They left the village and drove toward York. It didn't take long for

Jamie to find a good hotel using his phone's internet and book them a room. Sonya protested when he insisted that he pay for it but he argued that since they were here because of him then he'd pick up the tab. It was about six o'clock when the pair entered the Lobby of the hotel hand in hand.

“Jamie there's a bar over there look." Sonya said, pointing through a doorway where Jamie heard glasses chiming and people chattering.

“Will you wait for me in there? I have to go do something real quick."

Jamie didn't particularly want to wait around for her. What he wanted to do to her was tear off her pants, spread her legs and screw her brains out right on the Lobby desk. It had already taken him a great deal of willpower not to ask her to pull over and ream her in the back seat of her car. Still from the way she was looking at him it didn't seem like she'd be very long at all. With a nod he took her bag for her and she gave a little giddy hop before leaning in to plant a soft peck on his Lips. The teasing reminder of how she tasted didn't help matters but he watched that firm bottom of hers through the seat of her pants as she practically skipped out through the main doors.

After getting their room key and the receipt Jamie picked up her heavy carry-all and lumbered through the door into the bar. It was very quiet for that time of day and he guessed that it was one of those places that made more money on afternoon Lunches than night time drinkers.

In the short distance between walking from the Lobby to sitting down in a seat at the bar the strap on Sonya's carry-all had almost dislocated his shoulder. He set it down with a sigh of relief and plopped his own backpack down next to it.

“What the bloody hell has she got in there? Bricks!?" He mumbled to himself before opening her carry-all to sate his curiosity. Reaching inside he pulled out, well there was no other way to describe it, a brick. Turning it over in disbelief he saw that it had an engraving on its side.

“That's the mark of a roman Legion." Said a familiar husky voice only inches away from his ear.

"Shit!" Jamie shouted, barely managing to hold onto the brick as he jumped off his seat and landed back on it with a bump. A few of the other patrons turned to look at him, he gave a sheepish smile and then waved to indicate he was alright.

Allison was sat curiously looking at the brick, she'd come out of nowhere and was now peeking over his shoulder at it. He immediately noticed that delirious scent she usually extruded and couldn't help but feel more comfortable in her presence.

“I was wondering when you'd turn up again." Jamie said.

"So was I actually. I decided that you were worth a visit sooner rather than later." Jamie felt her hand on his shoulder, it squeezed the muscle affectionately.

“I'm surprised these guys aren't wolf whistling at you by now." He said nodding to the sparse number of people that populated the bar, most of them men.

“They can't really see me. They know you're talking to someone but they won't really notice I'm here unless I want them to...and I don't really want them to. So anyway how are you doing kiddo?" Allison asked, slipping into a seat next to him.

“Great thanks!" Jamie said, actually grinning. "I can't thank you enough for Sonya. She's pretty amazing isn't she?”

“Yep, now aren't you glad I sent you to her room?" She said in her best

“I told you so' voice.

“Yeah I guess I am." He replied honestly.

“You wouldn't have preferred it if I was there?" She asked, a teasing smirk on her full red Lips.