Thanks to everyone who has stuck with these, I do appreciate it. I had originally intended for this to be funnier, but it just got smutty instead. Ah well. Maybe next time.

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The dress was having the desired effect. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He'd wander the room, joking with the team, buying drinks, but he always drifted back to her. Sometimes it was just his eyes, looking so hard she felt almost naked – well she supposed she was, and there was no doubt what he had on his mind. Why would there be? It wouldn't be the first time. They'd finally got past that. Over the last few weeks Alex had even found herself hoping he'd take more chances with her, especially now that she was leaving. But he didn't. He was still so careful with her, around her, that her heart ached more than a little. She didn't want to hurt him.

Sometimes during the evening she'd find him standing next to her, listening to whatever conversation she was having, almost interested. He'd even hand her a drink now and then, his fingers careful to brush her hand or her fingertips as he did.

Alex spent hours waiting for the party to break up. She'd enjoyed herself, she would miss them, but she wanted to spend her last night, if it was her last night, with Gene. In his arms. Safe.

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"Got time for one more?" My god she had legs up to her neck. And he intended to spend the next several hours buried between them. How soon could they get out of here?

"If you insist." She smiled as she raised the glass, putting it slowly to her lips.

Gene watched her drink, managing to resist chasing the bubbly liquid with his tongue by sheer willpower. He couldn't resist leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I've had about enough of this party, how 'bout you?"

Alex shuddered as her body flushed from her toes to her ears. She eyed him with one arched eyebrow. "Meet me upstairs? Ten minutes?"

"Be there in five." He watched her say her good-byes and after gathering a fresh bottle of champagne from Luigi, followed her out the door.

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Alex whimpered under his touch, the bottle of champagne he'd brought ignored on the coffee table. She shuddered as his fingertips moved over the outside of her thighs, then the inside.

"You know Drake, I have no idea how this dress had not hitched up to your elbows with all the socializing you were doing tonight," he kissed her throat, her shoulder, nibbled her ear. "But I'm bloody well going to see it hitched up there now." Ignoring her protesting laughter Gene hooked his fingers under the hem of her dress, pushing it up until it had gathered under her arms. Alex lifted her arms and let him peel it over her head and shoulders, quivering a little as his eyes traveled her nearly naked body.

"There. That's skimpy enough," he growled, pushing her back against the sofa with his body, covering her mouth with his.

"Not fair!" Alex pushed him gently. "You're still dressed. " Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, she undid them one by one as he gazed at her. Her eyes drifted to his chest as each button revealed more of him, more Gene. Yes, they'd had sex before, but it had always been unplanned, unexpected. This time they'd both known without saying that they'd end up here. Together.

"Let me help you with that." Gene sat up, pulling his shirt out of his waistband, tugging open the last few buttons.

"Are you in a hurry Gene?" She bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to answer.

"'Course not." After shrugging off his shirt he grabbed her around the waist and pulled them both to the floor, rolling her gently beneath him. "More room."

"It's a bit hard, thought, isn't it?"

Gene pushed himself against her, his unmistakable erection pressing into her leg. "More 'n a bit, I'd say."

Alex laughed again, unable to remember the last time she'd laughed so much, had enjoyed a man so completely. Putting a hand to his face she pulled him into a kiss – long, sweet, pouring everything she had into him. She hoped he knew. Would know. Could somehow understand.

"You know Gene," she ran her hand through his hair as he kissed her neck. "The bedroom's really not that far away."

"Mmm. What? Bedroom?" He pushed up onto his knees. "Yeah. Bedroom. Great idea."

Gene followed her into the bedroom, wondering how he'd got her, where it was heading. She still talked about leaving. Going away. She'd even talked about it tonight like it was imminent. But here she was, and here he was with her. It was all he wanted, was it too much to ask? That she stay with him? Bollocks. She was never leaving.

He groaned a little as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, his target hidden behind tiny French knickers. He watched her through slitted eyes as she made quick work of his belt, his zip, as his trousers fell to the floor. Please please please. His eyes fell close as she stroked him, slowly at first, her fingers reaching between his legs, gently teasing his balls until his brain shut off. Don't stop. His mouth fell open as he felt her tongue wrap around him, warm and wet. Her name escaped his lips as he felt hers slide over his cock, tightening as she pulled him into her mouth, her tongue never ceasing its gentle pressure. Gene let her go as long as he could, he never wanted her to stop but he couldn't hold on. And he wanted her, wanted to come in her mouth, wanted her to want it. But not tonight. Maybe in the morning, he thought briefly, as he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her gently away.

Moving down to the bed Gene pushed Alex back against the pillows, his hands moving swiftly to her knickers and tugging them down and over her feet as she lifted them in the air. Alex sighed approval when he kissed over the inside of her thigh, across her belly, her hands gripping his hair as he tugged off her bra and pulled one peaking bud into his mouth, her body writhing underneath him. Gene chuckled into her shoulder as he nudged her legs wider with his own. All he wanted was to be inside her, make her cry, beg, want him like he wanted her. He knew it could never be like that, she could never need him like he needed her, but he could hope. "Look at me Alex" he murmured. "Look at me." Her eyes flew open, a small smile played on her mouth. He kissed it, could feel her smile against his mouth as he slid his tongue between her lips, as he entered her in one long slow stroke.

Alex arched her body toward him, needing to be closer, holding him tighter. Her hips moved to meet his slow strokes as he penetrated her completely with each one. She couldn't get close enough, wanted to be inside him, to know what he felt, to know everything about him. "Gene, more" she whispered and watched his eyes close tight, saw the sweat beading on his forehead, the damp hair falling over his face. Her lips parted as her head fell back against the pillow, every nerve ending in her body tilting towards an edge she knew she'd never return from, Gene's name spilled from her lips as she shattered beneath him, begging for more. Sensing her finish Gene pushed up off the bed, grunting, thrusting harder, faster, losing himself as molten heat poured from his body into hers.

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Later, Alex lay awake, listening to Gene's light snoring. She brushed the hair out of his face, he looked so peaceful. How could she leave him?