Pairing Gene/Annie
Rating: M
Note: Written for the 2008 Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest, prompt 'Annie in a nun's habit is more han Gene can stand'.

Who'd have thought the plainest, dullest entrant in the whole CID Hallowe'en party would have had such a startling effect on Gene. He'd gaped as if Tempest Storm had walked in, not little Annie Cartwright in a nun costume. For the whole hour they'd been at the party he hadn't stopped staring and, oddly enough, the more flustered she'd become under his scrutiny the wilder he'd seemed to get. Annie'd known fine Gene was an intense lover but the look on his face during that hour at the Arms had been almost fear. He'd been afraid to get too close to her. Annie'd smiled privately; she'd known how she was going to play it.

Gene hadn't spoken at all on the drive home. She might've though he was furious with her if she hadn't known him better. Six months earlier she'd have missed the scent of his arousal, she wouldn't have seen that he was gripping the wheel so tightly to keep his hands off her.

He had her against the bedroom door. She'd gasped and whimpered softly, much more quietly than was the norm for her. She'd carefully gone for 'surprise' and 'wonder' and her guv's reaction'd been something to behold. Desperation. She'd never felt this kind of power, even the control she enjoyed on her knees in front of him couldn't compare. By the time she'd climaxed it'd been torture to keep up the act but worth it. She had never seen any man so aroused and she was thrilled to be the one getting him there.

As she'd caught her breath, still a little stunned from the intensity of the orgasm that had ripped through her, she'd realised Gene had been in some distress. Thered been a helpless, pained look on his face as hed continued to hammer her into the door. The Gene she knew took what she gave with delight, laughing, teasing, maddeningly amused at her lust. Helpless had been so out of place on him itd taken her a moment to place it.

She'd wound her fingers in his hair and, exaggerating her breathlessness just slightly, shed put her mouth to his ear and made it low, sweet and pleading.

"I want you, Chief Inspector, please, please, now"

She'd still had the bruise from the doorknob a week later.

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