With no apologies whatsoever, a frivolous idea which sprang into my head while rewatching 1.5. I'm sure if you're kind and leave me a nice review, there will be more …
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I Dream of Genie
Chapter 1
"Once the Genie's out of the bottle we cannot put it back in."
"He'd never fit!"
Alex smirked, putting her novel down and leaning back against her pillow, picturing Gene with his arms crossed and his feet up on the desk, that arrogant smile playing round his lips. She was never sure whether it was his reassuring bulk or the sheer force of his personality that seemed to fill a room, but somehow it was difficult to focus on any other man while he was around. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she let her mind roam over those broad shoulders and endless legs, his arresting blue eyes with their insanely long lashes and that attractive pout that just begged to be …
Her eyes flew open again as she realised just who she was fantasising about, and she grinned ruefully to herself. She had to admit there were times when she'd happily let him whack her on the head, drag her back to his cave by her hair and have his wicked way with her, thereby setting the cause of feminism back several thousand years. Chuckling to herself, she imagined the Guv in only a loincloth and wondered how big his club was. Her stomach flipped and the familiar ache started up between her thighs as she imagined writhing beneath a determined Gene with only one thing on his mind. Clearly the sap must be rising.
Cut it out, Alex, and get some sleep. And possibly some therapy, she thought, flicking the light off.
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It was baking hot, and the sweat was pouring off her. She screwed her eyes up against the overwhelming brightness of the desert sun and licked her dry lips, realising if she didn't find something to drink soon she would probably expire. And then suddenly there it was right in front of her, sticking out of a nearby sand dune. Praying it contained water, she uncorked the stopper and then dropped the bottle in shock as a plume of smoke issued from the neck and a familiar Northern voice spoke from somewhere close by.
"About bloody time, too."
Blinking to clear her blurred vision, she found herself gazing open mouthed at someone who looked remarkably like the Guv sitting cross-legged on a carpet which was somehow floating in mid-air. He was wearing a dark suit, a pale shirt and a loosely knotted tie teamed with the inevitable crocodile boots. And a turban. He didn't exactly look comfortable and his face was set in a grumpy pout.
"Well come on then, get on with it. I 'aven't got all day yer know."
"Gene?"
She rubbed both eyes and opened them again tentatively, but he was still there. He scrabbled around in his pocket and produced a hip flask, taking a long swig before replacing the cap and throwing it down to her.
"Yer look like yer could do with a drink, Bols. What's the matter, cat got yer tongue? That'll make a pleasant change."
He smirked, pleased with his little joke.
"Gene, what on earth are you doing here? Come to that, what on earth am I doing here?"
He sighed, crossing his arms.
"'Spose I'll 'ave ter go through the whole bloody rigmarole then, will I? OK, here goes."
His voice took on a strange sing-song tone.
"I am the Genie of the bottle …"
He paused for a second and then spoke matter-of-factly.
"Actually, yer couldn't make it a lamp, could yer?"
Alex shrugged, even more confused.
"What on earth difference would that make?"
"It sounds better, and you'd 'ave ter give me a rub then."
He grinned lasciviously and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just get on with it. Obviously this is a dream and the sooner we get it over with the sooner I can wake up. I presume this is the whole 'three wishes' scenario?"
He pouted at her.
"Steal me thunder, why don't yer? Typical woman. And if yer goin' ter be a while, which knowin' you is hardly in doubt, chuck me hip flask back, will yer?"
She did as he asked and then paused, chewing her lip.
"Alex? Get back in the car, darling."
Her mother's voice echoed in her head. She saw again her father's pale frozen face, heard the explosion and felt the heat from the flames as Gene took her small hand in his and held her close. She thought hard.
"Stop my mother ever being tempted into an affair with Evan."
That way, she could prevent it happening.
"Done. Second wish?"
In her mind's eye she saw her daughter catching a kiss, blowing out her candles on her own and sitting by her mother's bedside waiting patiently day after day, wishing and hoping. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Somehow, somewhere, I want to be with my daughter again. And soon."
"No problem. Yer on a roll, Bols. I can already taste freedom."
She watched the Gene genie, a look of eager anticipation on his handsome face, and tried to clear her mind. His eyes looked even bluer than she remembered and she felt as though he could see right into her soul. Concentrate, Alex.
"It's no good, it's hotter than Hades under this bloody thing. And I'm losing the feelin' in me calves."
He removed his turban gratefully and lay down on his side with his long legs stretched out, his chin resting on his hand. His dirty blond hair was tousled and the trademark pout was firmly back in place as he waved his free arm expansively.
"Take yer time, no rush. I've only been waitin' fer this moment fer over a thousand years …"
Suddenly her mind was overwhelmed by visions of Gene Hunt. Sitting in his office with his legs crossed at the ankle and those elegant fingers curled round a glass of whiskey. Driving like a maniac while she clung on to anything she could for support and tried not to notice his hands in those gloves. Surveying his domain, every inch the sheriff with his feet planted firmly on the floor and his thumbs tucked into his waistband. Nose to nose arguing with her, his eyes flashing, his gaze dropping to her lips and back up while she felt the heat radiating from his body. Watching her from their table in the corner of Luigi's with that enigmatic stare that always went straight to her underwear. And she knew with complete certainty what her third wish would be.
"Oh God. I want you, Gene …"
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"Gene!"
She woke with his name on her lips and sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and staring, the red duvet tangled round her legs.
"It was just a stupid dream. I do not fancy the Guv. No way."
Her body was still in an advanced state of arousal, her heart pounding, and she groaned aloud.
"No Alex, you do not 'fancy' Gene Hunt." She waggled her fingers sarcastically at the use of the inappropriate word. "You are, after all, no longer a naïve thirteen-year-old. You crave him with every fibre of your being, you want to shag him until he begs for mercy, and if he walked through that door right now you'd rip the clothes off him and have him flat on his back before he had time to say 'Bolly Kecks'."
She hid her face in her hands. This could not be happening. Use your head, Alex, be logical. Leaping out of bed, she started to pace up and down. It must be hormones of course. And the fact that it'd been far too long since she'd had a hot date. Clearly this was just an itch that needed scratching and she was intrigued by the idea of a bit of Northern rough. She groaned again as she imagined Gene pinning her up against a wall, his mouth attacking hers as she fumbled with his belt, desperate to free him from the confines of his underwear. This really wasn't helping. Time for a cold shower and some avoidance techniques, at least until she'd worked out how to deal with this madness …
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Hope you enjoyed. I'd like to say a big thankyou to everyone who's been so kind with reviews and PM's during the last few horrible weeks, it's very much appreciated. Hopefully some new employment will appear over the horizon soon – I'd be quite happy at home writing but sadly it doesn't pay the bills!
