'Morning
Bolly,' Gene pouted as his DI entered his office. 'Good night
last night was it?' 'You going to this party tonight then, Guv?'
Ray asked as Gene entered the room, passing some files to Shaz for
filing. 'So 'ow do you
get these free drinks then, Raymondo?' Gene asked as they emerged
from the taxi and headed towards the new club. You could hear The
Monkey Run before you saw it, and the bright disco lights emanating
from the lobby way were enough to blind you before you got in.
Nonetheless, Gene was happy he was here. There was a chance of Drake
making an appearance and that he could not pass up. 'A pint of bitter, two pints of
lager and one of those orange vodka things,' Gene leant on the bar,
holding out the free drink tickets and thinking that if he got pushed
in the back one more time he'd turn around and lamp whoever was
responsible. #When you're in love, you know you're in love,
no matter what you try to do... Alex moved her body to the
beat, encouraging Gene to do the same. He began to move stiffly, he
was obviously well out of practice. Within a few seconds though (when
he realised he drew more attention from people just standing there),
he placed his hands on Alex's waist and began to move a bit more
freely. She locked her eyes with his as she writhed in front of him,
raising her hands above her head and sliding her body down his until
her nose was in line with his crotch, slowly moving back up his body
again until their faces were in line. Gene looked flustered, he was
obviously getting very turned on and wasn't trying to hide it. The
strobe lighting darted across their bodies and the crowd of people
blurred into one as all Gene could see was her.
'Oh, VERY good thank you Mr Hunt.' Alex
Drake smiled devilishly, accentuating the bags under her eyes,
'Didn't manage to get a wink of sleep.'
'Hmph.' Gene
growled, clearly irritated to think about what she'd been getting
up to with that poncy Thatcherite Alex had draped herself over last
night at Luigis. 'You can tell.'
'Cheers.' She sat down on
the corner of his desk, picking a bit of fluff off her tight navy
jeans. Alex couldn't even remember getting in last night, let alone
what she had got up to and who with. She might have caught his name
but at this moment she certainly couldn't recall it. It was still
fun to make Gene squirm though. 'It really was worth every
moment.'
'If I'm honest, DI Drake, I really couldn't give a
tart's furry cup about what you got up to.' He didn't sound
convincing. Gene stood up and strode around his desk, chin up, facing
her. 'So if you don't mind I'd like you to get on with
profiling this bloody crack pot we've got tearing up all the
prossies in London.'
Alex slipped off the desk, a small smile on
her lips. 'No problem DCI. I'll get on to it straight away.' She
sidled up to him, their faces only inches apart. 'Is there anything
else you'd like me to do for you?'
Gene swallowed nervously,
his pulse quickening. He tried his best to keep his composure but it
was a bit hard seeing as her breasts were now pressed up against his
chest and her lips were so close to his he could almost taste that
slap she had coated them with.
'There are a few things I could
think of, Bolly, but unfortunately none of them are deemed
appropriate in the workplace and I've got the Super popping by
later on.'
Alex took a step back away from him, still smiling,
her eyes flicking downward at the slight bulge which had formed in
Gene's trousers.
'Well, you know where I am.' She turned
from him and left the office, clicking the door shut behind her.
For
weeks now she's been playing these bloody games, Gene thought to
himself, noticing how aroused he was just by that slight touch and
returning to his seat. What was she playing at? Did she want him, or
was it all just an act to get him to drop his guard? He knew he
couldn't have it off with his DI, it just wasn't professional,
and however much people could question his methods as a police
officer, no one could question the respect he had built up from his
colleagues. He wasn't going to let a quick shag with his DI ruin
that, however much the thought made him want to throw open that door,
brush everything off her desk and take her there and then. There was
a thought. Ray would have a field day. Chris probably wouldn't know
what the hell was going on. Gene laughed at the thought and lit up
another cigarette. He would have to do something soon though, if only
to break this tension which had built up between them, he didn't
think he could take it much longer. What could he do though? It was
either a case of throwing caution to the wind and shagging her, not
knowing what the repercussions would be at work, or sitting her down
and telling her straight that nothing could happen between them, so
she might as well stop trying to get him hard every time they were
together. He didn't think he could do that, he enjoyed it too much
if he was honest. The other option was putting her in for a transfer,
but he knew he definitely couldn't do that.
'Shag her then'
a voice in his head piped up. 'You know you want to, and so does
she.'
Gene finished his cigarette and placed his feet up on the
table, ankles crossed.
Ok then, next time, I'll just go for it.
Next time.
'What party?'
'Down at that new club in town, The
Monkey Run or summat. It's the opening night and first drinks are
free.'
Gene nodded and placed his hands in his pockets. With a
slightly lower tone, he asked who else was going.
'Well there's
me, Chris and Shaz, and I think DI Drake said she might pop down if
she had time after profiling this killer.'
'Well,' Gene
clapped his hands together and rocked back on his heels, 'You
should know that if there's free booze on then I'll be there to
drink it. What time?'
As he and Ray sorted out what time and
where and when, Alex hovered over some paperwork, secretly ecstatic
that Gene would be going. Her mission for the last few weeks had been
to get him into bed, and she must admit, it was proving harder than
she'd originally thought. Unfortunately she usually ended up with
some 'nancy yuppie' as Hunt would call them, but it was better
than nothing. Since she had not been able to stop her mum and dad's
death (again) she couldn't see what it was she had to do to get
back, so until then she was going to do exactly as she wanted. Her
2008 self would not have been able to go out every night and consume
as much red wine as possible, nor would she have been able to bring
anyone back to the house when it pleased her, so she might as well do
it while she was stuck in this place. It was only since the car crash
Alex had started to see Gene in a different light. The way he had
treated her after the Prices' death was close to affectionate; he
had sat many a night and listened to stories of her childhood, her
mother and father, not understanding what she was on about when she
talked about Caroline or Tim in a parental way, but listening
nevertheless. He had accompanied her back to her flat when she found
her legs wouldn't hold her up, but he never stayed for more than a
few minutes after he'd seen she was safely home. Gene never took
advantage, he could show care and sensitivity without looking for a
shag. Alex had never seen that side of him before, and she had warmed
to him quickly. She found herself watching him when he wasn't
looking, studying his shape and wondering what he looked like
underneath that black suit. She couldn't believe how long it had
taken her to realise how handsome he was, even if he was a boorish
brute. His masculine features; his square jaw, his broad shoulders
and a bit of a pot belly, those big hands and arms which looked like
they'd wrap you up and hold you so tight you'd never want to be
let go.
Only thing was, Gene wouldn't take the hint that she
wanted him even if it slapped him in the face, so the only thing Alex
could think to do was lay it on so thick that even the naive likes of
Chris couldn't miss it. The Guv still wouldn't take the bait
though, even though by his reactions she knew he was holding back.
She'd just have to try a little harder...
Gene
had dressed in a white shirt, leaving a few top buttons undone and
hanging a black tie loosely around his collar. He wore his usual
black trousers and some black boots he'd forgotten he had. With his
suit jacket hooked on one finger and hanging over his shoulder, he
thought he looked better than average. He just hoped he'd made
effort enough to let his DI make the first move.
'Well they give
you this ticket wot you take to the bar.' Ray answered as they
stepped in and each collected a stub from the 'Jungle Jane' women
waiting there. Ray pulled open the doors and headed down the steps
eagerly; he was so trained at doing it Ray could probably eye up all
the talent in the first five seconds of arriving. All Gene could
think about though was whether Alex was there, the night would be a
bit pointless if she wasn't.
The pair walked onto the floor of
the club, instantly spotting Chris and Shaz through the crowd. The
place was packed full to the rafters of young, yuppie types dancing
as if they had some kind of physical impairment. Gene had already
scanned the room for Drake to no avail and he was wondering whether
this was worth it. He felt as if he didn't fit in around all these
youngsters, most of them probably not even legally allowed to drink.
Oh well, he thought, I'll give it an hour and then head back to
Luigis for a few.
'I'm going to the bar, want me to get them
in?' Gene offered, dropping his jacket on a chair at the table
Chris, Shaz and Ray had sat down at.
'Yes please Guv, nice one.'
Chris smiled up at him,
'Give us yer bloody tickets then,'
Gene outstretched his hand and took the stubs off the three of them.
'You know it's never my round first, last, or in between,' he
laughed and walked towards the bar, leaving the group wondering what
had got up his backside.
'Going to make me buy my own drink then, Hunt?'
Gene turned, and it seemed as though everything in the room
ground to a halt. The loud, thumping music sounded thick and dull in
his ears, as if he was listening from underwater. There was Alex,
stood with one hand on her hip, a smile on her face and waiting for
an answer. Gene struggled to open his mouth to say anything. She was
dressed in a short, black, strapless dress which began just under her
cleavage line and ended just under her arse. A chunky red belt cut
across her small middle, and her long legs led to a pair of strappy
shoes which encased her slender ankles. Her hair seemed to have a
little les volume than usual and it was a good look. She had also
replaced her bright blue eye shadow with a kind of smoky grey one,
which complemented her dark eyes and seemed to make them bore into
him even more than usual. She couldn't have looked any sexier if
she'd tried. Gene was embarrassed that she'd rendered him
speechless, but hoped his reddening face wouldn't be too obvious in
the dark confines of the club.
'No, er,' He finally answered,
'What can I get for ya?'
'I think I'll have a white wine
please. Oh, here's my ticket-'
'Don't worry about that,'
Gene pushed it back, 'Save it for later, I'll get this.'
A few
moments later the pair carried the drinks back to where everyone was
sat, shuffling up to make room for them. After a few minutes of idle
chat, Shaz piped up, 'Are you going to ask DI Drake to dance then
tonight, Guv?'
Gene was caught off guard; Alex had now turned to
look at him, waiting to hear what he would say.
'Not until I've
had a few more pints,' Gene laughed and slapped Alex on the thigh,
'If you can dance that is.'
'I'll have you know I was a very
talented dancer in my younger days,' Alex smirked, snaking her
ankle around Genes', 'And I reckon I've still got a few tricks
up my sleeve. I've seen Dirty Dancing enough times.'
Gene
looked puzzled but intrigued, and Alex realised the film would not be
released for another six years.
'Forget it... I'll show you
later.' She winked and Ray whispered to Chris,
'I bet she's
a right dirty minx her, she can't wait to get her knickers down for
the Guv.'
Chris giggled and nodded, taking a swig of his beer.
'Have you seen the way he looks at her though, I doubt he'd turn
her down.'
Ray finished off his pint and stood up, 'Right,
time to mingle. I'm not goin' to get any sat here with you lot.'
'Thanks for that, Raymondo,' Gene shouted as Ray disappeared
into the crowd, 'Bloody tit.'
After a minute or two Chris and
Shaz decided to head off onto the dance floor, leaving Gene and Alex
alone.
'My foot's starting to go dead,' commented Gene as
Alex's foot once again curled around his and rubbed slowly up his
leg.
'What are you gonna do to stop me?' Alex questioned, a
twinkle in her eye.
Gene sighed, and leaned forward to talk a
little more privately,
'Look Bolls, don't get me wrong cos
I'm not complaining, but all this,' he glanced down at their
entwined ankles, 'If you were any other bird I'd think you were
up for it.'
'What makes you think I'm any different to another
bird?' asked Alex.
'Cos, you just are,' He struggled to
think of the right words, 'You're a posh bird, you're my DI, I
don't know whether you're playing a game with me or what but
something's got to give soon. I don't know what's goin' on in
that head of yours.'
Alex looked away, her face brightening as
the DJ began playing a classic 80s song, 'Love Action' by the
Human League.
'I love this song!' She said excitedly and took
Gene's hand, 'Dance with me now.'
'You're kidding aren't
ya? I've not had nearly enough booze.' Gene looked very
uncomfortable.
'Oh come on Gene.' Alex stood up and looked
down at him, still holding his hand. 'Scared?'
He was up in a
split-second, feeling like he was going to throw up. He couldn't
dance, nor did he have the desire to, but the chance to get close to
Alex wasn't one he could miss.
She led him to the middle of the
packed dance floor and giggled; he looked so out of place, but so
sexy with it.
'If you laugh, I'm sitting straight back down.'
Gene gulped.
'Relax Gene...' Alex smiled sexily as she started
to dance.
Alex turned her
back to him and moved down his body again, putting her hand back to
his face as she slithered down his body, dancing just for him.
He
wanted her so badly, it was unreal. No woman had ever given him the
'orn like this before. It was as if her old, sensible self had
disappeared and been replaced with this wild animal; there was no
denying that she wanted Gene, and he could see that now.
As that
song finished, the DJ announced it was time for a 'couples dance'.
Gene was about to go and sit back down, positively flushed and very
aroused by the whole experience, but Alex held him back.
'One
more dance, Gene.'
He couldn't refuse. 'Souvenir' by OMD
began to play and Gene watched as the strobe lights ceased, replaced
by soft, round, dancing lights. A lot of people left the stage,
making Gene feel more uncomfortable than ever. He hadn't come this
far to chicken out now.
Gene took Alex's waist and drew her
close to him, as she coiled her arms around his neck and settled her
head into his shoulder. Now was the time, she thought. If she was
going to make a move it should be now.
The pair moved slowly in a
circle, Gene still holding her waist gently.
#My obsession, it's my creation... it's leading me astray...
Their
bodies pressed together, Gene knew at that moment it was more than
sexual tension between them. He cared for Alex, he didn't just want
to shag her, and that, he realised, was the reason why he'd not
ripped her clothes off at the earliest opportunity. That's why she
was different from other birds. Gene leant his head down on hers,
taking in the smell of her hair. But what should he do about it?
Minutes later, still dancing, she lifted her head to face
him.
'Gene...' she whispered into his ear, 'I'm sorry if you
think I've been leading you on. It's just... I want you, and I
was scared you'd refuse.'
Gene moved his head back and looked
into her eyes.
This was it, now or never, yes or no.
'Shall
we get out of 'ere then?' he said after what seemed like a
lifetime. Fuck it, he was taking a chance.
Alex smiled and nodded,
breaking away from him and returning to the table to fetch her bag
and his jacket. She spied Ray in the corner of the room, his mouth
and hands all over some blonde stick insect. Chris and Shaz had
disappeared. Well at least her and Gene could make one move without
being scrutinised by the team as to if they were shagging or not. Now
though, ironically, it looked as if they were about to!
Alex
jogged up the steps of the club and out of the entrance to where Gene
was waiting. He looked at her and without a word they got in the
nearest taxi, heading for Luigis. Neither of them touched the whole
journey home, the tension was unbearable. Gene lit up a cigarette and
wound down the window. After a complaint from the driver, Gene took
his badge out of his pocket and told him he was a DCI and he kept
filth off the streets so he'd have a bloody fag whenever he bloody
well wanted one! The driver said nothing more, but Alex could feel
her skin prickling as Gene asserted his authority. Never before had
his loutish outbursts been sexy, but now, puffing on his cigarette
and both knowing what was coming when they got home, she found it so
incredibly sexy that wherever he was, whoever he was with, he was
always in control. Except, of course, for when he was with her. She
noticed a change in him then, as if he was scared that he wasn't in
control of what was going on, as if she made him slightly nervous
just by standing next to him.
The taxi pulled up outside Luigis
and the driver didn't bother to charge them for the ride. Probably
too scared to.
Alex led the way up the stairs and unlocked her
door as fast as she could. As soon as the door had clicked behind
them Gene grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her against the
wall, slamming his mouth onto hers and sliding his hand around her
neck. She was surprised for about one second until she settled into
the kiss; he was ravenous for her and she wasn't much better. This
is what they had both wanted for a long time, and now it was
happening neither of them wanted to wait around. Alex's tongue
roamed Gene's mouth, the bitter taste of beer and cigarettes but it
was only how she imagined him to taste and it made it all so real.
His hands wandered her body, not wanting to miss out on touching any
part of her. Gene broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. He just
wanted to make sure, one more time. 'You absolutely sure this is
what you want?'
Alex kissed him again, a little softer this
time, and replied, 'I've wanted you for longer than you know,
Gene Hunt.'
He didn't need telling again. He led her into the
bedroom and sat her down on the bed, taking the top of her dress and
pulling it down to reveal her ample breasts. Her nipples hardened as
he took them in his mouth, and Alex moaned as she felt his teeth
graze over and nibble them. Dropping her head back, she let out a
long moan as Gene continued to tug at her nipple with his teeth,
using his free hand to tease Alex's other breast. She raked her
fingers through his fine hair and after a moment they stood again,
she slipped out of her dress, letting it drop to the floor next to
her shoes which she had managed to kick off at some point. Gene
raised his chin and let his hair fall back as Alex began to undo his
shirt. He couldn't believe this was happening; the air was so hot
between them he could barely breathe and with every touch from Alex
he felt his muscles tense and relax again. He let out a slow breath
then pursed his lips as she kissed his neck hungrily, lowering one
hand to rub his hardening cock through his trousers.
'Bloody
hell Drake, you've got me all of a quiver.' He curled his lip and
smiled as she kissed him roughly on the mouth, pushing her hips
towards him and feeling his stiffness rock hard against her.
'I've
only just begun, Hunt.' She whispered in his ear and began to undo
his shirt.
With every button she released Alex kissed Gene's
chest, going further and further down until she reached his belt. He
really did have a nice body, a 'real man's' body as she would
call it. His clothes didn't do him justice though, he was a lot
more slender than she had thought. Alex could almost hear Gene's
heart beating out of his chest as she began to unbuckle him and tore
down the zip. Gene peeled his shirt off his sticky body as Alex
pulled down his trousers and underwear in one and released his
glistening hard on. She planted a kiss on the tip, tasting the salty
fluid which had already gathered at the head and felt Gene's legs
almost buckle from under him. Alex couldn't bear it, she needed his
touch now.
Laying Gene down on the bed, she turned around, facing
the other end. Taking his entire length into her mouth, she let her
tongue glide over his cock as his mouth began to explore her hot
mound, both of them writhing and moaning in unison. Gene grabbed hold
of Alex's arse above him and pulled her further down onto his
mouth, dipping his tongue inside her and back out, making her squirm
and shout for him not to stop. Raising an arm Gene pushed two of his
fingers inside her, making her body rear towards him as she shouted
at the top of her voice.
'Don't you fucking stop, don't
stop!' she twisted her hips and lowered herself even further onto
his fingers as he continued to lick her aching clit. Alex took Gene's
full length into her mouth, tightening her lips around him and
pumping his skin up and down. She felt the head of his cock expand
and knew he was close.
'I want you to come inside me, Hunt.'
Her voice was wild and gravelly as she turned around and crashed her
lips onto his, positioning his cock just at the tip of her entrance.
She took Gene's hands from her body and put them up by his head,
lacing her fingers between his as she lowered her hips onto him. Gene
was sweating with frustration, his brain was mush and he could barely
see straight, he was trying so hard not to come there and then but he
knew he couldn't hold on for long. Her warm tightness encased his
cock in one stroke and he let out a low growl, bucking his hips up to
her as she slid herself up and down on his length. Squeezing his
hands with her own and staring straight into his eyes, Alex moved
faster, tilting her head down and kissing him hard, their tongues
fighting with one another.
'Gene... I'm coming Gene... Don't
stop.'
That was it, a few more strokes and they both came in
unison, their orgasms crashing and rippling through them like they
had never felt before. Their body's felt electric against one
another, Gene felt her shake as the orgasm reached its peak, and he
let himself pump all he had into her, uncontrollably.
*
Gene's
eyes slowly flickered open, squinting at the sunlight which beamed
through the thin nylon curtains and onto his face. His right hand
reached for the bedside table, where he kept his packet of morning
fags, and he wondered why he couldn't find it. It only took a few
more seconds for Gene to realise where he was, and everything that
happened last night came back to him in flashes- his lips on hers,
his hands all over her body...
He moved his head slowly to the
left, where he was almost suffocated by a thick mass of brown curls.
His legs were entwined with hers and tangled in the thin black bed
sheet, which Gene vaguely remembered covering the pair up with last
night before they fell asleep.
Alex Drake, his DI, was fast
asleep on his chest, mouth slightly open, her eyelids making slight
movements as she dreamt.
Bloody hell.
As slowly as he could
Gene pulled his arm out from under her body, holding his breath until
she had settled again, and made his way into the living room. His
jacket was still on the floor next to the door where he'd dropped
it last night, his fag packet sticking out of the pocket. He took one
and lit it, inhaling deeply, before sitting his naked self down at
her kitchen table and wondering how on earth he had let this happen.
He'd had an amazing night and he'd never had better sex, but
surely it was only going to cause problems for them?
He had too
many questions and no coherent answers. Should he wait for her to
wake up, talk to her? What would he say? Morning Bolls, enjoy the
shag? Work as normal then is it?
He shook his head. He was no good
at morning talk. What made it worse was that he didn't want things
to just go back to normal; he'd always wanted this to happen, yes,
but deep down he knew he wanted more!
Finishing his cigarette,
Gene had managed to convince himself that it would be way too awkward
for him to stay, and maybe it would be better if they just got on
with work and forgot about it. He was sure that's what Alex would
want, anyway, everything forgotten. What had happened last night was
purely heat of the moment. Wasn't it?
As quietly as he could, he
gathered his clothes and dressed, taking one last look at Alex from
the doorway and slipping silently out the front door.
'Mornin'
lads, any news on this prossie perv?' Gene burst through the door
and stood with his hands on his hips, chin up, awaiting an
answer.
'Nothing yet, Guv, looks as if he's giving it a rest.
Been over a fortnight since the last killing.' Chris stated and
pointed a thumb back towards the evidence board. 'I've marked out
the locations of all 4 killings on the map, and I think we might have
a pattern forming.'
Gene nodded, pleased. 'Good. Might be able
to catch this bastard before he strikes again then.' He stayed
silent for a few moments, before glancing over to Ray. 'DI Drake
not shown her face yet?'
'No Guv,' Ray replied, chewing on
his gum and chuckling, 'Probably on the rag or summat, like I said
before, how can you give a person with periods that much
responsibility?'
Chris laughed from his desk as Shaz walked in,
catching the tail end of the discussion and scowling at her
boyfriend. Chris fell silent.
'Yeah, well she's caught us a
good few criminals since her arrival and got you out of a few scrapes
– you'd do well to remember that, Carling.' Gene barked,
striding through his office and slamming the door behind him.
'God,
what side of the bed did he fall out of this morning?' Shaz raised
her eyebrows to the lads.
'DI Drake's no doubt,' Ray
grinned, 'I didn't see either of them leave last night, I turned
around and they'd vanished. No wonder she's late if she's been
up all night with the Guv.'
Chris' eyes widened as Alex broke
through the door, letting it crash closed behind her and not batting
an eyelid as she strode across the room and into Gene's office,
again slamming the door in her wake.
'There'll be no doors
left to slam if this carries on,' said Viv with no hint of sarcasm
as he entered the room.
'How
could you Gene? Is this how you treat every woman you sleep with,
creeping out before they even wake up?' Alex stood with both palms
pressed on Gene's desk, staring down at him, demanding an
answer.
Gene opened his mouth to speak but had no idea what to
say. 'Look Bolly-'
'No, don't look Bolls me, I want an
explanation! Did you do what we did last night just to pass the time?
Something you woke up this morning, took one look at me and regretted
so much that you had to leave without speaking to me?'
'NO,'
Gene said, a little louder than intended, 'I didn't regret it, I
don't regret it, I left this morning because I thought YOU might
bloody regret it, alright?' He punched the table, hard.
Alex
immediately softened, shocked by what he had said. When she had woke
this morning and found him gone she had been so mad, and worse than
that- upset. Thinking that he had just had sex with her and then hit
the road because he was ashamed was too much to bear. Especially as
last night to her had meant so much, to see the look in his eyes as
they came together, to feel him gently stroking her head as he held
her afterwards, it had made her see him in a whole different light.
'Oh... well I'm sorry for barging in here like this, but you
must see how it looked.' She stood up straight.
'I know, I
know...' he ran his fingers through his hair, 'Didn't think
things through though did I, just woke up next to you and panicked,
thought you might've wanted to forget all about it.'
'What
would make you think that?'
'Because it's you isn't it.'
He answered, looking up and laughing at the look of annoyance which
had spread across her face. 'You're the posh, sensible, by the
book DI and I'm the impulsive, recklessly handsome DCI.'
Alex
chuckled under her hand, but Gene was deadly serious which made it
even more comical.
'I thought you'd come out with some poncy
rubbish about it being unprofessional, a mistake... I just didn't
wanna hear you say it, that's all.' He looked around the room,
anywhere but her face, well aware that he had just let his guard
down, if only a little bit. For pure distraction he lit another
cigarette.
'Oh, Gene...' Alex made her way around his desk and
sat on the edge of it, right in front of him. 'I know that it is
unprofessional for two work colleagues to be casually shagging, it
takes your eye off the ball and your mind off the job, that's been
proven.'
Gene threw his hands up in the air. He knew she'd
bloody start with this nonsense!
'But,' she took his hand and
held it on her knee, 'two colleagues who are in an actual
relationship and working together, has proven to be effective,
successful and valuable in the workplace.' She stopped there,
waiting for his reaction. What she had just said was a load of drivel
she'd just made up on the spot, but she wanted him to know that
last night was definitely not a mistake and she definitely did
not want to forget it in a hurry.
'What a load of
bollocks.' Gene replied sternly, stubbing out his fag and crossing
his arms.
Alex stuttered, unsure of what to say, squealing as
Gene pulled her off the desk and onto his knee, their lips almost
touching. 'So what you're saying is, you want to be with me,
like, properly?'
Gene's head was down but his eyes were up,
staring straight into hers.
#The
man with the child in his eyes...
'Well,' she
whispered, sliding a hand around his face, 'I've wanted you for
so long and I didn't know how to say it. I guess I just don't
want it to end. Not yet, anyway.'
Gene's shoulders seemed to
relax. He was relieved.
'Me neither, Bolly.'
'Me neither
Bolls, what?' Alex pouted, her eyes flicking from his lips to his
eyes.
He coughed, uncomfortable. 'Well, I don't see why
anything needs to change, you won't get any special treatment,
mind.'
'What? Not even a little bit?' she put out her bottom
lip and Gene pressed his mouth to hers, a slow growl emerging from
his throat as he kissed her passionately.
There was a loud knock
at the door and Alex immediately fell to the ground, instinctively
crawling under Gene's desk, stifling a giggle.
'Er, who is it,
I'm busy.' Gene barked, straightening his tie.
'It's your
Super Intendent actually, but if you're too busy Mr. Hunt-'
'NO,
no, come in Sir.'
The greying and sour faced Super opened the
door and clicked it sharply shut behind him.
'I've just been
taking a look around the Department, Mr Hunt, and I must say I am not
impressed by what I've seen.'
Gene stood, not bothering to
move any closer, he couldn't anyway, Alex was still crouching by
his feet. 'What exactly was it that got your attention, Sir?'
'Just
a few things, mainly the presentation of your staff who's feet seem
to be permanently rooted to the tops of their desks, the case of this
so called Ripper who's still tearing his way around London- what
are you doing about that?'
'Actually Sir, my DI is out at this
very moment working on some very promising leads regarding the
Ripper, and my two DS' are just on their way out to assist her.'
'Really.' He didn't look convinced. 'I've had some complaints about this department, Gene, and obviously I want everything ironed out as quickly and quietly as possible.' The Super made as if to leave then turned back, his hand on the doorknob. 'I'll expect to see you in my office at 9am tomorrow, Hunt. We can go over any problems then. Wouldn't like to go into depth here, what with the amount of ears there are around.' His eyes flicked to the desk and back to Gene's face in a flash, so quickly he couldn't decide whether the Super knew someone was under the desk or not.
'Yes sir.' Gene struggled to hide his smile as he came around the desk and closed the door behind him. After a few seconds Alex sheepishly lifted her head and peeped over the desk at Gene, who was stood by the door, hands in pockets, grinning.
'He knew I was here.'
Gene nodded. 'He knew someone was here.'
Alex stood up and brushed herself down, moving around the desk to him. 'We'll just have to be more careful next time.'
Gene placed his hands on her waist, pulling her towards him. 'So'yu definitely want to carry on then?'
Alex paused, then ran her hand over his crotch. 'If last night was anything to go by, then yes, I definitely want it to carry on.'
