IT KILLED THE CAT.
Alex strode through the deserted corridors of Fenchurch East. After spending a rare evening away from her colleagues, she had arrived home only to discover she'd left her keys at work and given that it was 2am, Luigi had long since closed up and gone to bed.
Pushing open the doors into the inner sanctum of CID, Alex moved straight towards her desk. The office, usually bustling with activity felt strange, the silence was almost deafening. Sitting down and opening her desk drawer, Alex quickly located her keys on top of the files; she pocketed them and gently shut the drawer. Sitting briefly in the dim light with the quiet surrounding her, Alex felt strangely tense. Paying attention to the office properly for the first time since she walked in, Alex quickly realised what it was.
Sitting, (or perhaps more correctly slouching) in the lion's den was the Manc Lion himself. Peering in through his open door, Alex saw Gene Hunt stretched out in all his glory, snoring softly in his chair, half-finished scotch sitting on the desk in front of him. Walking into his office, Alex moved around the desk and leaned over him.
Being able to really look at her glorious leader wasn't a pastime she allowed herself normally, mainly because he or someone else was always around to notice, and the last thing she needed was one of the children who comprised of CID to start harassing her about it and if Gene himself noticed and commented on it, that would either lead to a shouting match or she'd accidentally blurt out something she had no intention of ever telling anyone. But this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.
Stretched out and oblivious, he looked gorgeous, the usual tie was lying crumpled on the desk, and the top button of his white shirt was open, allowing the shirt to gape open at his neck. In addition, Gene had rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, and his hands were resting on the arms of his chair. Almost holding her breath, Alex edged closer to him, his face, usually stern, was strangely peaceful and relaxed. Resting on his cheeks were long, almost feminine eyelashes. Lashes that framed those eyes. Dragon's eyes, Alex thought, changing colour with his mood. Flinty-grey when he was angry about something, but most of the time a clear blue-green, and just sometimes, usually after a few drinks at Luigi's, Gene would look at her with those eyes and they would be a silvery-green, but at those moments it wasn't the colour that struck her, it was the emotion, lying there in the depths - just thinking about it made her shiver.
Shaking herself, Alex moved her attention. Never before had she been attracted to a man with longer hair. She'd always been a fan of the short back and sides, something neat and tidy, but the longer style worked on Gene, the way it shone golden in sunlight and when it fell out of place during one of their numerous arguments her fingers itched to smooth it back into place.
Alex pulled back, trying to distance herself from both her thoughts and the man who induced them. What was Gene doing here at this time anyway? She knew he often worked later than the rest of the team, but usually not of his own. Glancing at the clock which now showed it was 2.30, Alex decided it was time for both of them to go home. Moving closer to him again, Alex touched Gene's hand to wake him, he didn't stir. Lightly running her hand up his bare arm, Alex leant in and called his name, "Gene", this time he softly smiled but didn't move. "Gene", she repeated, he mumbled something, but all she caught was her name. "What was that?" "I said go back to sleep Alex" he murmured, clearer this time. Alex rocked back slightly shocked. Lifting her hand off his arm she was shocked again when at the loss of contact, Gene's other hand quickly grabbed hers and ran his thumb over her knuckles. Recovering, Alex smirked, the big, tough DCI, deep in his slumber was obviously dreaming about her and not in a quick 'Wham bam thank you mam' way that she would have expected. Trying to tug her hand away, Alex found that Gene had a very strong grasp on it. Alex decided that a different tact was necessary.
Drawing in closer, leaning in so she could reach his ear, Alex ran her free hand down the side of Gene's face, across his chin and up the other side to his hairline, her palm resting on his cheek as she whispered to him, "Gene, sweetheart we need to get up", "No we don't, its a Sunday, we can stay here all day if we want to, now go back to sleep woman" he paused for a moment "Or at least do something useful" he sleepily grumbled back at her. "Something useful!" she huffed at him, even asleep he was getting on her nerves! Gene shifted in his chair, still holding onto her hand. Turning his head slightly, Alex didn't realise what he intended until it was too late, Gene pressed a soft lingering kiss to her lips before resettling himself "You're a clever girl Bols, I'm sure you can think of something" sinking deeper into his chair, his breathing became even again.
Oh she could think of something alright. Buoyed by the fact that no one else was around and that Gene himself was deep in what seemed an impenetrable sleep, Alex decided to have a little fun before she attempted waking her DCI again. Tracing the edge of his face again back to her starting point, Alex placed a gentle kiss next to his ear, just behind his sideburn, she inhaled deeply before drawing back. Man-stink he had termed it, but he was right, she liked it, even if she wouldn't admit it in the light of day. Gene smelled like a man should, and no matter how many cigarettes he had, or if he'd had enough whiskey to bathe in, she could still smell that intoxicating scent. Sometimes when they were arguing, she invaded his personal space, not to push her point through, but just to catch a whiff of him.
Moving her head, Alex kissed him again, this time on his neck, below his ear, her tongue trailing over his skin, tasting him. Pulling back, Alex looked carefully into his face watching to see if he may be waking up. There was no movement, he was relaxed to the point that even the earlier smile had gone. Feeling that gave her free reign to continue her exploration safely Alex raised her hand and smoothed back his hair, running her fingers though the stray locks as she put them back into place. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Alex's fingers moved down his face once more and continued down his neck and rested on the open 'v' of his shirt. Curling her fingers slightly into him, Alex moved back into him, she kept her eyes on Gene's lips, the lips that such a short time ago had sleepily pressed against her own. Closing her eyes to again inhale his scent just before she made contact, she brushed her lip against his, and then again, as she opened her eyes, only to see those silvery-green eyes open and staring at her.