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"Alex." "Gene, oh god"
"Alex" Gene said it somewhat more urgently, "Your bloody bed is stabbin' me."
"What? Oh, sorry" she was breathing hard, "what…want...do?" He was propped against the headboard, Alex had been straddling him for some time, her hands gripping the headboard, she was so close.
"Over you go" he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, settling between her legs, "Now, back to the business at hand." His left arm pulled her right leg up and over his shoulder and he kissed the inside of her thigh, gently licking, finding a wet trail, he followed it up, dragging his tongue, then teeth, over her clit. She shuddered, and she wrapped her left leg around him. His mouth found her tit, slowly kissing, pulling at it. Then the other. Her hands reached low, he was hard, wet from before, and she put her hand around him, gently squeezing. Moaning her name, he entered, thrusting slowly at first, getting back the rhythm they'd lost after headboard had stabbed him in the back, then faster, harder. He knew she liked that. Her hands moved over his chest, his neck, in his hair, always moving. She arched and he knew he had her, he could feel her spilling over him, "Gene, more!" clenching, pulsing, "Oh god, Alex, bloody hell… can't..." He pushed himself up on the bed, "Alex, look at me," he breathed. Her eyes opened, caught in his as he lost control, groaning and shaking, falling back to the bed.
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Half hour later Alex was shaking him awake. "Gene, we do have to work today."
"Oh, bugger," he said sleepily. The morning shag was his favorite part. Even if she decided to boot him out, he may have to talk her into keeping this part going. "You need a new bed," he said into the sheets. They had fallen back asleep where they had landed, with their feet at the wrong end. "That bloody thing stabbed me. What the hell is it made out of?"
"Oh, let me see" she was surprised to find a large scratch in his back near the right shoulder, apparently from an errant piece of bamboo, or wicker, or whatever the hell her bed was made out of. Ugh, the eighties, she thought, not for the first time. "Want me to put something on it?"
"No, it'll be fine, but seriously, that thing is dangerous."
She looked at it, "I can get more pillows," she offered.
"They didn't quite help" he half scowled.
She threw him an accommodating smile as she got out of bed. "I'm going to have a quick shower. You make the coffee?"
"Didn't we shower last night?" he smirked.
"Yes, and how many times have we shagged since then?" she asked, smirking back.
"Dunno, more than once." Three, he thought to himself. She threw a pillow at him.
"How long do you think you can keep up this pace, anyway?" she said from the bathroom.
"Long as you can, Randyknickers" he shouted back, as she closed the door.
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Dressed and ready to go, they stood at the door of her flat.
"Gene, we can't walk in together."
"Why not?"
"Gene," she gave him an exasperated look.
"Oh, OK." He made an annoyed face. "I'll go. You can come half hour later."
"What? Then I'll be late."
"D'You want me to be late? I'm the boss!"
"That's why I should go first," she explained. "You can come in late. If I'm late everyone will probably think I'm hungover."
"You probably are" he looked down his face at her, narrowing his eyes.
"Gene."
"Bloody hell. Oh all right," he gave in. "I'll come in half hour after you. OK?"
Alex walked the few short blocks to work, saying hello as she pushed open the doors. Not five minutes later Gene walked through the same doors, avoiding Alex's deadly look.
"Morning all. Bad guys to catch today. Maybe bad girls too. Let's get on with it. I'd like an update in 20 minutes." He went into his office and shut the door.
When he came out Alex was on the phone. She nodded to Ray to go ahead.
"Forensics on the flat. Fibres matching those on both victims came from a rug found in the flat. Also, traces of heroin were found on the kitchen table. Tests also came back on the heroin. Found cyanide in it. Definitely murder. Flat was let to a Jonas Weaver. Don't expect him to show up after leaving a dead guy. Have a car there anyway. But, he has another flat 4 streets away. Uniform has had it staked out all night. No sign of 'im yet."
"Let's go catch the bastard, then!" Ray and Chris got up, but Alex was still on the phone. "Drake! Move yer arse!" She held up one finger, and he leaned over her desk, glaring at her slightly, "Let's. Go. Now."
"I was on the phone" she spat, glaring right back. She followed the three of them down the hall.
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Pulling up at the scene, uniform came over "He's in there, from the description we got from the landlord anyway. Showed up about fifteen minutes ago. Alone."
"Alright, Ray, let's go kick the door down. Uniform, backup."
Alex argued against it. "Do you really think kicking to door down is necessary? How big is this guy, do we think he's armed?"
Ray shook his head, "Every bloody time." Chris stood waiting for it to end.
"Yes." Gene answered, clearly annoyed at her. "Ray. Let's."
Once inside the flat, Gene picked up the suspect and threw him at the wall. "You're nicked. No more killing boys on my patch, scum." For added emphasis, he threw in a knee to the bollocks. Alex flinched. "Ray, drag this pond scum down to a car and get 'im to the station. We'll question 'im there." Alex pushed past him to follow Ray down the stairs, glaring at him, disgusted, but not saying anything.
"Great nick, Guv," Ray said, when they were on their way back to the station. Alex was silent the whole drive.
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"What the hell was that, Gene!" Alex was trailing him down the hallway, shouting at him. They had just finished questioning Weaver, eventually getting him to confess.
"A bit o' rough and tumble, that's all. Works every time when they're guilty, Drake. Haven't you learned anything by being here?" He turned to face her down. "He's scum."
They kept walking, arguing.
Viv shook his head behind the desk as his superiors walked past, shouting at each other. New year, same old, same old he thought.
"Gene, if you don't get him a brief, and soon, everything he told you in that room, while being threatened by Ray, I might add, is going to be thrown out."
"Christ, Drake, his brief's on the way, and I don't care anyway!" he spat out. "Ray heard back from forensics on this one already, now that everyone's bloody back to work. Traces of heroin matching that in the victims. Carpet fibres on him, matching the victims. It's done. Confession, evidence, solid nick. Now stop shoutin' at me." At that he turned into his office and shut the door.
Alex went back to her desk and sat down, irritated with Gene, and herself. It had been a great weekend, but this could not seriously go on. He was a pig-headed bully and she couldn't do this. That was it, no more invites upstairs, she told herself.
"Ma,am" Shaz interrupted her thoughts. "Telephone for you."
"What? Oh, ok." Alex picked up her phone, chatted briefly and hung up. "Shaz, I have to step out for a bit, if….anyone is looking for me, tell them I'll be back in an hour."
"OK Inspector" Shaz smiled at her.
Soon as she walked out the door, DCI Hunt was standing at Shaz's desk. "Where did D.I. Drake go, Granger?"
"She didn't say, Sir. She just said to tell anyone looking for her she'd be back in an hour."
Gene scowled, at Granger then at the door. Bloody birds. Still, it had aggravated him before when she was angry with him. Now, he was surprised to realize, it really stuck in his gut. He went back in his office and sat behind the desk.
"Guv!" Ray burst in "Looks like Weaver may have had an accomplice – someone else just went into the first flat. Uniform were waiting for him to leave to pick him up and he fired at them."
"Shots! Let's go Ray. Chris! Granger tell Drake when she decides to show up to get her bony arse to the scene!"
"'K, Guv."
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Gene watched Alex get out of the squad car, and he momentarily lost focus. She looked bloody great in her skirt, in her boots. He wanted her right there. Why did they fight so much? He thought about lifting up her skirt, his hands sliding her knickers down…was she even wearing them? He couldn't tell.
"Gene, what's going on here?" Her voice broke into his thoughts.
"Nice of you to joins us. Gunman inside, one hostage. Likely accomplice of our scummy friend Weaver."
She ignored the verbal slap. "Who's the hostage?"
"Delivery. Stupid git. Walked right into it." Ray offered.
"Do you want me to try to talk to him? See if we can get the hostage out first?"
"Yes. I do." He was irritated by the entire situation. At her, at himself for letting this happen, at the bloody idiot hostage. Wanting to shag her on the Quattro bonnet wasn't helping him.
"Chris, Ray, cover me. Does anyone have a megaphone I can use?"
--
Hours later, they were back at the station, with only the suspect having been hit by gunfire, but luckily for all, not dead. Once all of the required paperwork was finished, it was late, and Gene gave them all permission to hit the bar. Alex stayed behind.
"Gene," she started, entering his office, "kind of a rough day."
"Yeah." He didn't look at her.
"I'm sorry about this morning, I didn't mean to pick a fight with you, it just happened."
"Well, it 'just happens' a lot." He didn't want to do this. "In this station, I am in charge. You do what I say and you follow my lead. Always. Has to be that way!" It kept coming out anyway.
"Can't you listen to anyone? It's not like I have nothing to offer this group! I admit I've learned a lot being here, it's not like you haven't learned anything from me, too. It'd be nice if you'd admit it occasionally! I contribute to this team, Gene. If you weren't so bloody pig-headed!"
"Me? I'm not the only stubborn arse around here, Bolly! I'm the same as I was last week. Three days of shagging make you forget who I am?" They were both shouting at this point. It made him crazy. He knew that look in her eyes. He'd seen it often since she'd joined the squad, giving him shit about his behavior, his policing. He'd seen it a lot in the past few days, too, when they were far from disagreeing on anything. He couldn't tell which one he was looking at now.
Viv walked down the hallway outside, hearing their raised voices. This time, he rolled his eyes.
"Fine," she said, eyes firing. "I'm going home." Turning to go, she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her back into the office.
"Alex." His other hand came around the other side. "Don't." He couldn't believe he was doing this. Just for the shag? Shit. One bloody day back to work and it was a total balls up.
"Don't what, Gene," still angry, she tried to pull away, but not that much. He had her firmly around the waist. He pulled her tightly against him.
"Don't leave pissed off at me." She relented, almost willingly, leaning her head back on his shoulder. He wanted her now.
He kissed her neck at exactly the same moment Viv returned back down the hall. The shouting had stopped, and as he reflexively glanced through the glass, through his DCI's office window, he froze, for a second, not believing what he was seeing.
His mouth dropped open, and he walked quickly back to the desk. Definitely a new year!
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"Gene, there are still people here. And I believe you're expected at Luigi's."
"Yeah," he kissed her again, his right hand finding her breast, squeezing.
"Gene, please" she half moaned. His hands were everywhere, lifting her skirt, touching her leg.
"Please what," he mumbled into her ear.
"Please, god. No. Wait." She pulled herself together. "Please let's go to the restaurant." She turned around.
He gave her a pouty look. "OK. But we're not staying long."
Minutes later they walked past the desk, "See you at the bar, Viv?" Gene asked.
"Um, maybe, yeah" he stammered. "Get off in an hour." Probably not the only one, he thought to himself.
"You ok?" Alex asked.
"I'm fine, Inspector. See you later on."
Viv watched them leave together, mouth hanging open.
--
As they walked towards Luigi's, Alex noticed the Quattro parked in its familiar spot outside the station.
"Gene, did you leave this parked out here all night last night?"
"Hmm? Oh, I guess I did. Safe 'ere, though. In'it?" He looked puzzled.
"Well, yes, but don't you think people are going to notice your car parked out here all night? Never going home?"
"Alex," he was tired of this, "I thought you didn't give a rats arse what people thought about your sex life! Why does it bother you so much that someone might know we're havin' it off? Am I not posh enough?" Not really wanting her to answer, he turned and walked towards the restaurant, not giving her an opportunity.
"That's not it, Gene!" She called after him, "For God's sake. You're my boss," she said weakly, but he hadn't heard. He was already inside.
--
Once inside, she noticed Gene hadn't picked one of their usual spots, but was chatting with Ray and Chris about the day's events. Fine, she thought, and headed to the bar, alone.
"Thank you," she said as Luigi set a glass of red wine down in front of her. She drank it down and stared at the bar. Luigi promptly refilled it. When she drank that one down, he placed a carafe in front of her.
After some time, Gene came over and sat next to her. He'd got very drunk in a very short period of time. "Alex," he slurred a little "I don't care what people think. But if you don't want people to think you're my bird, then so be it."
"Gene…" He stopped her. His bird? Where did that come from?
"That's all." He turned and left the restaurant.
Alex got up. She'd had enough for one night. As she was leaving she noticed Viv and Shaz having an animated conversation against the wall. She went up to her flat.
--
Upstairs, Alex took off her coat and boots, heading into the bedroom to change into her sleep shirt. One of Gene's suits was hanging in her wardrobe and she ran her hand over it. Sitting down on her brand new bed, she sighed. Shit Alex, she thought. What a bloody mess. At least it was a nice bed. She'd asked Luigi to track her down something a bit more classic, as it looked like she was staying for a while, and he'd found her a very nice, vintage iron head and footboard, with wooden posts. She'd come home earlier to change the bedcovers. "Ah, well," she said, as she curled up and fell asleep.
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"ALEX!" someone was banging on the door "Alex open up!"
What time was it? She looked at the clock 1:30. She had only been asleep for half hour, but it must have been the sleep of the dead 'cause she could barely wake herself. Well, she thought, that or the wine.
"ALEX!" It was Gene. What the hell?
Padding to the door, she opened it to find his hulking frame taking up the whole doorway.
"What the bloody hell are you doing! Come in here, you'll wake up the whole building!" She pulled him into her flat.
"Wher'dyou go?" he asked. Slurring everything together.
"You left! I came up to bed. Bloody hell you are pissed."
"I went to move my motor. You wanted me to move the car, din'tchoo? I came back 'nyouwer'gone!" Everything ran together.
"What?"
"I came back and you were gone." He said it slower. He walked into the living room and sat on her couch. Overcoat still on.
"I thought you didn't want to do this! You said...you said 'your bird'! What the bloody hell, Gene!"
Too late, though, he'd passed out on the couch. My God, she thought. How much did you have to drink? She lifted his feet to the couch, threw a blanket over him and went to bed.
--
Alex woke up a few hours later to find Gene asleep next to her, his clothes still on, though he'd somehow managed to lose the overcoat. She rolled over, giving him more room, and he moved closer to her. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes, she wished he'd at least taken his clothes off. Well, she could do that, she thought.
First, the boots. Those dirty boots in my new bed, she thought. This was not at all how she had seen it happening. Next, she pulled one arm out of his jacket then the other, dropping it on the floor. She took off his tie and belt, so at least he could be comfortable, not that he'd notice, she thought. She looked at him, passed out in her bed. "Gene, you tosser," she said gently.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she traced her fingers over his chest, down to where the few fair hairs darkened, sticking out over his trousers. Unfastening his trousers, she pulled them over his ankles, leaving on his shorts. Well, she thought, looking at him asleep in his shirt and boxers, I guess that'll do. "Goodnight Gene," she said, kissing him on the mouth.
Gene's hand reached for her head, startling her, pulling her closer. He kissed her back, his mouth wet, open. His tongue searching for hers, grazing her teeth. He broke away, his mouth trailing her face, down her throat. He sat up, pulling her with him, dropping his shirt on the floor. He pulled hers over her head, ignoring the buttons. Kissing her lightly, his arms moved around her waist, pulling her close. Changing positions, he got to his knees and pulled her up to hers. Her hands reached down, sliding under his boxers, feeling his full erection.
"Alex, do you want me? Right now, Alex" His voice was husky, the whiskey smell strong. "Yes, Gene, I want you. Right now." She looked into his eyes, "I want you Gene" he pulled closer to her, her breasts grazing his chest, then pressing against them as he coaxed her even closer to the headboard. "Hang on Alex," he said and as he stretched her arms out along the top she hooked them around it. His hand reached between her legs, sliding one, then two fingers inside her, his hand massaging her clit, she started to moan. He kissed her shoulder, down to her tits "Want you Alex" he let his fingers slide out of her, and he kissed down her belly. Positioning himself under her, his mouth reached hungrily for her, his tongue exploring her folds, drawing her taut. His tongue slipped inside her, his mouth working her until she climaxed, "Oh my god" she moaned loudly, shaking, hanging onto the iron bar.
Raising up to his knees again, his mouth crushed hers, burying his tongue deep. He grabbed her by her hips and thrust inside, quickly at first, moaning loudly. Gradually slowing each thrust he settled into a steady rhythm, slowly in and out. "Harder Gene, please," "No." He kept going, slowly, bringing her close again, "Gene, god, I, uhhhnnn", "Oh god Alex, I want…" he stayed slow and steady. Feeling her tighten, he thrust faster, they came together, her begging, him groaning, panting.
Alex untangled her arms from the bar and fell into him. Together they fell on the bed, laughing, breathing hard. Rolling onto his back, Gene pulled her close to him.
They fell asleep without saying anything.