Wouldn't you know it, Chapter 4 just wouldn't go away. Thanks to everyone around the world who wrote and encouraged and...er...did a slight amount of begging.
Chapter 3 ended with the definitive, much deserved first Galex kiss taking place in Alex and Molly's newly renovated home and Drake & Hunt's Detective Agency in Spitalfields. And here's Chapter 4...
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After their heated reunion it became impossible to ignore the continuous ringing telephone and repeated buzzing of the front door. Reluctantly Alex ducked under Gene's arm and ran to answer her telephone.
Gene just stood there. He never intended on letting her go, ringing telephone or no ringing telephone.
"Good afternoon, Drake and Hunt, would you mind holding the line for a moment please?"
She guessed at the correct button and put her caller on hold, then turned to back to Gene, who still had a bemused look on his face.
"Gene, please don't just stand there, let the visitor downstairs in!"
"Where has Little Miss Receptionist got to?" Gene scowled.
"She's probably up in her room...please, Gene..."
The visitor outside pressed the buzzer again, this time insistently.
"Are you hiring me? Am I partner? Or am the Guv?" Gene looked from side to side and sniffed. He was waiting for the obvious answer.
Back turned to him again Alex rolled her eyes and held the receiver up to her mouth, still on hold. "Gene, unless you have a fortune in cash buried in your pockets to pay for this building...then..."
"It's settled then. I'm the Guv." He marched out into the hallway. Coat billowing out behind him. The taste of Alex on his lips.
Alex had no time to devise an answer. She released the hold button. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Alex Drake here—"
Gene discovered the front door intercom. "Yes?" He hissed, stooping forward, pressing in the button reluctantly.
A nervous voice replied from street level. "Um, hello. I'm looking for...um...uh..."
"Speak up will you! I haven't got all bleeding day!" Gene barked.
The nervous voice replied. "Never mind...um...uh...I'llllll...uh...come back later."
"Don't bother!" Gene released the button and rested his weight on his fists. "Div!"
Alex, long since finished her telephone conversation, appeared in the reception hallway, arms crossed displaying an uppermost annoyed expression. She heard everything.
"Gene!" Her voice had a threatening tone.
He turned his head and admired the unusual sideways view of her legs. He strongly suspected she was wearing suspenders. He straightened up and patted his coat pockets for his cigarettes.
"Bolls."
"You do realise that this is a 'business'?" She waggled her fingers.
Gene continued to fish in his pockets for his fags and eventually found them, shaking one out.
Alex continued her lecture.
"A good 'business' requires good business practices of courtesy, customer service and professionalism."
"So? Wot's your point, Bolls?"
Alex shifted her jaw from side to side. She had a primeval weakness for Gene Hunt but at that point in time his belligerence was irritatingly familiar. She continued and flailed her hands in the air.
"I need clients, Gene. Believe it or not, a detective agency needs clients. 'This' isn't The Met. 'This' is my life savings, my new start! By the sound of things, my first real client has suddenly decided to not spend any money today to pay for telephone installations and...advertising...AND PLUMBING AND PINK WAFFERS!"
She raised her voice to anger as Gene occupied himself with lighting his cigarette and blowing smoke around her freshly painted, freshly renovated, mortgaged to the hilt, business and home.
"Relax, Bolls, he wasn't a client."
"And how exactly do you know that?"
"It isn't in the book." He pointed to the empty appointment book laid open on the reception desk. He pulled his coat around him and leaned on the upper ledge of the reception desk and continued to enjoy his cigarette. He approved of the colour of carpet that Alex had chosen, a steel gray-blue.
Annoyed by his smugness and polluting cigarette she pulled it from his lips and marched off in the direction of the loo with it. Gene was not surprised to hear the toilet flush.
She reappeared looking mildly triumphant. Gene looked at her like he missed their sparing and wanted more. He had a hungry look on his face.
Oh the good old days.
But Alex did not want to fight. She was a psychologist had the skills to communicate. This was no longer the 1980's. She just needed to lay down some ground rules.
She decided on the feminine method of communication. Sweet talking usually worked on Gene. And now, for the first time, she also had the ploys of physical touch. She went for the lapels of his coat, sliding her palms underneath, flipping his collar up, standing close.
Gene watched those hands, adored those hands.
"Gene could you do a few things for me?" Her voice seductive, husky and manipulating.
"Such as?" He raised his chin, looked down his down nose at her.
He gave his own brand of seduction right back. His eyes had fixated on her lips, the movement of her tongue as she spoke. Gene pouted his slow blinking bedroom eyes drunk in every detail he adored about her face and possibly had a lifetime of access to.
Although intoxicated herself, she managed to continue her manipulation of Gene Hunt.
"Gene, please don't smoke in here...please be nice to...our clients...and take me to lunch."
Gene stuck out his lower lip and nodded. "I can do that." He kept nodding. "Chinese, Indian, Italian or pub?"
"Indian!" Her hand was now toying with his tie. The backs of her fingers at the apex of his belly.
"We've never been for an Indian, Bolls. Can I trust you in such a place?"
"I know my way around a...pompadom." A long leg pressed between his legs.
His hand had already found a home on her arse.
"I bet you do." He chuckled at her quirky innuendo. "Your bra...which way does it open—the back or the front?"
Alex giggled. "I'm not wearing a bra, Gene."
Gene's eyes dropped to the subject of investigation. "You mean you really are a t—?"
"No, I'm really wearing a camisole."
"Camel wot?"
"Never mind. Kiss me...again."
As if she had to ask. Gene had been focussed on her lips and yearning for it since his nicotine had been taken away. This time she pulled him down for an almighty snog. Clawing the back of his neck, mussing his hair.
Molly heard them snogging before she laid eyes on Gene holding her mother's knee over his hip.
"Knock! Knock!" Molly warned.
The two detectives sprang apart. Gene swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His hair ruffled like a chicken's ass.
Alex did her best to compose herself and make coherent motherly speech.
"Molly I think it is time you met Mister Hunt...um...properly." Alex hugged her daughter from behind, resting her hands on her daughter's chest.
"Gene, this is my daughter, Molly."
"Hey Little Lady. I've heard about you."
"Hello. My Mum named our business after you. Does that mean you're going to be working here too? That you'll be a private eye?"
Gene answered her but with an amused but weighty look to Alex. "Yeah, I am. I mean, I will. That okay with you?"
"So you'll be my Mum's boyfriend and employee—that'll be interesting."
The conversation was interrupted by another visitor buzzing the door. Gene stood there bemused by the activity and Molly's statement. This time Alex went behind the reception desk and pressed the intercom.
"Hello. May I help you?"
"Steve the Plumber here. I've got that 'U' bend pipe for your en suite, Love." An East End accent replied.
"Oh, Steve—thank God! I'll just buzz you in."
Alex met her plumber on the ground floor and followed the plumber up and through to her newly renovated flat on the top floor, leaving Gene in the hands of her overly curious daughter.
"Do you carry a gun?"
"Yeah."
"Mum said private detectives don't need guns but she has one anyway. It's locked in the safe."
"Poor place for it if someone decides to burgle the joint." Gene looked around at the prospects.
Molly installed herself behind the reception desk and swung back and forth in her chair. Having given the plumber directions Alex picked her way down the back stairs in her stilettos, her coat over her arm. She overheard most of Gene and Molly's conversation and continued to listen in. It was too irresistible.
A forced bonding.
"Are you bonking my Mum?"
Gene raised his eyebrows and swayed back on his boot heels and then nonchalantly swayed forward again. "You were probably conceived by a mere bonk...but no...I haven't."
"You'd like to though?"
Alex stood in the dark stairwell. Frozen by the conversation. Mortified about the million things a mother should not worry about when her back is turned. And here she was listening to Gene deal with it. Steve the plumber clanking under her sink on the top floor was irritating but she could just make out the conversation.
"Don't want to just bonk your Mum. I have plans...better plans than just..." He scratched his head and discovered his large clumps of hair to be out of place. He patted them down.
"Why the bloody hell am I telling you all this anyway...and wot's with all this swearing and bonking word business. I heard you say 'shit' earlier. Don't you go to one of those posh all-girl's schools?"
"Mum doesn't hear my swearing in times of stress."
"Yeah...well, young girls your age shouldn't swear—end off. I'm sure if your mother heard this conversation she'd—"
Alex descended the last two stairs and swung open the door. "Molls, Gene is going to take us out for lunch, go up and get your coat, please. It's cold outside."
Obediently, Molly ran upstairs, innocently composed belying the conversation she had just put Gene through.
"She's a little Madam." Gene sniffed though he did not mind Molly's frankness.
"She's on school holidays and bored. Once she goes back to school she'll be...easier."
"In her current teenie bopper state of mind, will she eat a curry or not eat a curry?
"She loves Indian food."
Gene nodded slowly. "Right then...uh...before we head out I ought to tell you I'm skint. My so-called wallet doesn't have any money in it."
"Really?" Alex's mouth twisted into a wicked smirk. "Well, I always wanted to know what it would be like to have a kept man..."
Gene pondered her cheekiness, narrowing his eyes.
It seemed sexy and modern for a woman to pay, but wrong. Things were changing. To him she was still Alex but more independent and fixed. She had a daughter, a new home and a business concept. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was no longer her Guv and he was no longer a DCI. He did not have much time to think much about it because Molly came bounding back down the stairs with her coat.
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At the tandoori restaurant Gene ordered an exorbitant array of dishes and beers for himself and Alex. He was surprised when the lager came out in tall brown bottles instead of pints. However beer was beer. The food was delicious and fragrant and the restaurant was flooded with potential Drake & Hunt clients. Alex had already left a discreet pile of business cards in the loo. When she returned to the table she found Molly showing Gene her Blackberry.
There was some scowling, pretend nods of understanding and a hint of curiosity from Gene. Molly had no guard or agenda.
Somehow Alex witnessed a blossoming affinity between her daughter and Gene. Molly took to his no-nonsense frankness. She cross-examined him and he fired answers straight back. In time, the conversation eventually turned to the enjoyment of food and Molly became immersed in texts on her Blackberry, ignoring any adult conversation.
"Pompadom, Bolls? He held out a plate of them, an soft sexy look of teasing in his eyes.
Alex twisted her jaw trying to stifle the innuendo. Gene knew the look, the slight blush, the darting eyes. Instead of replying she said nothing and accepted one. Knowingly, Alex snapped it in half and then into smaller pieces. With Gene looking on she spooned on diced onion and mango chutney and slid everything into her mouth and crunched.
He thought about Alex's lips for a moment, then darted his eyes towards Molly who was still lost in the glow of her mobile phone.
Gene's mouth curled up at the corners, he leaned close to Alex, voice a grumbly whisper. "You know, Bolls, this part of London used to be right dodgy—brothels, vagrants, scum, prozzies—you must have missed it."
Alex could barely resist flirting but she did it with her eyes and husky voice rather than rising to Gene's jibe. She had business to discuss.
"Yes, well, Spitalfields has come a long way since 'those days', Gene. And actually, the target client base will to be smart City professionals or business entities within The City. We can pop in and meet with whomever. and they'll be able to skip out of their offices for a few minutes to meet me and discuss what they want Drake & Hunt to investigate, assuming of course you will be the Hunt of Drake & Hunt Detective Agency."
Gene sat back on the upholstered bench to accommodate his overly stuffed stomach. "Depends. Wot does a detective agency do exactly?"
"As private investigators we no longer work for 'The Crown'. Our client are private people or even a company, like an insurance company trying to catch a policy holder making a false claim or a bank investigating a senior employee or—"
"—a bloke wanting us to follow his cheating Mrs?"
Alex flashed a look of disapproval. "Or a cheating bloke. Either way, Gene, we are going to be 'elephant hunters'."
"Eh?"
"Big game. Drake & Hunt is going to be about big clients—millionaires cheating on their other halves, false insurance claims costing insurance companies exorbitant amounts—big commissions equals 'big game', Gene. Our clients will be entirely from the private sector. We investigate whatever our client asks us to do. We do it professionally, discreetly...we use our brains."
Gene pushed his empty plate forward and leaned on his folded arms, his body curved towards her, not unlike old times sitting in Luigi's.
"Where do I fit in?"
"You'll be Hunt of Drake & Hunt. A partner. An equal."
His eyes slid back and forth in thought.
"Will there be someone to answer the phone and get us tea?"
"Eventually. We need to find our first commission first. It takes a lot of money to start a business from scratch, Gene. We need to innovate. What do you think?"
Alex did nothing to hide her optimism.
Gene looked at Molly and fellow diners. Every other person had a mobile phone sat beside them on the table, some were actively speaking to someone while they had a fork in the other hand. Gene scarcely understood the culture of them. Modern life was getting complicated. It was no longer the wild west.
He sniffed.
"You want to walk with this dinosaur?" He asked, suddenly affected.
"Yeah. I do." She pleaded sweetly. "There will be a few things to get used to, but there will still be bacon butties and horse racing and—"
"—fooling around on surveillance." Gene leered. A harboured fantasy now out in the open.
Alex thought about it. Her eyes flicking between his smirk and attentive eyes. "Perhaps." She whispered low.
Molly was beginning to fidget and became interested in social conversation with adults once again. "Mum, are you dropping me off at Evan's tonight? Or is he collecting me?"
"I'll drive you." Speaking low, Alex quickly tried to stifle the conversation.
Too late. Gene had clearly heard.
"Evan...White?"
"He's Molly's Godfather."
Gene stared, showing everything through his eyes.
"Gene...we'll talk about this later. It's not what you think."
"I've got a car. I can drop the Little Lady anywhere she needs to go."
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Molly on her way, Alex decided it best to avoid a reunion between Evan and Gene despite doubting Evan would even remember someone like Gene. It was so long ago.
The Aston Martin purred in the middle of the residential lane. Gene sat in the driver's seat quietly watching Alex hand over Molly on Evan's doorstep. Gene could see he had aged, the neighbourhood was exclusive and Evan kissed and hugged Alex quickly. Gene gripped the steering wheel with his driving gloves, feeling jealous and insecure.
Alex skipped down the stairs in her heels and turned to wave one final time. Gene was looking straight ahead. Even when she had walked quickly in front of the car and the headlamps she did not feel Gene's eyes on her, although they were.
As soon as Alex was back in the car she began explaining.
"Gene...Evan White is my Godfather and she is Molly's Godfather—there's nothing between us. There's never been anything between us. It's like we're related and I knew that and treated him like that since...I came to your world. That's all Evan has ever been."
"Thought you two were an item." Gene admitted with a downcast tone.
"No, we were never anything. It was never, ever like that."
Gene said nothing but looked back at the house.
"Evan bloody White is your Godfather." He muttered through a weary sigh.
"Yes."
"Shit."
"Gene, there's going to be facts here and there that are going to be strangely...familiar." Alex pleaded softly.
She was dealing with Gene's deep hidden insecurities and jealousies and, now, perhaps his regret of times wasted.
Another car's headlights behind them forced Gene to pull away. For the next few minutes as Gene processed the information there was an awkward silence until he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Hated him...even though I knew he was an okay bloke."
"I know."
"He was posh, you were posh, just thought..."
"I know you did. It was complicated. All of that time was complicated but it's different now. Everything can be how we want it...for a change."
"Yeah." Gene waited for traffic before the turn. He looked at her and regretted the time wasted between them, that he was forced to tell her to walk into Nelson's pub with the others. That she had even pleaded with him to stay with him.
Alex turned towards him. "I love you, Gene."
"I know." He concentrated on his driving back to Spitalfields.
Silence.
Eventually Alex turned in her seat and pointed her knees straight ahead.
After a few turns in the road in fast-moving London traffic, Gene glanced over again. He had done enough thinking. He leaned over slightly and tugged at his left driving glove with his teeth and allowed it to drop into his lap. Saying nothing he laid his hand on her knee and stroked her exposed inner thigh. He felt the warm silkiness of her stocking.
"Been wanting to do this for years."
Alex giggled in a combination of relief and joy. She did nothing to make him pull his hand away. She put her hand on his.
"And you have such lovely hands too."
Gene smirked, looking straight ahead. "Don't tell me stuff like that. You trying to make me soft?"
"Are you saying you don't like compliments, Gene?"
"More like certain feminine distractions are a traffic violation. Didn't you ever work Traffic, Bolly? Women are the reason why blokes have collisions." He dropped yet another Gene Hunt-branded belief.
As always with Gene's bottomless pit of gems Alex was torn between shaking her head and giggling at the absurdity of the statement or rising to the challenge. She adored Gene's ability to do it every time. She found it titillating.
"Gene, exactly what type of bollocks is that?"
"It's a known fact, Bolly. You know it is." His hand still stroking her knee, her inner thigh. He thought about her bones and flesh. Her warmth.
"Well, you seem to be *ahem* multitasking quite well."
"I'm a bloody good driver." His hand moved up her inner thigh until the bunching of her pencil skirt prevented him from reaching any further.
Alex's pulse was beating like a rabbit.
Looking ahead, Alex noticed Gene had slowed down for a green traffic light.
The traffic light turned amber.
The car completely at a standstill on red, he guided her, willingly, in for a kiss. Both hungry for it. Gene holding the back of her head firmly. They did not stop until the car behind them blasted their horn.
"The problem with living in your time, Bolls, is that people are so fucking impatient."
Alex threw her head back and laughed and out of the corner of her eye she witnessed Gene's face crease up into a rare smile. Eyes twinkling in London's night skyline.
It was at that moment that Alex was pressed into her seat by G-force. Gene demonstrated the Aston's ability to go from zero to sixty in sixty in six seconds.
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Gene followed Alex up to her and Molly's top floor flat and was stood in her lounge for the first time. He had watched her heart shaped ass ascend the stairs. He shrugged off his long black coat and draped it over the back of a desk chair. He bent over to look at some old photographs framed and standing in a collection on the desk top.
A young Alex Price.
"Knew it." Gene said aloud to himself.
Alex, feeling obliged to play hostess, moved about switching on lowlight lamps and tugging on curtain cords, cocooning them, setting a mood. Nerves of anticipation were in the air.
"I'll just open a bottle of wine, shall I?" The gorgeous sound of Alex's high heels could already be heard on the kitchen floorboards. He heard Alex moving about opening drawers and lowering wine glasses onto her granite worktop.
Gene was temporarily preoccupied with looking at the young face in the photograph. More strange familiarity. More obvious connections. The same huge hazel eyes. A family portrait showing her proud but troubled parents.
"Yeah." His reply barely audible.
Somehow the information made him love her more, deepen something between them. He felt bold enough to undo his tie and leave it behind on top of his coat. He loosened a few buttons and stood in the doorway of her kitchen to watch her.
Alex struggled a bit with the corkscrew opening the bottle so he approached her. He decided to help but by the time he stood behind her to take over, he decided to take the bottle out of her hands and set it down.
"Don't want booze." His face in her hair, body right close, moving against her until Alex was pressed up against the worktop. "Just want you."
Alex sank back, feeling wonderful, feeling his crotch press against her bottom. "Mmmmm, God, Gene." Allowing him to kiss her neck.
"Don't want anything but you." His nose breathing in her scent, his tongue tasting warm skin. His arms encapsulating her from behind. "Want to eat you out so bad, Bolly. Been suffering for ya."
Somehow Alex was able to turn, knees like jelly, her feet slipping in her stilettos. "Ohnnnggghh, Gene." She moaned. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do.
Gene drew his tongue across her lips once, her mouth opened wide, her plump lips nipped his and licked back. Straight in and kissing deep. Repeatedly. Ridiculously eager, deep kissing. Gene pinned her up against the worktop, tugging at the back of her blouse, hands untucking and roaming wildly, frustratingly. Her thumbs pushing his suit jacket off. She dragged it down his arms. He found her skirt zipper and tugged it down until he could reach into her knickers and grope the skin of her ass for the first time, pressing her against his erection. Gene's teeth grazed her chin and nibbled down her neck. His hands entered inside her blouse, tugging her camisole up groaning at the first feel of her loose tits. Buttons flying open by force and undoing.
Gene kissing, biting, licking whichever flesh he could reach or see. Frustrated but a fan of the silky, loose top. Her blouse now on the floor, Gene pulled her camisole up and greedily lapped at her breasts, leaning in hard.
"Camel soul's better than a bra by *kiss* bloody *kiss* miles. Naked's better though."
Alex finished pulling it up and over her head. She moaned and gripped Gene's hair as he lavished her breasts with laps of his tongue, nibbling and growling. His hands holding both and feeling their weight and warmth.
"Knew you're tits were gonna be nice. Want to climb all over you, Bolly." He worked his way down. Growling. Panting.
"Gene...augghhhnnn." Alex was out of her mind.
He left her breasts and finished tugging down her skirt. "Fucking love you." He was on his knees. Blonde hair askew.
Alex stood there topless, in heels and suspenders, foot astride her skirt on the floor. Gene at her feet. He got exactly what he was after. Hitting his target without hesitation. She could not help but release and beg for everything.
"Knew you'd taste nice, Bolly." He mumbled as he worked and tasted. Alex agreeing as she rocked and held him in place.
In time, when she could walk, he guessed where the bedroom was and led her strongly by the hand.
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Alex woke up and found herself alone in bed. A light was on in the hallway. She listened out and sat up, concerned.
"Gene?"
She heard clattering and the unfamiliar sound of him walking barefoot back to her room. The sound of creaking floorboards, a male shadow approaching. He appeared in the doorway wearing boxer shorts and a shirt loosely around his shoulders. Gene Hunt larger than life.
"Bolly."
"Where have you been? I woke up and you weren't here—"
"—found your whiskey stash, went for a smoke on your...balcony I guess you'd call it. Tipped over one of your pot plants. Sorry. And a bloody good smoke it was too."
Tempted to watch his next move Alex nestled down again, and rolled onto her side. Gene's weight dented the side of her bed when he sat down, his back to her was a view she had never seen before.
The day had been a day of a million views and new looks and new perspectives.
He pulled off his shirt, slipped off his shorts and slid under the covers. His skin cold from being outside. Alex knew because her hands were on him. Coming against him. His great arm lifting and taking her close. She nestled in, safe and happy.
Cuddling with Gene Hunt. Who would have dared to think it? But it was a day for firsts.
"Why especially?"
"Why wot?"
"You said you raided my whisky and enjoyed your cigarette—"
"You really want to know?" Gene chuckled.
"I want to know everything."
And who could resist those huge almond hazel eyes.
"Gotta warn you, Bols, it's x-rated."
Alex laughed and gave him a shocked, curious look. "Is it? What—?"
"A whisky, a fag and the smell of you on my fingers as I smoke. Un-fucking-believably good smoke, Bolly. I'm bloody ruined now."
Alex buried her face in his chest giggling, clawing his flesh lightly with her nails. Gene found it infectious. He chuckled along with her, then got serious. He lifted her chin up so he could see her face.
"Un-fucking-believably beautiful too." He stroked her jawline with the backs of his fingernails. His expression open and consuming.
Her hand around his waist drew up his chest. Tears pricked in her eyes at the soft look Gene was now giving her. It drew words right out of her mouth.
"I was in love with you, you know." Alex admitted.
"When?"
"From the start. I fought it though. You shut me out and it hurt. Plus you were a bastard."
"Was forced to be a bastard to ya. They made me."
"They made us do a lot of things we didn't want to do."
"Stuff them and all their bollocks. I'm just glad it's all over."
There was an easy silence between them as they held each other and stroked skin that they had so longed to touch. Alex broke the silence.
"So, Gene...now that we're...um—"
"—bonking—" He grinned with pleasure.
She lightly slapped his chest to admonish him. Gene's eyes flinched softly in response.
"I wasn't referring to 'that'...I meant, now that I have started this business...do you think you'd like to...um...be with me—help me? Can you see yourself being a private detective?"
Gene scanned her perfectly cosy, well appointed bedroom and took in no details in particular as he considered his reply.
"To be honest, Bols, it all sounds a bit like what a Yank does."
"What does?"
"This private eye thing—sounds American."
"That's only because of what you've seen on television, Gene, that you think that."
"Oh. Right." He replied simply like he was still hiding something.
"Is that all your worried about?"
Gene sniffed. "Gonna be weird not going to CID, catching scum, no office, no...more...'DCI'."
Alex could see the problem. Gene had been stripped of his identity, his title.
"No, but Gene Hunt, Private Detective sounds very..." Her mouth twisted into a smirk before she could finish her sentence.
"Very wot, Bolls?" He asked almost wearily.
"Well, I was going to use the word..." Her eyes flicked between his growing raspy stubble on his chin, his lips, his pout and finally for a closer examination of his bedroom eyes. "...the word...um..."
She thought about the warm naked body against her naked body. His masculine smell, the heartbeat that thudded in his chest under her chin and hands.
"Spit it out, Bolls."
She had been distracted.
"I was going to say that I think Gene Hunt, Private Detective sounds sexy."
Gene's contemplative pout curled into a cunning smirk. His eyes seemed to instantly glow and sparkle. "Sexy, eh?"
"Very." Alex's eyelashes revealed every detail she was examining on his face. She licked her lips.
Electricity was charging in those hazel eyes of hers, drawing him in.
"Wot are you going to do about it, Bols?" He asked teasingly, having similar thoughts. Challenging her, his eyes sliding slowly back and forth as he stared into her eyes.
Alex's long lashes seductively fluttered shut and open again. She gave Gene one of her trademark knowing looks that had driven him insane on numerous occasions in their years working closely together. Before he knew it the covers softly rustled and she was sat up in bed giving him an eyeful of her naked, crouched body. She pulled the covers from him and drew her eyes slowly down his body, unashamedly examining every detail. Her look turning him on.
The sway and swell of her breasts was making him stir, a whole new view that he had dreamt about during a million nights alone. Alex Drake, naked, gorgeous kneeling beside him, the covers off the bed. Without warning she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, instantly tasting herself on him.
Without stopping she raised her gaze to see his stunned expression. For a change Gene Hunt was utterly speechless. When she moaned his eyes rolled in ecstasy and then he forced them open so he could continue watching those luscious lips of hers wrapped around his shaft.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, Bollllllllllllllllls...God...ungggghhhhnnnn."
Alex moaned again and enjoyed his helplessness, the power of giving immense pleasure an utter turn on for her.
"Poshhhhhhhhh lips...always loved yer gob... Bollllllllllllllllls...Christ you're... ungggghhhhnnnn."
"Mmmmmmmm?" Alex questioned verbally, still occupied with her task. Her moaning question causing a shiver to shoot up his spine. Eyes staring seductively up at him.
"Don't stop...shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... ungggghhhhnnnn...I know you've heard me. Always loved you. Will always love you...Christ you are so fuck-ing good at...thaaaaaaaat."
She suddenly stopped and looked up at him panting, smiling, using her hands instead for a moment then kitten licks at his tip which made his heels dig into the mattress, the pleasure heading in an entirely new direction of male pleasure. Gene not so helpless as to allow the torture of pleasure take him too far without her. He needed those lips and tongue somewhere else entirely so he sat up and plucked her away and pinned her down assertively on the empty mattress. She giggled and squirmed, flat on her back, naked before him.
"That's enough of 'that' Bollykecks, although yer bloody good at it...I told ya I was going to climb all over you and that's what I'm gonna do."
He laid gently on top of her, pressing her down. His stiff cock crushed on top of her soft belly. She squirmed and felt it, Gene enjoyed the sensation but helped himself to her lips, kissing her deeply and relentlessly, from all angles, one hand groping her right breast and then he tongue-bathed both her tits as she pulled him down.
"Gene...mmmmm...yeah..."
"Yeah, wot, Bolls?"
"That. Everything. That. Mmmmmmmmm."
"I intend on doing this, that and everything else until you say you want something else. The I'm going to do it all again."
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Might have a cigarette in the morning." He gently slid his fingers home to make his erotic point.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh..." She knew exactly his meaning, how wonderful it felt. He knew exactly where to stroke. The toes on one of her feet splayed involuntarily. He repeatedly stroked his fingers in and out of her heat. Watched the pleasure in her face awhile, then nuzzled her breasts with his face and tongue.
"Yer tits are amazing, Bolls. I can tell exactly how much you like this. Yer buzzin'."
She certainly was.
He chuckled at his power now but then it was masked in awe as she writhed on the soft mattress.
"Gene! Pleeeaaaase!" Her chin went hard right over her shoulder then over the other, eyes flashing down on him as she writhed.
"Turn around. I want you, Bolly. Turn around—hmmmmm?" His fingers slipped out and his hand waited patiently on her thigh.
"Hmmmmm...yeahhhhhhh." She moved as she answered, rolling to her side and up onto her knees, her head lolling back on his shoulder as he helped.
He kneeled directly behind her, cock teasing between her cheeks. She could feel it there. Loved it there. When he petted the front of her bush with a hand around her hip she whimpered with pleasure and lowered herself onto her hands. Gene immediately kissed the skin of her back, her skin absolutely alive and humming. He kissed down and over her ass and in for a moment as her back bowed and relaxed. His fingers teasing and pleasing again.
"You feel so good, Bolls. Taste so good. Jesus I want you."
"Gene...nowwwwwwww...she pleaded. Nowwwww, please."
He lifted his heavy cock and stroked her opening with it, causing her to curse and laugh and press into him all at once. And then he pushed himself into her, sheathing himself in her heat.
"Always knew you'd feel niccccccccccce like thissssssss. Mmmmmmm...so fucking good."
He stroked softly and teasingly at first then slowly increased his thrusts as she showed her enjoyment and encouragement. His hands held her hips.
"Gene. Mmmmm Gene. Mmmmm." She chanted slowly at each exquisite stroke.
He grunted back. Maybe growled. "Alexxxxxxxxx!"
She loved the sound of slaps, the head of his cock moving in and out faster, stronger and repeatedly. Both breathing raggedly. Both bodies moving hard and willingly. After a couple of minutes he just could not stop the greedy, spiraling feeling of wanting to finish.
"I'm gonna!" Gene muttered frantically. "Gonna!"
"Gennnnneeeeeee."
"Shit! Alex! Ungggghhhhnnnn... ungggghhhhnnnn... ungggghhhhnnnn." He gripped her hard and came hard as he felt her equally lose control and pulse around him repeatedly.
In time he released his grip on her hips and pulled out and tugged her exhausted body down beside his. Gene spooning in behind her, nose in her hair, holding her tight.
"Hmmmm, Gene that was—" Alex had not opened her eyes in some time.
"—fucking incredible."
"Yeaaaaah." She breathed.
They did not say anything as they recovered but Gene's hand roamed along her skin as they cooled. He nibbled at her arm, and stroked her upper leg. Eventually he tucked his fingers between her legs and stroked her bush with his thumb, until he started to doze and his hand dropped out of place.
In time, they both woke up cool and too cold to sleep further without the blanket. It was Gene that dived over the side of the bed to retrieve the feather duvet and tucked them both in.
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"Loyalty is in my nature, Bolls."
But I could see the happy twinkle in her irises just before she closed her lids and leaned in to kiss me.
He had tallied it to be some sort of modern kinky compliment.
For example how did Alex track down Keeley? What happened to her after she walked away from the set? Where do Gene and Alex go from here? Will they track down Layton? Where is Evan? Are Ray, Shaz and Chris about? What about Keats?