In Grove Road, there were very different rhythms to the house. Dan, Richard and Emlyn all worked mad crazy hours in the city all week. They left early, returned late but normally had weekends free. Fiona, Bill and David all worked shifts and on calls which meant that all six of them in the house was a rarity.

After the rugby party, Dan and Richard began to see Lyn and Nikki as often as they could. The house was always full of people on any given night or day. This meant that Fiona was never alone in the house with David to discuss what happened that night of the kiss.

Two weeks had passed. David walked in from on call, exhausted he went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Fiona was there making tea.

"Hey, you." he smiled. "Do we have any beer, man I have had the worst day..." he slumped onto the kitchen chair, pushing his forehead against the beer Fiona had just given him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she sat in the chair next to him.

He turned to face her. "What about the shift or about the other night..." he grinned.

Fiona blushed, she bit her lower lip and turned her gaze down. "Oh Boston, I......" she grinned, "You were very drunk and I was very turned on by a gorgeous Frenchman, I get that it was one of those things, with us living together I think we both know it is a bad idea."

"Ok, so that I am reading you right Ninj, you aren't ready for all of this?" he motioned to his whole body.

"Don't flatter yourself love!" she laughed, "Your moves were terrible! Throwing yourself between me and Oliver, then revving me up and puking, classic!"

"Haha! You know plenty of women would have kept going," he giggled, "but how was the kiss?"

"Out of ten?" she mused. She had until that moment tried to drive any thoughts of that kiss from her mind. It was very, very good and they both knew it.

"Yeah, my recollection was that you would get a seven." he flirted. He saw the blush creep onto her cheeks. David was glad his surgical scrub trousers were so baggy as his recollection of the kiss stirred him every time. Particularly when Fiona whimpered when his lips left hers. He wondered what other noises he could elicit from her.

"Six and a half, not bad for a first attempt, points deducted for being pissed and vomiting." Fiona stood up and placed her cup in the newly installed dishwasher. She needed to get some physical distance between David and her.

"There are women out there giving me ten, just for turning up!" he slammed the table to emphasise his point.

"There are asylums fill to bursting!" she retorted, "Anyway it's not going to happen again mate. It's not attractive to be last port in a storm you know." she cleared up the beers and placed them in the recycling bin. "It isn't a boost to one's self-esteem if 'there are no other available females so you will do as there isn't any choice' is it David?"

David laughed and excused himself from her presence. He inwardly chided himself on how his actions must have appeared to Fiona, he came across as desperate and clumsy. Next time he made a move he would make sure that he was neither drunk nor appearing desperate.

Within a matter of days, David got back in the womanising horse that had thrown him. As his next door neighbour, Fiona heard David bring several women back to his room over the course of the next four weeks. Fiona found herself lying awake and listening to him pleasure multitudes of women.

To her utter dismay, she found her longing for him increasing as the girls' squeals of pleasure filled the air night after night. After all, she had pushed him away, what the hell was wrong with her? The good side to her musing was that her thoughts of her ex-fiancé were getting less and less as though the distance and the absence of seeing him were aiding the process.

In the three months, or so since moving into the House Fiona had not been back to Scotland or had seen anyone from home. She had written and called everyone she wanted to keep in touch with, which she had narrowed down to her best friend Heather and her close family as everyone else was either friends with her and Paul as a couple. She could not bear their continual need to share how Paul and Gillian were doing and getting her reaction.

On the last weekend in September all Glaswegian's have wanderlust and Heather was bursting to come to London and spend some time with her best friend. Heather was gorgeous, single and total riot. Fiona could not wait for her to come to London.

Emlyn arranged for his company's car service to pick her up from Heathrow and as Fiona was on shift she asked Jilly to let Heather into the house.

Fiona left a note on the board instructing all the boys NOT to shag Heather. There would be consequences beyond their ken she warned.

On the night of Heather's arrival, Fiona ran in from her shift at 7 30 pm to be greeted by an empty house and a hastily scribbled note pinned to the note board for her to meet them all in the Hospital Bar. She changed quickly into her jeans and mandarin collared red silk top and threw on some adidas gazelles. She checked her reflection and hoped that Heather would think she had held up well with the move and being in London.

As she walked into the pub she could see Heather holding court with all of the Grove Road Lads, her blue eyes twinkling and her jet black long hair in loose curls. As she approached the table she overheard Heather in full swing regaling the group no doubt with a story from Fiona's past.

"..and then she shagged the guy up against Janet's door as an act of revenge, no really she did! Janet killed me over waking her up making a cup of tea but Fiona... nope not a word!" The table burst into peals of laughter

"I can't believe iron knickers would do that." laughed Bill shaking his head. This was not the Fiona he knew at all.

"Bill, she was a hoot and a half before that arsehole Paul squeezed all of the fun out of her, he was a total bastard, poor Fiona..."

Heather moved in her chair and Fiona could see David listening intently to Heather's stories, she felt a pang of jealousy she hadn't expected. Heather looked at David up and down carefully taking him in.

"I am surprised she hasn't broken you in half, you are so her type." Heather was going to find out if this one would treat Fiona well. She was doubling her efforts on gatekeeping idiots away from her best friend.

"Heather!" shouted Fiona across the room, not sure she wanted to hear David's response.

"Babe!!! My God you look bloody great." Heather had clearly been drinking too much. "Hells bells Fi, when you said your housemates were all hot I thought you were exaggerating and you were trying to make me jealous. You never said how gorgeous they all are AND you NEVER told me about blondie there!" she pointed to David, who winked saucily at Fiona, "They are a great laugh!"

"How many have you had?" Fiona asked looking at all of the empty glasses adorning the table.

"Two glasses of fizz in the car, two double gins and a glass of wine here, the car was amazing. Got to the house and Bill let me in, he nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw me. Totally gorge house by the by," she stopped to take a sip of wine and carried on, "then Dan showed me to your room and told me all about trying to shag you and could I put a good word in, I told him 'mate she is heartbroken no chance' he says that there is a pool of about £500 on who does you first, did you know?" Fiona made to respond but Heather did not give her space to speak, "Anyway your man Richard says get ready we are out on the lash and well here I am!" she grinned. "Now come here and hug me! I missed you." Heather covered Fiona in kisses which left red lipstick imprints all over her face. Heather rubbed them off with her thumb whilst hugging Fiona like a boa constrictor.

"I missed you too, I have so much to catch you up on, however, I am on catch up with the drinks, have you met Jon the Barman?" Fiona managed to escape from Heather's hug.

"Jon two large glasses of Pinotage please mate." she hugged Heather again, "I am so glad you are here."

"I bet you have!" laughed Heather, "Now before we all get cosy, what IS the script with this doctor?"

"Where does she start!" interrupted Bill, squeezing Heather's bottom, Heather spun on her heel and grabbed Bill by the balls.

"Now listen to me and listen, good son, I am talking to my best friend who I have not seen in two months. She has been to hell and back and I want to talk to her, not you. When I want you, I will let you know. So please bugger off until then and wait for me. When I want you I will whistle and you will come, understand?"

Bill nodded silently, Heather let go of his balls gently, smiled and turned to Fiona.

The two glasses of wine were promptly delivered by Jon who scooted off worried that Heather might garrot him.

Fiona brought Heather up to date on the toing and froings in Grove Road. Heather gave Fiona all the gossip from home, which mostly centred around everyone thinking Paul was a prick and horsey Gillian being hated on by everyone. After several more large glasses of wine, they broke their exclusive conversation.

"Is he still looking?" asked Heather, clearly referring to Bill.

"Yes he is, I think he has been catching flies since you sorted him out." Fiona grinned at Heather. She had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.

"That was not sorting him out, this is." A look of pure devilment crossed Heather's face.

Heather picked up her handbag, delved inside to her makeup bag and checked her reflection in her compact, shut it dramatically, smiled at Fiona and then let out an ear piercing whistle which made the whole bar stop. To Fiona's amazement, Bill appeared at Heather's side. Heather whispered into Bill's ear and he blushed, BILL BLUSHED and they left hand in hand.

All of the Grove Road housemates howled with laughter. David picked up his beer and sat next to Fiona at the bar.

"Man, that is the funniest thing I have ever seen! She is something else! Wow, Ninj did you really shag a guy against someone's door?" David could not believe that Fiona could be that wild. He secretly wanted to see that abandoned side of her.

"Yes guilty as charged Boston, in my defence he was very, very hot. In a not so clever but perhaps his brains were in his pants and Janet who shared a flat with us was really getting on my tits, two birds one stone and all that." Fiona noticed that she was beginning to get drunk.

"I think I would have liked to have known you then." he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes, but I would have respected you too much in the morning." she laughed and winked.

Lyn and Nikki joined Fiona and David at the bar and broke their intimate conversation before it strayed into difficult territory. David bought them all a drink as they gossiped about how Heather had taken Bill down like a sniper.

Emlyn had his tongue down the throat of a trainee dentist called Samantha. Fiona motioned to Emlyn that she was going to back to the house and that Samantha could join them.

Back at the house, Fiona set the mood with a trip hop mix tape she made for Heather and set out beer and wine in the living room.

The phone rang and everyone in the house looked to Fiona. She got up and answered.

"Hello Chelsea 3123." she chimed in as posh a voice as she could muster.

"Hello." said a squeaky posh female voice, "I am looking for David, he gave me his number."

"Who may I say is calling?" Fiona deadpanned checking for the list on the notice board, waving at David to come in from the kitchen.

"Lizzie," said the girl, "we met at Crazy Larry's on Thursday and he wanted ..." as Lizzie chatted on Fiona placed her hand over the receiver and mouthed Lizzie to David.

He pulled a horrified face and drew his finger across his throat.

"Lizzie, I am David's fiancée Julia and I am afraid that he was no doubt very drunk and was not in his right mind asking you to call. I would ask you to refrain from all contact with him as I am six months pregnant Good Night!"

"You are a star love!" David squeezed Fiona's shoulder handing her a glass of red wine.

"I know, I am thinking of auditioning for RADA at this rate, the lies I tell! I am going to the burny big fire!" Fiona took the glass of wine and followed David.

David and Fiona moved into the living room and sat together on the couch listening to the music when the loud moans and banging started above their heads.

They both looked skywards and gave each other a knowing look. They both sat drinking listening to the loud love making of Heather and Bill.

"Wow, they sound athletic!" said David.

"No man left unsatisfied!" laughed Fiona, looking at David, "When I was her flatmate, there were men I am sure went in that room and never came out, we nicknamed her room Narnia."

"Man, I am sorry...this is too much...is it bad that this is turning me on?" David knew the answer. He enjoyed teasing Fiona. The angry retorts just made him like her more.

"Boston, someone running a tap turns you on, I mean what turns you off?" she laughed.

"War, babies dying, you know the usual, the Red Sox losing, that is what I use when I want last longer....you know." David moved nearer Fiona.

"Yes I do, for me, it is Celtic winning." Fiona moved slightly away, having observed David with what felt like a million other women she knew he was moving in for the kill.

"Boston Celtics?" he moved closer "cos you and I are gonna fall out big style over that one."

He made out to tickle her, taking both of their glasses and placing them on the side table.

"No Glasgow Celtic you arsehole." she giggled backing up away from his touch. His hands were large but soft. She knew she wouldn't need much persuading tonight to take things further. She reminded herself of the notches on David's bedpost and how much she didn't want to be the next one.

He tickled her, she jumped up and tickled him, they both fell off the couch and rolled around the floor. David pinned her down and laid on top of her.

"Take it back!" He demanded. She felt great to lie on top of. She was just right in every way. He felt the heat rising from her crotch.

"Never!" Fiona replied trying to squirm out under his body. She wanted to get away fast. She could feel her resolve dissipating at a rate of knots. She could also feel David becoming aroused by being next to her.

He arched his eyebrow and made to tickle her again. She bucked her hips under him to move him off, to no avail.

"I like that." he smiled, made to kiss her and stopped himself recalling the last drunken move he made on her. He jumped to his feet and helped Fiona to do the same. He brushed himself off and then turned to Fiona.

"I am going to have an almighty wank in the shower if you want to join me?" He thought he would smoke her out. He could tell that she enjoyed being pinned under him. Her nipples were so erect he could grate cheese on them.

"Wanking, showering or both Boston?" she laughed placing her hands on her hips. Fiona desperately clung on to humour to escape her attraction.

"Take your pick Ninj" he laughed moving to the door.

"Thanks but no thanks to the most romantic offer I have ever received, its like Mr Darcy reincarnated speaking to you." There it was. She broke friable spell of wanting between them.

David stopped by the phone in the hall and punched in numbers.

"Jane, hi, yes, ok, ten minutes." he put the receiver down. He grabbed his coat and started to lace up his shoes.

Fiona looked at him half amused, half annoyed and brushed past him on the way to the kitchen.

"What!" he cried as she knocked him off his balance.

Fiona rolled her eyes heavenwards. She then shook her head and gave him a look of disappointment.

"Look, I have a PRN who is great for times like these and I kind of think I need it tonight or I won't sleep for thinking about doing you." David shot the remark out to see if he could smoke out any feelings she may have.

"PRN as in pro re nata the medical term for 'as and when required?"Fiona was desperate to change the subject as she distinctly heard him say he wanted to shag her and she was very close to giving in.

"Yup and she is needed, see you Ninj! Don't wait up," David made for the door and turned to face Fiona. "I will be with her, but I will be thinking of you."

He kissed Fiona roughly and ran out of the door down the street with Fiona looking on incredulously. Fiona sighed and made a cup of tea. She knew she had done the right thing. However, she really was very attracted to him and felt a little furlorn that at that very second she could be naked in a shower with David. No doubt having the time of her life.

The next morning Heather crept into Fiona's bed, with a wide grin on her face.

"Morning Babe," she said snuggling up to Fiona. "I have just had the best sex of my life, but don't tell him, I told him he was ordinary so he did me twice more this morning to make sure he had given me his best shot." She laughed, "He did!"

"You lucky slut." sighed Fiona, "I was some other woman's fluffer last night."

"Wow lucky you, what happened?" she cuddled up to Fiona.

"Well Boston and I were listening to you both shagging and well I think it got him in the mood."

"Yuck!" Heather snuggled further under the covers and gave a mock shudder.

"It was like listening to the outtakes from nine and a half weeks you know. Is he as good as his reputation? He has half of West London crying themselves to sleep over him." Fiona asked tentatively.

"Best I have ever had," Heather giggled, "that was on the first night, I mean that does not happen very often does it? Hugely athletic and quite inventive.."

"Enough," Fiona sighed, "I had no more than a tickle and a roll on the floor, we nearly kissed, oh man can that guy is lovely," she looked away trying to gather herself, "but I stopped it and he then went off to see some woman he keeps for this occasion and knobbed her instead. Oh but on the way out he told me he would be thinking of me the whole time and then he kissed me and ran out of the door."

"Wow, what did you do? Cold shower?" Heather's eyes widened. Fiona nodded, "Cool, well we have to get you laid, NOT, one of your flatmates though, messy" Heather mused.

"That is my point too, if he was some random guy I would break him in half." she laughed, "I am SO frustrated though." she sighed, "Nearly four months of no sex and surrounded by God's gifts to women it is sheer hell."

Mel and Brad looked down from the wall. They had both been used as fantasy sex that much that even their posters had faded.

"Well we need to find you some random guy then. God help him though, four months without it! I hope he is in Olympian style fitness. Your problem here as I see it mate is that they all see you as sister or wife material and they are scaring off any men that would be interested."

"Then the answer is a girls night out, I will round up the posse, I have made a few new friends and wait until you meet Jilly downstairs she is as mad as a box of frogs." said Fiona knowing that Heather was right. Perhaps a few target practice men would set her right.

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