A big thankyou to everybody that's taken the time to read and review. I decided to test myself and write this whole fic entirely from Alex's POV which has been interesting, to say the least! When we left them the score was thirty all …
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Chapter 4
She was woken by someone clattering around in the kitchen and the sound of the kettle boiling. Surprisingly, she had actually managed to get some sleep although the nagging feeling of sexual frustration had only been damped down temporarily. The sight of Gene in nothing but a dressing gown bearing coffee and revealing a tempting amount of bare chest did little to help matters.
"Thanks. I'm in serious need."
She took the mug gratefully, and he smirked.
"Well it has been thirty-six hours, Bols. Come back ter bed, it'll only cost yer a fiver, and I promise to make it worth every penny."
A shiver of longing ran through her but she ignored it, arching an eyebrow at him.
"You give me a fiver and I'm all yours, Gene."
He shrugged, his intense gaze dropping to her lips.
"Your loss. And yer know yer only postponin' the inevitable, so why not just give in gracefully?"
"You first. I'll be in the shower if you care to join me. Naked …"
She got up and wandered off towards the bathroom, grinning to herself.
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Alex sat at her desk later, watching Gene surreptitiously from under her lashes. He gave every appearance of being preoccupied with some paperwork, but she knew he was covertly keeping an eye on her, wondering what underhand tactic she was going to try next.
It was lunchtime and most of the department were out either chasing up leads or taking a break, including Shaz, who had slipped out to pick up some sandwiches for the three of them. Time to crank up the pressure, she thought, reaching down into her handbag.
She pulled out a brown paper bag and helped herself to a ripe plum, nibbling slowly around the stone before dropping it into the bin. She took another one, maintaining eye contact as she ate it, enthusiastically licking and sucking the juice off her fingers and trying not to giggle as he crossed his arms and looked away.
Now for phase two. She picked up the telephone and dialled his number, sitting back with her shapely legs crossed.
"Lady Bols. What can I do fer you."
"Oh, nothing really. Just wondered how you were."
She toyed with the phone cord, running her fingers up and down it teasingly.
"Tickety-boo. You?"
"Fine thanks, Guv. Couldn't be better."
"Havin' fun with yer plums, are yer?"
She grinned, lowering her voice to what she hoped was a seductive pitch and holding his gaze brazenly.
"I'd much rather be having fun with yours, Gene. In fact, for the price of one crisp five-pound note, I could be on my knees under your desk by Beer O'clock. With something a lot bigger than a plum in my gob."
She heard his involuntary groan, and started to feel a little warm herself.
"And I promise to do that thing with my tongue that drives you wild …"
"Tart …"
His voice was gravelly with lust, and she knew he'd be battling with a hard-on now, enjoying the thought of his discomfort as she replaced the receiver. Forty, thirty, she thought, smugly.
Shaz reappeared with lunch and passed her a sandwich, looking from her slightly flushed face to Gene's scowl and back.
"Oh, ma'am. Have you two been arguing again?"
Alex tried to keep a straight face, patting the younger woman on the arm.
"No Shaz, we're fine, honest. The Guv just took a call which seems to have left him a little … um … hot under the collar, that's all."
She smirked at Gene but he had his head down, scribbling busily.
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"Here's that report you wanted, Drake."
He dropped a file in front of her and motioned with his eyes towards a loose piece of paper sticking out. She gazed after his retreating back in puzzlement and then flipped the file open more than a little curious, blinking in surprise at what she found there.
The piece of paper contained a series of cartoon-like drawings of two stick people, one clearly female with curly hair and an ample pair of breasts, and the other a rather well endowed male. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle, glancing up to make sure nobody else had noticed.
In the first drawing, the male had the female pinned against what was clearly supposed to be a filing cabinet and the two figures were kissing. In the second, the female was sat in the male's lap while he pleasured her breasts with his mouth. The third sketch showed the female lying back on the desk and the male figure's head between her thighs, and she gasped as a wave of desire washed over her.
At the bottom of the sheet was an instruction to PTO and she did so with trembling fingers, knowing now what to expect. In the fourth and final picture the female figure was bent over the desk while the male figure took her from behind, and this one was captioned:
"Oh God … Gene … harder … please …"
She closed her eyes and tried to get herself under control again. He was no Rembrandt but it was quite clearly a portrayal of their first time, and she shivered at the memory. They'd been working late, and what had started out as a minor disagreement over procedure had escalated, culminating in a massive argument. The two of them had squared up to each other, eyes flashing, both breathing heavily, and then she'd jabbed him in the chest to make a point and he'd retaliated by grabbing her wrist. Her gaze had dropped down to his lips and back up again, and the next thing she knew he had her pinned up against a filing cabinet as they ravished each other's mouths, tearing at clothing in a desperate attempt to reach bare skin.
She stifled a moan, reliving the feel of him powering into her forcefully, grunting with each thrust, until she came apart in his hands with a cry of ecstasy.
Risking a glance over at him, she narrowed her eyes at his satisfied smirk. Definitely deuce, dammit. And everything still to play for …
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I know, I know. But if they're determined to be so stubborn, what can I do? Stop throwing things now, please!
Hope you're still enjoying, please let me know or I'll hold the next chapter to ransom … ;)