Written for the OMG Challenge. Thanks to my lovely fellow members of the PSoS and to everybody else who's been so kind reviewing my first few efforts. Hope you enjoy this one also.
Hidden Extras
Chapter 1
It was a typical day in Fenchurch East. Tough case, few leads, and Gene referring to Alex's criminal profiling as "Psycho-Bollocks", resulting in yet another major argument kicking off. It was almost "Beer O'Clock" and the team had wisely headed off for Luigi's choosing the sinking of a few cold ones over a grandstand view of World War Three. Gene and Alex were almost nose to nose, breathing hard, taking it in turns to tear a strip off each other as the air crackled with tension. And then suddenly it stopped being a typical day.
She was midst rant yet again when she saw his expression change, as though he suddenly began to wonder what on earth they were fighting about and he really couldn't be bothered with it any more. It caught her slightly off-guard and she stopped halfway through a sentence, fists clenched, chest heaving. He moved slowly back from her and rested his forehead on the filing cabinet, the tension clear in the line of his shoulders.
"Gene! Don't you dare turn your back on me …"
He spun round and gripped her firmly by the shoulders, piercing blue eyes gazing down into clear hazel, his expression unreadable.
"Shut up, Bolly."
His voice was low and gravelly and his head moved down as if in slow motion until his lips brushed breath gentle across hers. He felt her stiffen under his grasp and for a moment he thought he'd totally misread the situation but then she moved in close, her hands twined round his neck, and her mouth opened under his.
Their first kiss was a tentative exploration, tongues dancing an erotic tango over one another, his hands stroking down her back, her fingers threaded through his hair. When they finally came up for air the world had shifted, and they looked at one another in wonder. Alex gave him a dreamy smile, cheeks flushed, lipstick smeared.
"My place or yours?"
He grinned back at her, his eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Yours is closer …"
They stumbled breathlessly through the door of the flat, and he pressed her back against the wall, kissing her thoroughly before his lips moved to attack her neck, loving the low throaty moan she made as she wriggled against him. He groaned and stepped back.
"Let's slow down and 'ave a drink, Bols, or I'll be lucky if I last two minutes …"
She smiled seductively at him and moved off into the kitchen while he made himself comfortable on the sofa. As she uncorked a bottle of red, she couldn't keep the soppy grin off her face. Finally, after all this time, Gene Hunt had kissed her. She was supposed to be the trained psychologist and even she hadn't even realised that she craved his kiss, his touch more than anything. Sitting chest-deep in that river in Egypt, she supposed. She traced slowly over her lips with her tongue, still tasting him there: a hint of whiskey and ciggies, sweet coffee and something undefinably wonderful that was just him. And what a kisser! She felt dizzy just thinking about it. Pour the wine, Alex, or he'll wonder what's happened to you.
When she walked back in with two large glasses of red, he'd shed his jacket and was lounging on the sofa with one arm resting along the back and his long legs crossed at the ankle. A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead and his eyes were a deep velvet blue as he smiled up at her from under those incredible lashes. She caught her breath, wondering why she'd never realised how incredibly attractive he was before, and tried to stop her hands from shaking as she passed him his drink and perched next to him on the sofa.
"Cheers."
They clinked glasses before both nervously gulping a couple of mouthfuls and setting the drinks back down on the table. Their eyes met and locked for an instant and then they were in each other's arms, mouths coming together hard, tongues battling with an overwhelming passion neither of them had ever experienced before.
When they eventually came up for air, she went to remove his tie, her voice husky with desire.
"Gene, I need to touch you …"
To say she was surprised when he grabbed her hand was the understatement of the year.
"Bols, stop."
She looked at him in some confusion.
"Gene? What's wrong? Don't you want me?"
He got awkwardly to his feet and hovered in the middle of the room running his fingers distractedly through his hair. His voice was a tortured groan.
"Are you havin' a laugh'? I've wanted yer from the minute I first set eyes on yer. But you don' want me, I'm too old, I'm over the hill … the minute yer see me naked you'll change yer mind, trust me …"
He headed for the door, and she ran after him completely baffled, holding onto his arm as he reached for the chain.
"Gene, listen to me! I do want you, I want you more than anything. Please don't go …"
He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Alex, its better we leave things as they are. Trust me, yer don't want a freak like me."
And then he was gone, leaving her frustrated, confused and bereft.