Thanks for the lovely reviews, as ever. Will they make it home for Christmas? Or will Alex have to face the dreaded oxtail soup? Read on …
Chapter 4
Gene got up to throw some more logs on the fire and then crawled back under the covers, and she snuggled into his chest contentedly, listening to his breathing gradually slow as he fell into a deep sleep. She followed him soon after, lulled by the comforting crackling of the fire and feeling safe and content in his arms.
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She woke in the cold light of dawn, suddenly aware of an empty space next to her. The storm had passed and everything was quiet and still.
"Gene?"
" It's alright, luv. Fire's died right down, I'm just stoking it up again. Go back ter sleep."
She smiled drowsily. The sight of the Guv, naked apart from his socks, was rather pleasant if somewhat unexpected, and her eyes raked over him hungrily. Muscular shoulders tapering down to a nice tight bum and those endless legs. How often had she fantasised about seeing him in a state of undress? He was even sexier than she'd imagined, and she fancied a bit more Guv love before the night was out. She grinned at the thought.
"Come back to bed, Gene. I need warming up. Got any ideas?"
They made love again, slowly and languorously this time, getting to know every inch of each other's bodies. She couldn't get enough of him, relishing the feel of his warm skin against hers, their tongues entwining sensually as he lit a fire in her all over again. He seemed to know instinctively what she needed, bringing her to another earth shattering climax and following her quickly into blissful oblivion.
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They were woken from a pleasant doze by the sound of a vehicle passing on the road, and Gene got up to investigate.
"Good news, luv. Snow plough's been through, so provided I can dig the Quattro out, we should be home in time for Christmas."
He snuggled in next to her again.
"Mind you, if we 'ad more food and drink I'd be quite 'appy ter stay laid up here wi' you."
She giggled.
"Wot?"
"I'd be more than happy to be laid again …"
He pinned her down on her back, nipping at her neck.
"Dirty mare. Let's get 'ome first, though. Don't remember you mentionin' shaggin' on yer perfect Christmas list, Bols. Bit of an oversight, that."
She pulled his head down for a teasing kiss.
"Consider it added as of now. And if we don't get back soon it'll be the only thing on the list, seeing as I've got no food or drink in yet."
"Right. Up and at 'em. I'll see if I can rustle us up some breakfast."
She wrinkled her nose up.
"As long as it's not bloody oxtail soup."
He chuckled, climbing back into his clothes and heading for the kitchen, and she got dressed slowly in front of the fire.
"Continental or the Full English, madam?"
He raised a questioning eyebrow at her from the doorway, his lips twitching. In one hand was a tin of pineapple chunks and in the other a tin of baked beans.
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It took him a while to clear enough snow to get the Quattro back on the road, but he succeeded eventually. She watched him dreamily through the window, still amazed at how far things had progressed between them in such a short space of time. She'd been dreading Christmas, thinking she'd be alone with only the TV for company, and now she couldn't wait to spend it with him.
Gene left a note of apology and explanation on the kitchen table along with his phone number in CID, and they cleared up as much as they could. She found herself almost reluctant to leave, and he put his arms round her and pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on her head.
"Maybe I should make 'em an offer, and then we can come back and re-live last night any time we like."
She smiled flirtatiously up at him, running her hands down his chest.
"One for the road, Guv?"
"Jesus, yer insatiable, woman. Can't get enough of the Gene Genie, huh? Still, it's understandable."
He smirked at her, and she slid one hand down to squeeze the obvious bulge in his jeans.
"Seems I'm not the only one who can't get enough."
He groaned, grabbing her wrist reluctantly.
"Much as I'd like to stay here and shag yer brains out again, if we're goin' ter have any kind of a Christmas we need ter get back pronto …"
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Three hours later, they pulled up outside Luigi's. Alex was out for the count, head lolling on her shoulder, and Gene stroked her leg.
"Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty, we're 'ome."
She yawned and stretched, looking up at him out of heavy-lidded eyes.
"Mmmm … I was having the best dream."
"Judgin' by the noises yer were makin', it was positively pornographic. Gave me the right 'orn."
She blushed prettily.
"If you must know, it was Christmas morning and you were getting an early present …"
He groaned and closed his eyes.
"D'yer want any Christmas dinner tomorrow or not, Bols? Because I'm this close ter draggin' yer upstairs and havin' me wicked way with yer again."
She smiled, leaning in to peck him on the lips.
"Don't you need me to do anything?"
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
"Just slip into somethin' sexy fer when I get back. Leave it all ter me, luv. Payment in kind later …"
She flashed him a lascivious grin.
"Hmmm. Hope you've got plenty of stamina, Gene. You're going to need it."
She hopped out of the car and watched him drive off like a maniac, shaking her head fondly as the Quattro disappeared from sight. She pushed all thoughts of Molly to the back of her head for the time-being, determined to try and enjoy this new found happiness while it lasted ...
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Somehow, I think there might be a final fluffy chapter - it is Christmas after all.
All reviews gratefully received as ever. Mince pie and a glass of sherry to everyone who bothers!