These two will keep pestering me when I'm supposed to be working on other things. Sadly, I don't own 'em, but they are fun to play with. Hope you enjoy!

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The Battle of the Sexes

Chapter 1

"May as well just hand the fiver over now Bols, and save yerself a lot of unnecessary… frustration ..."

He emphasised the final word and she snorted, crossing her arms defensively.

"In your dreams, Gene. And that's the only place you'll get to have me until you give in."

He leaned in close, his warm breath against her neck causing her to shiver involuntarily.

"Yer know fine well I just have to look at yer and yer knickers hit the floor, woman. Yer'll be down on yer knees before the day's out. Beggin' me…"

He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously and she gazed into his brilliant blue eyes and tried to ignore the sudden wave of desire that washed over her.

"Is that right? We'll see, shall we?"

She sashayed out of his office, swinging her hips, safe in the knowledge that his eyes would be glued to her shapely backside all the way to her desk.

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They'd only been together for a month, but God, what a month it had been. She'd always expected him to be the red-blooded Alpha-male when it came to sex and she hadn't been disappointed, loving it when he took her hard and fast over his desk, or threw her on the bed and had his wonderfully wicked way with her. The very thought of it set her pulse racing and made her go weak at the knees.

But she'd been pleasantly surprised to discover there was also another Gene Hunt, one that relished making love to her slowly, generously lavishing attention on every inch of her body. The sensual touch of his lips, his skilful tongue and his teasing fingers drove her to the heights of ecstasy, leaving her simultaneously panting for more and begging him for release from the exquisite torture.

She closed her eyes, recalling their most recent amorous encounter: the heat radiating from his body, the musky male scent that was so uniquely him and the delicious sensation of him filling her, moving urgently within her, possessing her completely. A soft moan unwittingly escaped her lips and she shook herself out of her reverie, glancing across to where he was sitting watching, a smug little smile playing around his lips. Dammit, he knew exactly what she was daydreaming about, she'd have to try much harder if she intended to win this bet. And there was no way she was going to let him beat her, she'd never hear the last of it.

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After they'd made love the previous night she'd nuzzled into his neck with a contented sigh.

"Mmmm. That was wonderful, Gene."

She felt the vibrations of his chuckle against her cheek.

"My prowess as a lover is legendary, sweetheart. Knew yer wouldn't be able ter resist the Gene Genie's charms fer long, women never do."

She moved back onto her elbow and raised an eyebrow at his smug expression.

"Oh really? I seem to recall it was you who made the first move, so who couldn't resist who, exactly?"

He pouted at her.

"Only after yer practically threw yerself at me, Lady Bols. Couldn't keep yer hands off me, if I remember rightly. Understandable though, women bein' the weaker sex, an' all that."

She sat up, and he stared at her naked breasts with undisguised lust.

"Is that so, Gene? Well I bet I could survive without sex longer than you, you're already thinking about round two, aren't you?"

Her fingers stroked his rapidly growing erection through the sheet and he huffed, removing her hand unceremoniously. His silver eyes glittered dangerously and a bolt of desire shot through her.

"Don't tell me you weren't too. Yer know yer can't get enough of me, Bols. Yer won't even last the night."

"Care to put your money where your mouth is, Hunt?"

Meeting his steely gaze with rather more confidence than she felt, she arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow and tried not to get distracted by his sexy pout and mussed hair. And the thought of his impressive length and what he was capable of doing with it.

He stared back unblinking, the epitome of determination.

"Lets say a fiver, shall we? And no touching, mind. Until yer decide to concede, of course."

"Fine. And may the best woman win."

He snorted derisively, and she proffered her hand, knowing full well that her chest would jiggle about invitingly when he shook it. This was war, and she intended to play dirty. The quicker she won the bet, the quicker they'd be able to … well, play dirty again …

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