clarice. She lay in his arms, her face half hidden by her tousled hair.

‘Good morning,’ he whispered against her cheek.

She smiled sleepily, turning in his arms. ‘Good morning. Last night wasn't a dream?’

‘Mmm… I don’t think so.’ Draping his thigh over hers, he kissed her repeatedly. Clarice clung to him, welcoming his kisses, moving down to plant kisses on his chest. ‘Last night was so beautiful…and romantic.’

‘I aim to please,’ he took her hand, kissing her fingers one by one. ‘Mostly because you inspire me.’

She giggled, kissing him again. ‘It’s still raining outside. You’re not in a hurry to leave, are you?’

‘It happens to me my day off…and yours too.’ He smirked suggestively. She grinned back. ‘So what do you suggest we do, boss?’

‘I can think of loads of things and it doesn’t involve getting out of this bed any time soon.’ She shrieked as he grabbed her, pinning her under him again.

‘You’re insatiable, Commissioner.’

‘You’re unbearably sexy, Agent Parker, that’s why.’ He growled, losing himself in her all over again. Ten minutes later, they lay exhausted and spent against each other. ‘I’m going to summon some strength now by taking a shower and then check what I have in the fridge.’ She climbed out of the bed. ‘Coming?’

‘Miss the chance of taking a shower with you? Lead the way.’

She smiled at him tenderly, pulling his head down for another heated kiss. But as he turned to go into the bathroom, her smile faded as she stared at the tattoo on Bo’s back; of a dagger. Her mind went back to the recurring dream of the faceless man with a tattoo on the exact spot…