Well, here it is at long last. The festivities may be long over and done with for most of us, but Bolly-Kecks seems to have other ideas!
Many thanks to those who have been kind enough to leave reviews, and apologies again for keeping you waiting so long for the conclusion. In my defence, ongoing health issues have made writing difficult in recent months, but playing with these two is always fun.
Without further ado …
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Chapter 3
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Alex lay on her back, gnawing at her bottom lip and staring at the ceiling. She'd finally made her decision, the only possible one given the circumstances, but that didn't make it any easier. Her stomach clenched and her mouth went dry when she considered the enormity of the step she was about to take. What if he turned her down? How would they possibly be able to carry on, as colleagues and friends? She'd have no choice but to put in for a transfer, and that was the last thing she wanted. Failure wasn't an option, and that was all there was to it.
Next to her, Gene twitched and the rhythm of his breathing altered. Nerves stretched taut, she waited as he cleared his throat, rolled over and slowly levered himself into a sitting position, glancing around the room in an attempt to reorient himself. His shoulders slumped and he ran a hand haphazardly through his hair before staggering to his feet with a grunt. Surely he wasn't about to leave without a word?
"Gene?"
Her voice rose in panic, and she cursed inwardly. Desperation. Really classy, Alex.
"Call of nature, Bols. Go back ter sleep."
Yawning, he shuffled off in the direction of the bathroom, and she released the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. Throwing back the duvet, she turned onto her side and waited.
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He stood stock still in the middle of the room and stared at her, clearly befuddled both by sleep and the situation.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the bed?"
She kept her tone light, hoping he wouldn't read too much into the gesture. Dropping his chin to his chest, he swayed back on his heels and blew out a long breath: even though she couldn't make out his expression, his indecision was palpable, and she metaphorically crossed her fingers.
"Fine. No funny business, tho."
"Scout's honour, Guv."
As he turned his back and began to divest himself of his trousers, she sent a silent prayer of thanks heavenwards. The mattress dipped as he took his place next to her, tugging the duvet up around his midriff and settling back against the pillow.
For a while they lay there, close but not touching, while she worked up the courage to put the next stage of her plan into action. Tentatively, she slid her foot in his direction until it brushed against his hair roughened leg. He flinched but said nothing, clearly assuming the contact had been accidental. Hardly daring to breathe, she trailed her toes teasingly down the length of his calf and back up again: there was no way he could interpret that as anything but a deliberate gesture. He cleared his throat.
"What are yer doin', Alex?"
His voice was gruff, but he didn't pull away. Time to press her advantage.
"Hmmm. Not entirely sure, but I think it might come under the heading of 'funny business'."
Daringly, she slid her leg in between his and raised herself up onto one elbow so she could look down into his face.
"I was never a boy scout, sadly."
He watched her, his silver-grey eyes wary, trademark pout firmly in place. A muscle ticked in his jaw, betraying his sense of unease. Ignoring the hammering of her heart, she walked her fingers slowly up his chest.
"I've remembered what I said last night. I know I'd had a lot to drink, but it was the truth: I do want you, Gene." She forced herself to hold his gaze. "And just so we're clear, I'm stone cold sober now."
She waited a beat, just long enough for him to absorb her words, then dipped her head and pressed her lips to his.
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Her initial efforts to coax a response proved unsuccessful: his mouth remained set in a firm line, and she could feel the tension vibrating through his body. Only one thing for it: she needed to up the ante, preferably before her confidence dwindled away entirely. Lying half on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest, she ran her tongue slowly, teasingly along the seam of his lips. Still nothing, so she repeated the gesture. This time she was rewarded with a low rumbling growl and then, to her immense relief, his resistance finally crumbled. With a hum of approval, she took advantage, exploring his mouth: tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence as he began to respond, his tongue entwining with hers in a sensual dance.
She was intoxicated by the thrill of it: he tasted of sin, and single malt and something uniquely, irresistibly him. Kissing Gene Hunt felt surprisingly natural and utterly right: barely restrained passion simmered just beneath the surface as their mouths melded together; an erotic promise of so much more to come. One arm snaked around her waist, clasping her tightly against him, while his free hand gently cupped the back of her head. On and on they went, snogging like a couple of randy teenagers, until her toes were curling and the blood began to sizzle in her veins. When they finally broke apart, she was dizzy with desire and the lack of oxygen, but he gave her little time to catch her breath.
A split second later, she found herself flat on her back with 15 stones of horny DCI on top of her. Pinning her hands above her head, he settled between her thighs, his gaze locking on to hers. The squeak of protest died on her lips as she quailed under the intense scrutiny: his brilliant blue eyes blazed hot enough to incinerate the sheets. Seemed she'd been playing with fire, and now she was about to get well and truly burned.
"Last chance ter change your mind."
His voice was thick with lust, and yet still he insisted on playing the gentleman. She could feel the hard ridge of his trapped erection pressing against her belly and her whole body began to tremble with anticipation. Change her mind? No. Bloody. Way. Biting her lip, she shook her head slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact, but he wasn't about to let her off that easily.
"Need ter hear the words, Alex."
God, she adored the sound of her name on his lips.
"Make love to me, Gene. And don't hold back."
His shoulders were rigid with tension but still he stared down into her face, as if seeking final confirmation in her eyes. Undaunted, she held his gaze without flinching, and was finally rewarded with a barely perceptible nod. Without warning, his mouth slammed down on hers and this time the kiss was demanding, possessive, almost brutal in its intensity. Head spinning, she surrendered willingly to the passionate assault, squirming restlessly against him.
When they finally came up for air, he released her hands and groped for the front of her blouse. Frantically they undressed one another, discarded clothing forming an ever growing pile on the floor until they were both wonderfully, gloriously naked. His mouth was everywhere then: nipping at her throat; trailing hot kisses along her collarbone; sucking enthusiastically on a straining nipple, each perfect graze of his teeth sparking pulses of wicked heat low in her belly. When his coaxing fingers slid between her thighs, relentlessly stroking and teasing, she could wait no longer.
"Please, Gene. Please!"
She knew she sounded desperate, wanton, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Nothing mattered but the nagging ache deep inside, and the wild uncontrollable urge to be taken, filled, possessed.
He took pity on her at last, replacing his fingers with his hard length. As he began to ease his way inside, she gasped out a startled breath. Immediately, he froze.
"Am I hurtin' you?"
"No. God, no. Don't stop!"
Relief flitted across his face, and she caught a flash of pride in the depths of his eyes. With good cause, it seemed. Pete hadn't been particularly well endowed and she'd had no idea what she was missing until now. Bigger in all departments indeed.
Reassured, he continued to push forward, stretching her, filling her utterly and completely. By the time he was fully immersed, she was already teetering on the edge of wondrous oblivion. He paused, his fiery gaze fixed on hers, and suddenly there was nowhere to hide. She felt raw, exposed, vulnerable.
"Gene …"
Her voice trembled, and his expression softened.
"I know."
He began to move in earnest then, withdrawing slowly and advancing hard and fast, and she gripped his biceps as each powerful thrust drove her relentlessly onwards. Wanton noises of encouragement fell from her lips as she moulded her hips to his, taking everything he had to give. Finally, inevitably, she shattered beneath him, overwhelmed by a climax so powerful it shook her to the very core. Her body was still shuddering through the aftershocks when he gave up the fight, exploding deep inside her with a groan of pure pleasure.
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Gene's arms gave way and he collapsed onto his elbows, burying his face in her neck, his chest heaving as he battled to suck oxygen into his lungs. Alex stroked her fingers through his silky mane, her head spinning, the blood pounding in her ears. Her limbs felt heavy, her body sated, her scattered thoughts slowly coalescing as she floated somewhere above her body in a haze of bliss. Talk about the earth moving: she was amazed the whole building hadn't collapsed into rubble around them. Best. Sex. Ever.
After a long while, the man responsible grunted and rolled onto his back, taking her along with him. She snuggled into the crook of his arm with a contented sigh.
"Bloody hell!"
There was something approaching awe in his gruff tone. Turning her head, she pressed a kiss against his shoulder.
"Mmmm. Not bad for a first attempt, Guv."
Not bad for any attempt, but no need to share that quite yet. Tracing circles on his bare chest with one finger, she realised she hadn't yet had the chance to properly examine a naked Gene Hunt in all his glory. Which was something she planned to remedy very soon.
"By the way, you owe me a shirt, Bols."
"I do?"
"Uh huh. Seein' as yer tore the last one ter shreds."
She smirked. Slight exaggeration, but she was happy to go along with it.
"What can I say? I couldn't wait to get your kit off."
"Understandable."
He sounded unbelievably smug. She sniffed dismissively.
"Well, seeing as you ripped my knickers off, I reckon we're even, don't you?"
His grunt was a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
"Don't recall hearin' any complaints at the time."
"Yes, well, I may have been slightly distracted."
She buried her face in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent that would now forever be associated with incredible sex.
"Gene?"
"Hmmm?"
"Have you got any plans for the day? If not, maybe we could go out for brunch. And then spend the afternoon in bed …"
He didn't reply immediately, and she held her breath. Suddenly, it seemed very important that he wasn't intent on rushing off.
"Bit of paperwork, then the pub. Like your plan better, though."
Something approaching joy swelled in her heart.
"Oh, I don't know."
She shifted onto her elbow, gazing down into his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were closed, familiar pout once more in place.
"I could come with you, catch up with some stuff of my own. And your office does have a nice big sturdy desk, of course."
"Filthy mare."
Her lips curved into an indulgent smile.
"Would you have me any other way?"
She stroked an errant lock of hair back off his forehead, and his eyelids fluttered open. He regarded her from under insanely long lashes, and the predatory gleam in his eyes sent a frisson of arousal skittering down her spine.
"Oh, I intend ter have yer in every possible way, Lady Bols. After I've had another kip, that is."
He closed his eyes again, settling back against the pillow with a sigh, a little smirk tugging at his lips. Bastard, she thought fondly. He knew full well she could never resist a challenge. Reaching beneath the duvet, she wrapped her fingers around his burgeoning erection, gratified to feel it swell in her hand.
"You quite sure about that, Guv?"
He groaned theatrically.
"So bloody demandin'. I swear yer'll be the death of me, woman."
She did eventually allow him to catch up on his sleep. Later. Much later …
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Lucky Alex, that's all I can say! *sigh*
Big thanks to those who've stuck with this one – hope you enjoyed, despite the long gaps in posting! If so, please leave me a quick review, they really do make my day.
No idea whether there'll be more fics from me in the future: life is somewhat unpredictable at present, and I've got a novel to try and finish! Never say never, tho. That seems like a sensible motto at present. :)
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