What If?
"Why can't I just enjoy these last few seconds of life? I mean it doesn't all have to be about pain does it?" I never know what she's talking about, and tonight is no exception. "What would you do, Gene," she says "in your last few seconds on earth? Anything you want, right now." She's drunk. I'm not exactly sober either, but that's beside the point.
"What anything? Right now?" Says I, suddenly aware of how close her face is. No matter how bloody irritating I find her I can't deny she is a top looking bird. And right now all I can think is how badly I pin her down and kiss her silly, and then maybe move on to something better later on. The hungry look in her eyes tells me that I might not be too far off the mark if I tried it.
"Say it." She encourages, looking hungrier still. I lower my head so that I'm only a breath away from hers and whisper:
"I'd take you right here, right now and shag you senseless" and with that I plant a kiss on her lips and she responds aggressively.
"Let's take this upstairs shall we?" she says raggedly when we break for air. She takes my hand and leads me up to her flat above Luigi's; I hear some whooping over the noise of the Italian restaurant and I realise that I'm never going to hear the end of it from those bastards Ray and Chris.
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I know sex should be the last thing on my mind given my situation, and I'm pretty certain my psyche could come up with a far more acceptable partner than Gene Hunt, but the old git just drives me so far to distraction that I have decided to go with it and take the plunge. Who knows, perhaps it might relieve the tension.
"What would you do Gene, in your last few seconds on earth? Anything you want, right now?" I ask, I couldn't be much clearer unless I outright said 'are you going to fuck me or what?' I just hope he takes the bait.
"What anything?" he asks me, seemingly checking that he understood my proposal rightly. He studies me with the same look he gives a suspect, searching for a hint of falsehood or a tell tale sign. Calculating, yet at the same time full of desire. For a minute I think he s going to reject my offer and be uncharacteristically gentlemanlike, just my luck. Thankfully he thinks better of it.
"I'd take you right here, right now and shag you senseless" he declares unceremoniously before claiming my lips with his own, thank God for Luigi's cheap wine. And what a kiss, it's powerful but at the same time tentative as though he's still unsure if I really meant my invitation. I respond with equal fervour to reassure him, we must be putting on quite a show because I can hear catcalls coming from the general direction of the rest of the CID. But right now I couldn't care less what Chris and Ray will say in the morning, I'm pretty certain that it will be more than worth it. When we break for air I guide him up to my place where we might be able to continue in private.