Couldn't go out on the razzle tonight and not post this. There is SMUT in it!

Alex lit the last of the tall church candles she'd bought that afternoon and stood back, surveying the effect. Her room was bathed in a soft glow, the bed piled high with pillows. She'd remade it with fresh white bed linen, when she'd returned from meeting Shaz, in a café near the station.

Shaz had looked puzzled when Alex had handed her an envelope. It contained nothing but the spare front door key Gene had returned to her.

"Can you give this the DCI Hunt for me please? It's very important that you hand it to him yourself."

Shaz nodded. "He's not happy with you at all, is he Ma'am" It was a statement, not a question.

Alex shook her head, "No Shaz, he's not happy with me. In fact I'd go so far as to say that he hates me. I don't blame him. I've been a real bitch to him this time."

"You're wearing the necklace though" She smiled "It's gorgeous isn't it?. He must like you a bit if he got you something like that, mustn't he?"

"I don't know Shaz. I'll find out soon enough. Now, it's really important that you don't tell DCI Hunt that you've seen me. And especially don't mention the necklace"

"OK Ma'am. Don't worry you can trust me."

All Alex could do now was wait. She walked over to the full length mirror that was propped against the wall by her wardrobe, and examined her reflection. Her eyes looked huge in the candle light, the make-up accentuating them, along with her high cheekbones and red lips. She'd thought about wearing nothing at all, but she felt too exposed, too vulnerable. Instead, she'd put on her new, shatteringly expensive, underwear. Black silk and lace, the bra pushed up her breasts provocatively, the knickers just a whisper of material against her skin. Sheer stockings and suspenders made her legs look endless; an effect helped by the black, 3 inch stilettos that finished the outfit off perfectly. Around her neck lay the pendant, the diamond scintillating in the flicker of the candles.

As she waited for him, she pulled his jacket around her, the faint trace of his smell making her stomach contract with desire. Would he understand the message, she wondered. Would he give her a second chance? All she could do was wait.

It was late when she heard the key in the door. Alex held her breath, her heart beating so fast she felt it would burst. She listened as he went down to the kitchen first, and then he retraced his steps to the hall. She heard him pause, before climbing the stairs to her room. The door swung slowly open, and he stood there, a dark shadow in the doorway. She'd slipped his jacket off when she'd heard the key turn and now she stood in the middle of the room waiting for him. He took one step into the candlelight, his face impassive, "Wot do you want Alex?" he asked her, his voice betraying nothing, his eyes glittering dangerously.

"I want to keep my promise to you Gene, I want to say I'm sorry"….his eyes tracked the length of her body, stopping briefly as they rested on the necklace. Alex shivered as he took in every detail of her, but his face didn't change.

"Let me show you how sorry I am Gene….. please?" she walked slowly towards him until she stood as close as she could to him. Less than an inch of space separated them and Alex could feel the raw power emanating from him. She put a hand up to his face and touched his cheek with her fingers, "Please Gene". Her voice trembled slightly.

He caught her wrist in his hand, forcing it back away from his face. He gripped it too hard and Alex knew she would find bruises there in the morning.

"Don't play games wi' me Bolly" his voice was harsh and a muscle jumped in his cheek. She could smell the whisky on his breath "I don't play nice when I'm angry. I tend to forget my manners" His eyes were hard and the faint aura of menace that hung about him, deepened.

Alex swallowed, the breath catching in her throat.

"I'm not playing games Gene. I'm giving myself to you. I'm yours…… all yours"

"Mine? Are you sure that's what you want?" he hissed, pushing his face forward, staring down his nose at her, his eyes hard. "Think carefully about your answer Alex."

She felt a flicker of fear in her stomach, but she didn't look away from him.

"Yours" she whispered

"Good. I can do what I like with you, then", he snarled and his hand shot out, wrapping itself around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth onto his. He kissed her hard, too hard, bruising her lips as he used his teeth, biting viciously. His other hand was on her arse, grinding her hips forcefully against his. She could feel his arousal, he was hard against her. His fist tightened painfully in her hair, and she cried out.

Gene wrenched his mouth away from hers, shoving her back from him. His breath rasped in his chest and Alex saw his hands were shaking. She looked at the floor, clenching her jaw, not wanting him to see the tears of pain in her eyes, but he reached out and caught her chin, tipping her face up so he could look at her. His expression was agonized, "Jesus, Alex….. It shouldn't be like this, I didn't want it to be like this." He shook his head, like a dog, trying to clear away his anger.

She drew in a deep breath. "Lets start again, shall we" she said, softly. Despite what he'd just done, she wanted him badly, the wet heat between her legs was unbearable, the pulse there, jumping frantically in time with her heart.

He nodded, standing motionless, as she stepped forward and slipped the jacket from his shoulders, removing his tie and undoing the buttons of his shirt. Pushing it off him, careful of the livid scars that were still very much visible on his shoulder and side, she knelt in front of him, bending down to slip off his boots and his socks. She moved to the buckle of his belt and he reached out, gently stroking her hair as she undid his zip and slipped his trousers and boxer shorts off of him, exposing his hard cock."God, Gene, you are gorgeous" she breathed. She ran her fingers over him, feeling the length of him heavy and hot in her hands. Gene let out a ragged gasp and she bent her head and drew her tongue across his tip, flickering across the sensitive underside. She wrapped her lips round him, slowly pulling him into her hot mouth, and she heard him groan with pleasure. Alex felt herself grow even wetter as she continued to suck him hard, feeling him swell on her tongue. Pausing, she pulled back and licked him lightly and softly. His hips bucked in response and she wrapped her arms round his lower back, pulling her to him. As she took him deep into her mouth again, she heard him moan. His hands were in her hair, and he shuddered as her tongue moved on him. "No" his voice was hoarse, "No. Not yet." He pulled himself away from her and slipping his hands under her elbows, lifted her up the length of his body.

"My turn, now Bolly. Not yours".

He reached down and slipped his fingers inside her "Christ! You're so wet!" he whispered. He kissed her hard, walking her backwards until she hit the bed with back of her knees, falling across the mattress. He grinned down at her wolfishly, the anger gone from his eyes.

"I like your bedroom Bols. A bit too tart's boudoir for my taste, but the bed's great…."

He kissed down her collar bone to where her breasts spilled from her bra. Reaching behind her, he undid it, slipping it from her slowly, and gazed down at her. Dipping his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked slowly. She slid her hands over his back. "All those white sheets and pillows" he continued huskily "sweet & innocent", he used his teeth now, nipping hard, moving to the other breast, dragging his tongue over the raised bud of her nipple. Her nails dug into his skin.

"Are you sweet & innocent, Alex, or are you a dirty girl?" He laughed softly as she closed her eyes and moaned in response.

He moved down her body as he spoke, his hands slipping underneath her knickers, pulling them off her. He made no move to remove her stockings or suspenders. "I want to taste you Alex. I want my tongue inside you" he growled, licking at her skin, his hands everywhere. "Yes, yes… please Gene" Alex opened her eyes to watch as he moved between her thighs, running his tongue up them, just stopping short of touching her clit. His fingers teased her, dipping in and out lightly, softly. She whimpered with frustration "Please Gene" she repeated, thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth. He laughed again and moved his head away, throwing an arm across her body to stop her moving. She could feel his hot breath on her, his tongue darting and licking but never reaching her wet centre.

"Say you're sorry, Alex and I'll give you what you want." He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She realized this was his way of asserting himself. That he needed to be the one in charge, regaining the control he'd come so close to losing.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. His tongue pushed, licked across her clit, once, and then was gone.

"Louder"

"I'm sorry" he licked again, holding her hips down onto the bed,

"Again"

"I'm sorry!" she shouted it now "Please Gene, I need you….Oh god!…." He put his whole mouth on her, flicking his tongue inside her, sucking at her. Alex clawed at the mattress, writhing with the spasms that wracked her whole body. Again and again he licked her, slipping his hands under the cheeks of her arse, lifting her up to meet his hot, eager mouth. She felt her whole body explode with sensation. She moaned, wordlessly in disappointment as Gene moved away from her, lifting her hips higher, and she suddenly felt his cock, hot & hard against her. He rubbed the tip across her swollen clit, once, twice and then entered her in one smooth, hard thrust. "Ohhh," Alex cried out, as she felt her herself opened up, his cock filling her.

She couldn't think of anything but the heat of him inside her. She spread her legs wider, desperate for him to be in her as high as he could be. He held her hips tightly, forcing her to keep still. She watched his face, brow twisted with concentration, his teeth gritted as he fought for control. "Oh, Jesus…. You're so tight….. so fuckin' tight."

He paused, allowing her reach her hand down and feel them, joined together, skin against skin. "I want you Alex…. I want to fuck you so much….." his voice was clipped, his breathing shallow. He held himself still, looking at her intensely, searching her face and Alex realized what he needed to hear.

"Please Gene", she reached her hand round further and stroked him, his balls were hard and tight. "Fuck me… I want you to……I need you to…..please", she was almost sobbing with need now and she broke off with a gasp as he began to thrust into her, long, slow strokes, that set the heat in the centre of her rising again. His hands were still on her hips, controlling her movements and Alex threw her head back in the agony of not being able to push herself down onto him, to take him into her as deep as she could. She looked up at him again. His eyes blazed with passion.

"Is this what you want Alex" he asked her, panting hard

"Yes….. ohhh…. Harder…… deeper" she kept her eyes fixed on his face, seeing the triumph in his expression as he powered into her. "Like this?"

"Oh God! Yes! Again Gene, again." She screamed now, her throat hoarse. "harder….harder…."

He let go of her hips, allowing her to move freely and she pushed herself up onto her elbows, arching her back, straining to get as close to him as she could. He wrapped his arms around her and gathered her to him, kneeling up as she straddled him. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting hard. All the time he moved in her, relentlessly.

Alex screamed, digging her nails into his back, "Don't stop!, don't stop!... Ohhhh. I'm nearly…. Nearly…. Gene….I'm…almost…. I'm…."

His mouth found hers and she came, convulsing round him, the wetness of her flowing out of her onto his thighs. She arched back, grinding herself down onto him and Gene threw his head back, as he buried himself deep in her. She felt his whole body tense, his hands once again holding her hips tightly, as he spilled into her. "Oh God!… Jesus Christ!...Alex!... Oh…. Alex" He shook with the intensity of his climax, gathering her to him, his face in her neck.

He eased her back down on to pillows, still inside her. His eyes were closed and he was still shaking, breathing hard. Alex shuddered with aftershocks, little judders of electricity running through her. He held her close, his face in her shoulder.

He let out a deep ragged breath.

"Bolly" he whispered "Bols?"

"What"

"Earlier…. You know, when I hurt you"

She nodded

"Did I frighten you?" He looked at her now, his eyes searching her face and she knew she owed him the truth.

"Yes. Just a little"

"I'm sorry. There's no excuse"

Alex gave a small shrug. "That's ok. You realized and you stopped, that's what matters"

He held her tighter to him, and after a while reached up to touch the pendant that was still around her neck. He looked at it for a long moment.

"I thought I'd done the wrong thing, giving you this" he said his voice husky "You didn't say anything about it and I didn't want to ask you. When you let me stay, I thought you'd read my letter, but you didn't like the necklace. It never occurred to me that you hadn't seen either of them. I should have talked to you about it"

Alex kissed his mouth gently. "I love the necklace Gene, …. And I love the man who gave it to me"

He looked at her for a long time and she could see him struggling to put whatever he was thinking into words. Finally he spoke, softly

"I meant what I wrote to you, Alex, but you'll never hear me say it, don't ask me to. I've never said it out loud to anyone; it's just not the way I am." He paused, dropping his eyes, unable to meet hers. "Never wanted to say it to anyone before either, but I mean it about you."