TITLE: Just Can't Get Enough

AUTHOR: bolly69

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concept; they belong to the BBC/Ashley/Matthew, etc.

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Just another smut-fic I had to get out of my system! Was meant to be a one-shot but it just kept on coming...

Based during series 2, before Keats and the dead stuff!

This is an M rating, please do not read on if you're easily offended by sex and/or strong language.

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Chapter 1

Friday

Friday afternoon came far too quickly for Alex's liking; she was most definitely not looking forward to the weekend's crime prevention course in the country, and it was almost time to head off; not that she had anything against crime prevention, or the country, but whoever planned to have CID's finest trek miles into the countryside in the middle of January was surely certifiable; the powers-that-be had obviously found a cheap rate for the conference suite and hotel rooms as it was out of season.

Nor did she relish the thought of being trapped with the team for the entire weekend; Shaz would be okay, but she'd be all loved up with Chris and spend the whole time gazing lovingly into his bewildered, gormless eyes. Ray and Gene would be rapidly working their way through the free bar, with Ray trying to pull any busty female in the vicinity with a mere hint of a pulse.

And Gene; Gene, with his overpowering presence; his amazing steely-blue eyes blazing into her, stripping away her clothing with each glance; his always-right attitude that infuriated her so; his musky horny smell, his floppy blonde mane, his deep animal growl. Gene. Shit. Gene invading her thoughts again, making her hate him for making her want him. Bastard.

"Ready for the off then Bolls?" Gene's booming voice interrupted her pondering thoughts.

She jumped, "…er, 'suppose so Guv. Just my bag to collect from the flat and we can head off. You do know the way don't you?" she was beginning to regret not backing out of going away; she would be left alone to both crave and loath Gene, to mope and think and wonder; never a good combination.

"Yes I bloody well do Miss Clever-Knickers; I have no intention on relying on your bloody sissy map reading so-called-skills" he stood towering over her desk, hands on hips, eyebrows raised in indignation.

Pushing up from the desk Alex sighed, "Oh great, here we go" and walked away from CID and Gene's pout to collect her belongings; knowing perfectly well he was staring at her arse as she deliberately swung her hips more than normal just for his benefit.

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An hour in the Quattro with Gene swerving and swearing at the Friday evening rush hour traffic didn't have Alex relaxing at all, and the onset of heavy snow didn't help matters, or Gene's mood. With eyes closed, feigning sleep, Alex's thoughts drifted back to the first time she had set eyes on both this car and this man; both magnificent examples of their kind; roaring presence, booming voices, thumping heart beats, thrusting power, erect...

"You dozy twat! You fuckin' drive like a granny..." Gene thumped the steering wheel with fury, the Vauxhall Chevette in front of them refusing to let him pass.

Alex's eyes flew open, "Charming DCI Hunt, as ever" She wondered if Ray was handling the drive any better with Chris and Shaz for company; she certainly didn't feel like making much conversation with a pig-headed Gene, and closed her eyes again willing the time to pass quickly.

Squinting sideways at her perfect, still form Gene asked, "Tired Bolls? Thoughts of the Gene-Genie giving you a good old seeing to keeping you awake at night?"

Embarrassed, Alex shifted in her seat but could only reply, "pfft…"; he actually wasn't that far from the truth. Bastard. Could he read her thoughts?

She had woken that morning shaken and flustered from a dream of him, yet another dream of him; plundering her mouth and her body; possessing her with every touch and caress; pounding into her over and over and over until she cried out his name, pleading for sweet release; she had skimmed her hand over the soft rise of her breasts and down along her stomach, coming to rest where heat and wetness pooled; evidence of what he really did do to her, how this Neanderthal man caused her body to react. Her sleek fingers had trembled as they worked her clit and the sensitive area around it, circling and kneading in equal measure. In her head it was Gene's fingers doing this, his hungry mouth sucking and biting at her neck and breasts. With one hand firmly teasing a nipple until it was taught, she had finally plunged her fingers into her hot silky depths and gasped, "Ahhh... Gene…". It hadn't taken long, the images of him pleasuring her body, both from her dream and fantasy ensured that, and she came with a juddering surge, electricity coursing through her body; his name again on her lips.

And here she was thinking about him, and it, all over again; she felt her face flush as she realised how close the real life Gene, or at least the lesser of a construct Gene, actually was, sitting close enough to touch; thank god for the dark evenings so he couldn't see her trying desperately to regain her composure, or witness her shifting in her seat as she felt discomfort between her legs again; she was soaking wet, and again it was because of him.

Thankfully, Gene was now far too busy growling at the stationary line of cars in front of them to notice her torment.

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Eventually arriving at the hotel, Alex gathered her bag from the boot and stomped through the fresh snow and into reception, wanting nothing more than to collect her room key and escape from his presence, taunting her, reminding her what she craved but her head told her she didn't want; fate pushing them together when all she wanted to do when they were alone was either punch him or kiss him. Alas, Gene was behind her all too quickly.

"Right Bolls, dinner is booked for half seven. I'll expect you to be all dolled up like a dog's dinner as usual. Should be something juicy for you to get your chops around" the familiar eyebrow waggle emphasised his point.

Alex silently fumed, grinding her teeth to halt the torrent of abuse she so needed to vent at him, frustration of every kind bubbling just under the surface. Yet he still turned her legs to jelly, made her tummy flip at the mere sound of his voice, and clouded her thoughts until she didn't know or trust her own mind anymore. Bumping into Ray as they turned from the desk, he informed them that he, Chris and Shaz had been given rooms on the other side of the hotel, overlooking the lake; this had excited Shaz greatly but the boys hadn't been impressed; bloody men. She despondently trudged behind Gene as they walked to their rooms, hers next to his.

Alex's room was light and airy, if a little small, but it would be fine for the two nights she would occupy it. After unpacking and relaxing in a much needed hot bath, she dressed in a sheer electric-blue blouse and black pencil skirt and joined the team in the restaurant.

Glancing around she saw a few familiar faces from neighbouring stations, but no one looked terribly interesting; the older men with their 80's suits and slip on shoes; the younger ones with skinny ties and new romantic style clothes; the few women in attendance were all shoulder pads and big hair; brash bold colours filled the room. Jesus why had she come back to the 80's? At least as a child she had never been responsible for choosing to wear this fashion!

Her colleagues were sat at a large round table at one end of the restaurant, and strolling over to them she glanced from one to the other; Shaz was dressed in a very 80's angular dress, but she was smart and smiling merrily; Chris, in his silver suit, was being sent to the bar for drinks for everyone; Ray and his usual leather jacket, was scowling and smoking, yet his eyes continually scoured the room for women; and Gene, Gene was at his smouldering pouty best, with his top button undone and his tie dragged down just enough to be sexily unkempt, his suit accentuating his broad shoulders and long limbs, his floppy fringe bobbing above those eyebrows and blue pools, glaring at her. She couldn't look at him for long, or she would surely betray her feelings for him, especially when he looked like that. She settled herself between Shaz and Ray, deliberately keeping some distance between herself and Gene. He'd gazed at her as she'd taken her chair, she was sure she'd seen a frown and a passing glance to the still unoccupied seat to his right. But she didn't dare look back at him for fear of what he might see.

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He had frowned, with disappointment that she hadn't sat next to him; he'd almost stopped breathing when she walked into the restaurant with that bloody skirt and blouse showing her fantastic figure in all its glory; his eyes had trailed from her high heels up her never ending legs, along the round curve of her arse, up to her pert tits with black bra so visible through the sheer fabric of her blouse, lingered there for a while, but eventually continued on to her face, and those huge haunted hazel orbs, so full of life, yet so full of pain. And then he'd remembered to breathe again, and longed for her to be near him, for him to breathe in the sweet scent she carried with her, for her to brush a hand accidentally against his, to laugh and roll her eyes at his crude jokes, to gaze into his eyes so he could imagine they were alone and sharing an intimate moment like lovers and soul mates do. But she had merely glanced in his direction and sat with Shaz, she couldn't be any further away from him at the table. That was surely a sign; both that she wasn't interested and that he was deluding himself thinking she could ever be. Thick Manc bastard.

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Dinner passed unexpectedly easily; the food was surprisingly good, given that it was a semi-deserted hotel in mid January. And it was 1982. Even Gene had been civil to everyone at the table. Alex had chatted to Shaz and Chris about their families and future plans, leaving Gene and Ray together; she overheard snippets of their conversation of work, football, booze, and women; their raucous laughter erupting every now and then. Gene looked happy and relaxed, for a change Alex thought. She also noticed how his blue eyes danced in the soft light; how strong his jaw was in profile, how his mouth curved from his pout into a smile, and back again. Shit, stop it Alex. She'd met his eyes once or twice; shyly smiling before looking away. She was almost certain his gaze was full of desire, or maybe just full of beer.

At the end of the meal, the team moved into the bar where the drinks were
free-flowing, and Alex somehow found herself at a corner table with a very large glass of red. And Gene. Some things never change.

"Bolls" he nodded, taking the seat opposite her.

"Guv" she smiled at him, masking the fact that she was desperately thinking of what to talk to him about that didn't involve work, "...dinner was good, you seemed relaxed"

"Always relaxed when the beer hits the spot Bolls"

Alex rolled her eyes knowing he was avoiding the issue, and continued, "It's a lovely place; I'm amazed they would agree to have a police conference here. Shame we're not here in the summer to appreciate the grounds"

Gene stared at her like she had spoken a foreign language, something about bloody outside, "Mm, er, yeah" he shifted in his seat, "Heavy snow out now, bet there's none in bloody London. We should be away from here around lunchtime on Sunday, weather permitting of course." He paused and took a breath, urging her to converse with him, "So Bolls, are you looking forward to the conference tomorrow?"

She sighed, resigned to the fact that she was stuck here, at the hotel and in this time, "No, not really. It'll be a bunch of pencil pushers telling us things we already know, and they won't have ever done a single day out on the beat, won't know anything about real policing"

Gene looked shocked, "Bloody 'ell Bolls, you sound like me. I must be rubbing off on you"

Alex's eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows, waiting for the inevitable smutty comment to follow.

Gene frowned, "What?"

She smiled, shaking her head slowly, "Nothing". The wine was beginning to take effect. Shit. Alex drained her glass, the warm familiar glow surging through her system. Gene moved closer to her, sensing her thawing. He nodded to her now empty glass.

"So, if I bought you enough Bolly would your knickers come off, do you think?"

Alex gazed at her glass then back up to Gene, "Oh, it doesn't have to be Bolly Gene, just the right man…"

He smiled and nodded in appreciation of her retort; she was very much his match when she wanted to be. However, he was certain her statement meant that he was not the right man, but with her jaw resting on her hand, she leant in closer to him.

"Gene?"

"Bolly?"

Quietly and deliberately she spoke, "I asked you once what you would do in your last few minutes on earth, and you didn't answer" her huge glassy orbs gazed up at him, "So Gene, tell me, what would you do? Hmm? I know what I'd do if it were right now, here…"

Gene quickly averted his eyes to the table, his long dark lashes contrasting against his skin "Oh Bolls… don't ask me that…"

With another deep breath, she continued, "Come on, tell me what you'd do. I think I know, but I … I want to hear you say it…"

He pouted, "Oh? And just what do you think I'd do then?"

She hesitated, but only for a second, "Well, I think you'd shag me to within an inch of my life" she whispered the words huskily, wanting it to be true more than she thought she would.

Gene raised his eyes and looked intensely at her, "Well then, you're wrong"

"…What? Oh… I... I, er... " Alex was flushing redder as she tried to dig her way out of the large hole she had created, but Gene continued speaking.

"I wouldn't shag you Bolls. In my final, precious minutes of life I wouldn't want to shag you; I'd want to make love to you", he met her gaze with serious eyes.

Alex clamped her mouth shut, brain ticking over with his words. Eventually she found the power of speech again, "Wh… What…? I mean… you would…?"

"Yeah, that's what I'd want. But I don't think you'd want the same" Gene looked back down at his beer, contemplating her reaction, "I think you'd find yourself some
smart-arse brain box and either talk him to ruddy death or spend your last few seconds analysing him" He sounded regretful.

She moved closer again, her voice a whisper, "Then that makes both of us wrong. I much prefer your choice…"

Gene stared into her eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither of them wanting to break eye contact.

"What we gonna do about it then Lady Bolls?"

"Well, personally I'd like to hear more about what you want to do to me..."

"I'd much rather show you" he was so close now, his eyes asking the question, and those pouty lips mere inches away.

Alex gasped, her heart suddenly thumping in her chest and pounding in her ears, "Yes Gene, yes"

Gene realised the implications of what they were suggesting, his voice was husky, laced with desire, "Christ Bolls, what are we doing? You sure...?"

"Oh God, yes, I'm sure..." her voice was low, pleading.

"Right. Okay. My room or yours?"

"Mine. I mean, I think that would be less weird for me..."

"Yeah, 'course. Come on then..."

They quickly left the bar, hoping they went unnoticed by the others, barely able to keep their hands off each other as they walked in haste up the stairs to their first floor rooms. Once in the narrow corridor, Alex fumbled in her handbag for her key, her fingers visibly trembling, Gene shuffling impatiently behind her. Looking up at him, she turned the key in the door and pushed it open, flicking the light switch as she stepped in. She felt his hands on her shoulders as soon as the door closed, turning her towards him, eyes meeting in longing once again. Slowly their faces moved closer, the inevitable kiss still tantalisingly at bay.

"Gene?"

"I know..."

"What...? No, Gene it's freezing in here, it wasn't like this earlier" she saw her breath as the words came out.

"Eh? It is a bit chilly I suppose... heating's not on... okay, my room instead, come on"

Grabbing her hand he quickly led the way to his room. As soon as they walked in Gene's hand snaked around her waist pulling her to him, but Alex felt the chilled air once again.

"Gene, it's cold in here too. There must be something wrong with the heating system"

"Oh for fuck's sake! We could always just use our body heat to keep warm... Christ Bolls, you're shivering. Right, the bastards on reception are gonna hear about this. Pissing off the Gene-Genie is bad enough, let alone when he has a raging hard-on and is on a promise of a lifetime" his eyes twinkled at Alex, causing her to blush and giggle. Oh Alex, for all that you're an educated professional woman, you giggled at a hard-on joke. Jesus!

Gene stormed into reception with Alex skipping double time behind to keep up. The girl on the desk soon summoned the manager, a thin, young man, who nervously blinked up at Gene and explained that their wing of the hotel had been hit by a heating failure due to the snow storm. All of the other guests affected had already been allocated replacement rooms and he would attempt to find them rooms also. Gene scowled and impatiently paced around while he waited, thoughts of what he, they, could have been doing right now driving him crazy.

The weary looking manager approached them with hunched shoulders, "Er, I'm terribly sorry Sir, Ma'am, but there doesn't appear to be any free rooms where the heating is working"

"Come again? What do you mean no more rooms? This is a bloody hotel for Christ sake!"

Gene towered above him, his bulk contrasted by the slight younger man, "Yes Sir, but we're refurbishing half of the rooms during the winter season. With the heating failure it leaves us short of rooms" he hesitated, "Just let me check the allocations again..."

Alex had remained silent during this exchange, resigned to the fact that she'd probably end up room sharing with Shaz and Gene would have to go in with Ray. She bit her lip in frustration.

The manager returned to the desk with a nervous smile on his face. "Sir, we appear to have one more room available" he looked embarrassed, glancing from Gene to Alex and back again, "the only thing is it's a double, I er, I'm not sure if you want to share... oh, and it's the honeymoon suite"

Gene was speechless and glared at the pale thin man in front of him. Dare he think all his birthdays had come at once? And dare he even look at Alex for her reaction?

"It'll be fine, thank you. How long until it's ready?" Alex's voice was calm and steady. Gene turned to look at her, confusion and amazement on his face.

"Er, yeah, we'll take it..." he managed.

"Thank you Sir, we'll have it ready in about half an hour for you. While you're waiting, please accept complimentary drinks in the lounge"

Gene's face remained surprised, "Yeah, ta very much. After you Lady Bolls. Find us a comfy seat and I'll get the drinks in"

When Gene took his seat in a secluded corner of the lounge, placing two glasses of amber liquid on the small table, he looked quizzically at Alex.

"So Bolls, we're sharing the honeymoon suite then, how we gonna explain that to the rest of CID?"

"What? Oh, shit, I didn't think of that. Didn't know what else to say, didn't fancy sharing with Shaz really..."

"No, I wasn't looking forward to kipping with bloody Raymondo either; not with my head full of you and a stiffy for company" he smiled, but then added "Look, I can always stay on the sofa, or floor, I mean, you know if it's awkward like..."

Alex put her hand on his, "No, there'll be no need for that Gene, really"

"Are you sure? I mean we're not 'together' like are we?" Gene asked the question, his stomach doing somersaults, hoping with every fibre of his being that she'd answer as he wished.

"Not yet..." Alex gazed into his steely blue eyes, Christ he could feel the passion simmering in her eyes, "If you still want us to be 'together' that it..."

"Christ Alex, I want you so much I'm gonna bust; have always wanted you but I thought I'd never have you; I know I'm not good enough for you..."

Alex looked serious, he'd used her name; the tummy flip hit her hard causing her head to spin, "I never knew... not for sure anyway. And you're more than good enough for me, don't want anyone else. You're a good man Gene, I know it, I can feel it," she placed her hand on his chest to feel his heart beating again, slightly faster than it should have been, "and I honestly believe I'm in love with you Gene Hunt", her voice was low and sultry.

"And I honestly believe you must be pissed Bolly"

She shook her head, "No, I know exactly what I'm saying and doing. And I do want you Gene. Tonight"

"Christ on a bike! Right then, drink up and we'll go and find this bloody room"

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Thanks for reading! ;-)

Thanks to Ash & Matt for giving us fantastic characters to play with, to whatever ends…

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