A/N: Inspired by fantasy_bubbles fanastic Ashes To Ashes Kink Meme on LiveJournal. Prompt: Gene/Alex. Frottage.
It is the first time she has been witness to Gene's lovely arse cupped in denim. His shirt presumably one he wears every day at work, the boots at least definitely are, but she has grown to like them. The minimal effort he has put into looking a bit trendier works to set her heart beating faster.
They are supposed to be inconspicuous as they try to get a little closer so they can eavesdrop on their target, but the area is over crowded with young bodies intoxicated with alcohol, drug or lust and in some cases all three.
With every foot that steps on hers or elbow that jabs her in the ribs she finds herself pressing closer into Gene's side and his arm snaking around her waist to hold her with a causality that only he can possess at times like these.
He does not say anything as he drives her backwards into the bar, knocking the last dregs of someone's drink over in the process.
The men they have been trailing all evening are sitting in the stool next to them, shouting carelessly over the raucous music.
Alex is the only one paying insufficient attention to the sounds around her as Gene whispers to her to go along with it for the sake of the investigation, but little penetrates the sound of blood rushing through her ears and down to where his leg is crushing into the joining of her own.
Gene pretends to devour her throat and even though her neck is at an angle to offer him sufficient flesh to suck at he only grazes his soft closed mouth against her. She arches her back into him, just as he shifts closer, causing her breath to hitch as the intense thrill of the coarse material of his jeans harassing the thin silk that makes up her dainty knickers hits her with its all-embracing force.
He flows over her seemingly with passion, but she can sense he is distancing himself from her with his even-tempered touch even as his hand on her back tugs her nearer to him. Alex feels the heat pooling, the burning liquid causing the silk underwear to cling with tight desperation to her folds. Her body is close to descending into that knee trembling abyss when Gene finally decides to pay attention to the woman in front of him.
She knows she is flushed, wide eyed and biting down hard on her bottom lip to prevent herself from openly panting, but she is surprised it has taken him this long to notice there is a wet patch on his trouser leg. When he meets her eye the moan comes unbidden from her lips. He knows exactly what he has been doing to her and continues to rub his thigh firmly between her legs sparking her orgasm and his name to bubble breathless from her parted cherry lips.