A22 Envelopes

'Drake!' Gene yelled.

She gave him her best withering Queen Victoria style stare. 'What?'

'Stationary cupboard- now!' he said loudly, totally oblivious to the look she had given him.

Well it made a change from 'My office - now!' she thought, ''Why?' she replied.

'We need to check the A22 envelope situation.' he muttered, striding past her and out of the incident room.

She followed him unwillingly, it was almost leaving off time, and Luigi's had been beckoning for the last hour, she needed a glass of wine.

By the time she had caught up with him he was unlocking the stationary cupboard door. He opened it and beckoned her inside, 'In yer go Lady Bolls.'

'Size A22 envelopes?' she said as he shut the door and locked them inside it, 'Is there such a thing- wouldn't they be a bit small? Dolls house size small?'

'Haven't got a bloody clue.' he answered happily.

'Makes a change.' she sniped, 'You -clueless. What are you up to?'

He went to the darkest corner of the sizable cupboard and came back with a WPC's uniform. He hung it from the metal shelving before turning to Alex.

'You're demoting me!' Alex was incredulous.

He gave one of his rare smiles and shook his head, 'Not yet. I want you to do something for me.'

'I always wondered what floated your boat.' Alex stammered.

'Did you?' he looked surprised but rather pleased, then he looked back at the uniform, 'It's not this though, this is for Ray.'

'Sure he'll look lovely in it.' muttered Alex.

'It's his birthday tomorrow, I want you to dress in this and arrest him, like one of those strip-a-gram tarts.' Gene explained.

Alex was speechless as she stared at her DCI, and just when had he become 'her DCI' she wondered? She always thought of him like that lately, 'My DCI' belonging to her, being owned by her, it wasn't even remotely healthy to want to own someone, especially someone like him; someone who was always pushing the boundaries, making her go against all her innate beliefs. She gazed at Gene and he gazed back. Those eyes of his should be illegal. He said things with them that she longed to hear him speak out loud. 'You want me to…..to…?' she started her rant off gently, 'You think I'm some kind of cheap tart? You're the bloody cheap tart- you can't even pay for a strip-a-gram, and you think I'll prostitute myself…'

'I thought you liked dressing up.' he protested, rather weakly for him. 'You're always flinging on the tarty gear-and this isn't even tarty- when you appeared you were dressed as a tart and then…'

'In the line of duty!' she exclaimed, 'This isn't….' she stopped and thought- Ok -fine- he was always pushing her boundaries , maybe it was time to retaliate. Hell, it didn't matter because this world wasn't real. She caught his eyes again, god they were obscene.

'Will you just try it on?' he said quietly.

She didn't reply, but carried on meeting his gaze, waiting to see how long it was before he blinked and looked away, trying to gage the depth of his longing. It felt good to be wanted like this. To have this much power over him. He wasn't blinking, or looking away, he was just gazing like a starving man would gaze at a plate of something unimaginably delicious.

'Ok' she whispered.

'You will?' he replied quickly in shock.

She nodded, 'What size is it?'

'Your size.' he said. 'been sneaking about, doing a bit of detective work.'

'A sneaky DCI' she laughed, 'whatever next.'

He turned away, taking the cupboard key from his pocket, 'Ok I'll just leave you to try it on.'

'Hang on' Alex said, 'there are conditions attached to this massive favour.'

He turned back, 'I might have known. Go on then, what?'

'You watching me try it on is the first one, but there will be others.' she said, barely able to believe she was being so brazen.

She saw him stagger slightly and found it immensely satisfying.

'You sit here' she pulled out the captain's chair that had always lived in the stationary cupboard, 'and watch me.'

Gene sat down rather quickly, 'You don't have to do this, this isn't part of the deal.'

'Oh but it is- Guv.' she smiled. 'Condition 2- you do not avert your eyes- if you do, I stop and all bets are off.'

'You think you've got something I haven't seen before? I've seen no end of women getting their…..' he began.

'You haven't seen me before.' she told him, her voice more confident then she felt inside, she had to keep her nerve, had to hold the belief that she really was the wildly desirable creature he saw. She couldn't believe that she had picked this one day to wear the black skirt and cream silk blouse, with stockings and suspenders underneath. She never wore a skirt to work, except she had fancied a change, and now she was thankful. It would have been difficult to look alluring tugging off her tight jeans, getting them rucked around her ankles and probably falling over.

She stood before him, making sure he was watching, smoothing her skirt over her hips before she began. She unzipped the skirt slowly and peeled it downwards, gently removing the tucked in silken fabric of the blouse. As the skirt skimmed over her bottom and the top of her thighs she began to gain confidence, the look of disbelief on his face was such a wicked joy to behold. She knew that he was expecting her to chicken out at any moment. But he was doing as he was told and not averting his gaze, even though he looked supremely uncomfortable. She was waiting for his long lashes to droop downwards even a millimetre, and she would stop, but they didn't and she carried on. The skirt dropped easily from her when it reached the lower part of her thighs, and she stepped out of it, revealing the pale shimmering stockings with their lacy tops held up by an ivory coloured suspender belt, with a matching scrap of lacy knickers underneath.

Gene wanted to look down the long, long length of her legs, to see the slender ankles in the silly stilettos, but he thought it might be classed as averting his gaze, and he didn't want her to stop, yet he did want her to stop, she was at an advantage. Bitch!

Her hand darted up to her throat, and then down a few inches to the tie of her blouse; she pulled on the tie and the bow collapsed, and she flicked it out of the way and began unbuttoning the blouse, trying not to fumble at the buttons, knowing she had to make it look effortless. With the last one unbuttoned she slipped out one arm and then the other, slinging the garment carelessly on top of the discarded skirt and revealing her matching ivory Wonderbra .

It had taken a long time to remove those two garments. For Gene it seemed like an eternity. He had wanted to spring out of the chair and rip the blouse off, to hear the buttons pinging as they flew off and bounced around the room, but he couldn't move.

She stood in front of him in her underwear, watching, checking for a reaction, but she couldn't read it, whatever he was thinking he was hiding. She moved closer, very close, in touching distance. 'Sir?' she said.

He looked up at her, 'Drake?'

'What do you think?' she teased, 'Would like to touch perhaps?'

'Yes I would.' he said, trying to moderate his breathing.

'But you won't' she said.

'No' he agreed.

'Because it's not part of the deal.' she leaned down and whispered in his ear, as she came close to him she was assaulted by his smell, the scotch, the tobacco, his unknown aftershave, and it immediately put her at a disadvantage, she was almost paralysed with want. She forced herself to move away rapidly, trying to moderate her breathing too.

'Will you dream of me tonight?' she asked.

'Maybe.' he said.

'What would we be doing in your dream?' she questioned.

'Paperwork probably.' he said, trying to break the intense atmosphere that was filling every corner of the room.

Alex walked over to the WPC's uniform and grabbed it. She turned her head but not her body, to see if he was still looking at her. He was. The moisture was bubbling between her legs. She wanted him so basely; she stayed in the corner to recapture her resolve.

'3rd condition' she said breezily when she had managed to calm herself down, 'You put this on me.' her lips felt dry and she licked them.

Gene shook his head, 'Let's forget the whole thing.' he croaked. This was torture. He wouldn't be able to do it. He already had a sizable, borderline painful, erection which his suit was finding hard to cover up.

'Oh come on Guv, it was your idea.' Alex said, slipping the jacket off the hanger and putting it over her arm, 'You didn't get the regulation black stockings? I wonder if Shaz has a spare pair? Why don't you run along and ask her?'

'Look, just try the bastard uniform on!' Gene said crossly.

'You promised to abide by my conditions.' Alex smiled, flaunting her near naked body in utter delight.

'I'm not asking Shaz for stockings' he said, his face set determinedly.

Alex took the innocent looking white cotton blouse off the hanger, 'Put this on me.' she said.

Gene stood up, the palms of his hands felt damp, god that wasn't sexy was it? Sweaty palms? He'd never had that problem before. He managed to get control of himself a bit and took the blouse Alex was impishly swinging in front of his nose.

'Put your arms out.' he barked.

She moved closer to him again, knowing he had no choice but to look at her breasts, only just encased in the bra; even though it was stuffily warm in the cupboard, her nipples hardened at being in such close proximity to him. She saw that he had noticed and it made her even more wanton. She slid her left arm into the blouse, thrusting out her chest as she did so.

Gene walked behind her still holding the blouse, 'Other arm' he ordered.

'Yes Sir.' she breathed, knowing that when she had both sleeves of the blouse on he would have to do up the buttons at the front. She forced herself not to tremble in anticipation, the thought that he might accidentally brush one of her nipples with his hand made her hopelessly over excited but she strived to remain calm.

The blouse hung openly and he walked in front of her.

'Do the buttons up then.' she said, looking down and sliding her finger into one of her stocking tops, smoothing it out, bringing attention to it. 'You must feel very powerful' she said, 'Me being so very nearly naked and you fully dressed. Do you know how it feels for me?'

He looked unusually thoughtful, 'You surprise me' he said after a moment or two, 'I would never have thought you would do anything like this, but the more I think about it the more I understand. I think you feel quite liberated.'

'Do you?' she asked, slightly wrong-footed.

'Oh yeah.' he nodded, and he began doing up the buttons on the blouse with a sure steady hand. When he had finished, and to her immense disappointed had avoided her straining, screaming for him nipples, he stood back and looked at her, 'Skirt?'

She nodded, 'I'll get it' she turned to pick up the skirt but he was too quick for her, and grabbed it. He held it up as if to slide it over her head.

'You can't put it on over my head, the lining will get caught up' she said, 'I have to step into it.'

'Ok.' he kneeled at her feet, still looking up at her, not breaking eye contact.

She thought he must be able to tell what was going on between her legs, his face only an inch or two away from her centre of depravity, but he showed no sign of knowing, no emotion at all. He waited for her to step into the skirt.

She lifted one leg up and in to the skirt, making sure it travelled very near to his face, nearer than it needed to, and was relieved to hear his sharp intake of breath, she still had the power after all, although he had come very close to seizing it back.

He brought one of his legs up so he was more steady and eased the skirt up her legs and onto her hips. The strength of his hands as he twisted the skirt around so the zip was at the side almost made her gasp out loud. More than anything now she wanted him to reverse everything he had done in the last few minutes, but he zipped her up expertly.

'Cravat?' he pulled the chequered piece of fabric from the pocket of the jacket.

Alex nodded, she felt deflated, he had won after all, she was decent again, he would bundle the jacket on her and begin yakking about her fulfilling her part of the deal.

But he slid the cravat around her neck and looked worried, 'Haven't a bloody clue here' he grunted.

She brought her hand up to take charge of the cravat and their hands clashed inadvertently, they both withdrew as if they had been scalded, only to both put their hands back to the slithery cravat at the same time and touch again. His mouth veered towards hers, only pulling away at the last second.

'You do it' he said gruffly, stepping back.

She was a bundle of nerves from his touch, and fumbled with the cravat although she worn one hundreds of times in the past. But suddenly it was neat and in place.

Gene picked up the jacket and walked behind her again; he held it open and she shrugged into it. He stepped to her front and pulled it over her chest to button it. When he had finished he stood back and surveyed her. 'There you go' he said.

'So was it worth it?' she asked.

He nodded, 'Most enjoyable WPC Drake- anymore conditions?'

She was about to admit defeat. He was the one with the power when it came down to the nitty gritty. She had tried to get one over him and had failed. Out of all their power struggles this one had been the most disappointing and surprising. It hurt to find she was resistible. She had been so sure he would crack. She was about to say no when she noticed the bulge in his trousers as he began to turn away. So he wasn't quite as unaffected as he wanted her to think after all.

'Just one' she said, smiling lazily.

'What?' he asked complacently.

'Now you have to take it all off again' she said.

He began to walk away, pulling the keys from his pocket as he went, but suddenly he spun around. Oh fucking hell, he thought, there was only so much a man could take, she wanted it, she was going to get it.

He grabbed the jacket and ripped it open, silver buttons flying off, as he began pushing it from her shoulders his mouth slammed down onto hers and his tongue forced its way in, the cravat was flung in the air and landed on a box of carbon paper, as he tore at the cotton shirt roughly she began pushing his jacket off him. His only thought was to get through the layers to those hard luscious nipples, and when he did, he made himself stop, and remove his jacket, to calm himself, to stop himself from hurting her.

She stood before him smiling, dishevelled and beautiful. One nipple had escaped from the bra. He put his hand out and let his palm slide over it gently.

'Oooo' she uttered .

'Like that?' he groaned, and took his hand away reluctantly, 'Want more?'

She nodded.

'How much more?' he asked.

'Anything you can give me.' she said, reaching forward, taking his hand and putting it back on the nipple, and then grabbing at his belt, unbuckling him, 'just hurry up and give it to me.'

He unzipped the skirt and pushed it down over her hips; as it sunk to the floor his hand went between her legs, she was so wet and so hot.

'In me' she said in a rasping voice, 'In me now, fuck me now. Give it to me.' she pulled his trousers down, 'Quickly, hurry up!'

He bent to take his boots off so he could remove his trousers but she was on him, pulling his boxers down and curling her hand enthusiastically around his cock, almost irritably she pushed him down into the chair and climbed straight on top of him, pulling her knickers to one side, forcing him to enter her, guiding his hands where she wanted them, her nipples, her waist, into the slickness between her legs where his cock was buried. She pushed an amazingly hard nipple into his mouth. 'Suck' she ordered, 'lick, bite.' he sucked at the nipple while holding its twin firmly in his hand: glad the chair was a strong one, although it was creaking like an arthritic pensioner under the weight of them both, he somehow knew that it wouldn't matter if it buckled and they fell, because they weren't going to come apart for a little thing like that. He stopped biting and sucking at her nipple and watched her face as she rode him.

'You've always wanted me to fuck you' he told her breathlessly.

Yes.' she gasped, 'Always. Tell me, tell me how often you've imagined us doing this.'

He grabbed her waist and pushed her deeper onto him, 'All the time' he said, 'I wake up thinking about you and how it would feel to fuck you, and I go to bed thinking the same thing.'

'So how does it feel?' she panted.

'Like I'm about to explode' he tried to laugh but it turned into a groan of delight. 'bugger me Bolls, I don't think I've ever- oh bollocks!' he closed his eyes, and pushed his hands down under her stocking tops, the chair protested even more nosily and wobbled precariously.

'Ooo that's just lovely' she said, as the angle of the chair changed and rammed him even deeper into her, 'Oh no, not yet please not yet!'

Somehow they were out of the chair and on the floor but it made no difference, he wrenched her forcefully back up onto him , like she was a rider who had almost fallen from a bucking bronco machine at a rodeo, but as she came back up she was stifling a scream because her orgasm was ripping through her, his hands gripped her arse, holding her down tightly, as he began to spurt into her with barely any control. She pulled at him, encouraging him to roll on top of her, the nylon carpet tiles made her itch, but she didn't care as she hooked her legs across his back, letting him spill everything he had into her.

He collapsed breathlessly onto the floor, the bottom half of his body still covering her, his cock still inside her. 'Bloody hell.' he muttered, as he looked up at her flushed face, 'You're a killer Bolls, you've half finished me off.'

She traced his eyes with her finger, 'I've wanted that for so long.'

'I bet I've wanted it longer.' he said.

'Bet you haven't' she said.

'Bet I have.' he said.

He put his arm around her and they studied the ceiling, 'Any more conditions?'

'Yes actually- Ray.' she said.

'What about him?' Gene asked.

'His birthday, can we get a proper present for him instead of me pretending to be a strip-a-gram?' she said.

'If you like, I'll leave it up to you.' he sounded sleepy.

'Not much time to think of something, what would he like do you think?' she asked.

'Dunno, you've got plenty of time though, his birthday is months away.' Gene said.

'What!' Alex squeaked, 'But…. You utter, utter bastard, you planned this, you planned it all!'

'Yeah- didn't expect it to turn out so good though -unexpected bonus when all I hoped for was a quick fumble and a slapped face. This stationary cupboard is going to need a thorough sorting over the next few weeks. You in?' he pinged her nose gently.

'Yes, but there'll be conditions.' she said.

'I certainly hope so.' he replied.

oxxo