Thanks to all who have favourited and reviewed! As requested here is Chapter 2...hope you enjoy! Please R&R
For my sisters who know how to make you turn a frown upside down.
Oh and I do not own Ashes...it belongs to other people!
Please note this has now changed to M rated!
Oh God that feels good...
She's pressed against his desk, he's nuzzling behind her ear and she can hear his groans of appreciation as she grinds her arse against his crotch. His hand slowly slides around her side pushing up under her blouse and for a brief moment she hopes that the hardness she can feel poking her arse cheek is not the Quattro keys! His hand makes its way up her stomach and slips under the cup of her bra...
The sound of a file being dropped on her desk disturbs the inevitable nipple stroking.
"Are you ok ma'am, you look a bit flushed"
"I'm fine, thanks Shaz just a few too many last night"
The young WPC walked away with a concerned look on her face. Shit, she must've dozed off at her desk again! Stupid champagne, it always gives her the world's worst hangover! Of course, the only reason she had drank so much was to try and banish the notion of wanting to take Gene up to her flat and show him what he's missing! He had disappeared early on with no explanation just after she had returned from the ladies; he simply downed the last of his pint and said "See you in the morning BollyKecks , oh and don't you dare show up with an 'angover"
Today, he's being really distant with her...none of the usual flirtation or banter; he's hardly even acknowledged her existence. Something has changed since last night but she doesn't know what? He didn't open the bloody letter so it can't be that, maybe he's annoyed that she's come in hung over when he specifically told her not to. Men, why can't they ever just tell you what the problem is, have it out and then be done with it! Sighing in frustration she went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Walking past his office she noticed his head was in his hands as he stared intently at the desk with a solemn look in his face.
Clearly something had happened and her heart began to ache at the sight of him looking so lost...she continues on her path and decides The Guv could do with a cup of tea...and maybe a blow job.
Sitting in Luigi's last night was bloody torture; he couldn't have picked a worse moment to have an emotional epiphany! The drunker she got, the bigger his semi got as her eyes slowly became tired and full of mischief. Every time she licked her lips he imagined what it would be like to have those lips on his as his hands travelled her sexy body, drawing her closer to him.
Christ, he hoped she felt the same and he knew the only way to find out was to get that bloody letter; otherwise he was in serious danger of being rushed to casualty with the worse case of blue balls ever recorded.
For a while, he sat there wondering how he would go about retrieving it and chuckling to himself somewhat at the undertones of having a good old rummage in Alex's drawers. Then, as fortune would have it, she stood up – rather drunkenly – to excuse herself; she proceeded to knock all of the letters onto the floor as she grabbed the table cloth in a vain attempt to steady herself.
Damn, he knew this was his opportunity; she would be too drunk to notice if he took one. He nodded for her to keep going as he reached down to pick them up and when her back was completely turned he discreetly slipped the envelope with his name on it inside his coat pocket. As soon as she returned he practically ran out of the trattoria!
And now here he is, sat at his desk staring at it as if waiting for it to suddenly open itself! He had wrestled with his conscious all night, Bolly had asked him only to open it upon her departure and he was getting ready to betray her trust. His head fell into his hands, confused and lost – all he wanted to know was if she needed him too and the stubborn mare would never admit it to his face! Of course, as predicted she turned up late with a shitty hangover – despite him telling her otherwise – so fortunately she was keeping her distance for fear of getting a bollocking. Which was a good thing considering she was wearing a skirt and knee high boots; she may be nuttier than squirrel shit but she definitely knew how to dress to impress!
As he spotted her walking toward the kitchen, he cursed himself for being such a nancy and with a final sigh he tore at the bastard envelope. His eyes widened in shock and his mouth fell open as he briefly glanced over the paper.
"Christ on a bike..."
