At some point in the night, Gene lifted Alex from the floor of her lounge and carried her into the bedroom, laying her carefully down before slipping in beside her and enfolding her small form into his protective embrace. They slept, entwined beneath the soft blankets as the bruises and scratches of their violently intense encounter blossomed.
Eventually, as the morning light bled into the hushed stillness of the room, Alex awoke, stretching the stretch of the cat that got the cream. Ow! Small pricks of pain tingled across her body and she smiled to herself, remembering the events of the previous evening. Wow. She wiggled her toes in pleasure and, realising she still wore the black socks, giggled to herself. Turning to her boss lying beside her, sleeping the sleep of a thoroughly satisfied man, she noted the long, red marks on his back and the wine coloured bruises decorating his neck and shoulders where she had sank her teeth into his hot flesh. She was going to enjoy watching him trying to cover those up at the office. Shit – work! How were they going to play that scene? Curiously, instead of being overly concerned, Alex found herself lazily contemplating different scenarios – slipping under his desk whilst the rest of CID looked on, oblivious to her ministrations; meeting in the interview room for a very private interrogation, maybe one that required her being cuffed to the table; halting in a lay-by between jobs to better experience the Quattro's upholstery. Liquid began to pool between her thighs and she edged closer to Hunt. "Guv." She whispered urgently. Gene stirred slightly as Alex began to trail a nail along his spine. "Sir." She nibbled at his ear. "Hunt, wake up. I need to discuss some ideas with you……."
OK, that's it. I was trying for eroticism rather than smut. Hope it turned out that way. I'm off for a lie down in a darkened room.....
