Chapter 4
As it turned out the shops were quieter than she expected and she made it back to the flat by two, just as a few stray flakes of snow began to drift down from a leaden sky. She stashed the food away in the kitchen, sniggering to herself as she placed the turkey in the bottom of the fridge and debated whether the Guv was a breast or a leg man. Probably a big fan of both she decided with a knowing smirk, and then reminded herself not to expect too much. He had just been shot, after all.
She hadn't bothered with a tree but she had some fun decorating the room with the tinsel and greenery she'd bought, making sure to place the bunch of mistletoe in a prominent position. At the very least she might get a Christmas kiss or two and just the thought set off butterflies in her stomach again.
Reaching for the big jar of mincemeat, she smiled sadly to herself. When had she last made mince pies? Her mother had always been too busy to cook much but she and Evan had had some fun in the kitchen during the build up to Christmas. Pushing the memories to one side, she determined to enjoy herself and got stuck in.
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By the time she heard the now familiar rap at the door the kitchen table was covered in flour and bits of leftover pastry and she was just putting the finishing touches to the second tray of pies as the oven warmed up. The radio was blasting out Christmas songs and she wiped her hands before turning it off and went to let him in.
He stood on the threshold looking slightly awkward and clutching an overnight bag, and for a second she was overcome with nerves at the enormity of the occasion. She'd invited Gene to spend Christmas with her. Was she mad? She realised the snow was coming down more heavily now, clinging to his hair and creating a light dusting over his shoulders while he waited patiently on the doorstep.
"Sorry, where are my manners? Come on in and get warm. I've been baking, but I'm almost done."
He smirked at the sight of her flushed cheeks, dropping the bag inside the door and removing his jacket before following her in the direction of the kitchen.
"I could've guessed that, Bols."
She glanced round to see him leaning casually against the door frame looking rumpled and gorgeous, his eyes glinting with amusement, his shirt open at the neck, and she swallowed hard, imagining running her fingers over that lovely smooth chest.
"Hmmm?"
"Yer've got flour all over yer face, woman."
As he sauntered across the room she recalled wiping her hand across her damp forehead and rubbing her nose, and realised what a sight she must look. He stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body, and she leaned back against the table, worried that her treacherous legs might give way.
Gently, he tilted her chin up and her heart fluttered as she gazed into those hypnotic silver blue eyes.
"There's some here …"
He leaned in and pressed his lips gently to her forehead and her eyes fluttered closed.
"And here …"
Tenderly he kissed both her eyelids in turn.
"Jeez, the bloody stuff gets everywhere …"
He rubbed the tip of his nose teasingly against hers.
"There's even some here …"
Slowly he ran his tongue along her lower lip and she thought she might just melt into a pool of goo at his feet.
"And if a job's worth doin' …"
His arms circled her waist as his mouth finally covered hers and she sighed as his tongue began a slow, tantalising exploration. He tasted even better than she remembered and she lost herself completely in his kiss, all nerves forgotten.
"Gene … need to touch you …"
As he placed a trail of hot kisses down her throat she began to pop the buttons on his shirt, fumbling in her eagerness to find bare smooth skin. Tugging the offending garment out of his trousers, she ran her hands over his naked chest and pushed it back off his shoulders revealing the bandage covering his wound.
"God, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? I almost forgot …"
The fire in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
"Can hardly feel it today. Now shut up and let me concentrate, woman."
The corner of his mouth twitched and she bit her lip, gazing up at him seductively.
"Yes, Guv."
He lifted her onto the table and moved between her thighs, his voice a low lustful growl close to her ear.
"And if the soddin' phone rings, we ignore it. OK?"
"Yes, Guv. Whatever you say, Guv."
She gasped as he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and yanked it up over her head, freeing her from the sleeves before pausing to enjoy the vision in front of him. His heated gaze raked over her luscious curves and she raised a silent prayer to the virtues of black silk underwear.
"No idea what yer've done ter deserve it but merry Christmas anyway, Genie Boy."
His lips traced the curve of one breast while a hand moved up her body to cup the other, his thumb sliding over the taut bud, and she moaned softly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. Reaching round, he unclasped her bra with practised ease before slipping it over her shoulders and dropping it on top of the ever-growing pile of clothes.
"Beautiful …"
His mouth closed over a straining nipple and she gasped, arching towards him, the teasing actions of his lips and tongue sending little ripples of pleasure down through her belly as the moisture pooled between her thighs.
"Oh God … Gene … "
She held him close, rubbing herself lasciviously against the obvious bulge in his trousers and delighting in the friction it caused, but he was having none of it.
"Need yer, luv. Can't wait any longer …"
He helped her wriggle out of her jeans and she fell onto her back as he dragged her knickers down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder leaving her naked apart from a pair of woolly socks. Through a haze of lust she was dimly aware that she was lying in a mess of dried flour and pastry but at that moment she really couldn't have cared less.
As Gene freed himself from his boxers with some relief, her eyes widened in appreciation and she raised a teasing eyebrow.
"Wow. No idea what you've done to deserve it but merry Christmas, Alex."
He grinned wickedly, two fingers delving into her heated centre while he teased her with his thumb, caressing her intimately while she squirmed in pleasure, her hands gripping the edges of the table.
"Gene! Please … don't stop …"
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his impressive length, filling her with one slick stroke, and she moaned throatily as her body adjusted, arching her back and winding her legs around his thighs. He began to move, slowly at first, finding an angle and a rhythm to suit them both, and as he thrust harder Alex felt the sweet heat blooming inside her. She couldn't get enough of him, moaning and gasping, the torment of the last few seconds dissolving into an unstoppable wave of ecstasy that ripped through her body leaving her boneless, fluid, floating.
Somewhere in the distance she heard him groan in triumph as he finally exploded deep inside her before burying his face in her neck.
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For a little while neither of them spoke, content to bask in the afterglow and wait for their heart rates to return to something approaching normal, and then slowly he lifted himself off her and fell backwards into a chair, his hand caressing her naked thigh.
"Bloody hell, Bols. What took us so long?"
She sat up and stretched, her whole body still tingling with the aftershocks.
"No idea. Worth the wait, though."
He chuckled, looking her up and down and picking a bit of dried pastry off her hip.
"Yer really are a dirty girl, aren't yer?"
She smirked, knowing exactly what a state she must look and not caring one little bit.
"I'll just have to go for a shower, then. Where I'll be naked. And wet. And soapy. And did I mention naked?"
The wicked glint in his eye set her pulse racing all over again.
"Seems yer can't be trusted ter look after yerself, woman, so I'd better come and scrub yer back."
She slid off the table and headed in the direction of the bathroom, glancing flirtatiously back over her shoulder.
"Don't forget to bring your big loofah, Guv …"
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Hope you enjoyed this festive offering. I'm sure Alex did! ;)
A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everybody who's taken the time to read and review my efforts this year. It really is appreciated. xx
