Many thanks, as ever, for the kind and enthusiastic reviews to the last chapter, and apologies for the delay in updating.
Now, where did we leave them? Oh yeah. Stuck in a comfortable apartment with a big bed, all alone, for the rest of the day. How will they relieve the boredom? Another game of Scrabble, maybe? ;)
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Chapter 10
Alex gripped the headboard for support as Gene moved slowly, almost lazily inside her, rolling a taut nipple between the fingers of one hand while the other stroked teasingly between her thighs. Trapped within the circle of his arms she could feel the heat radiating from his chest, and the warm breath fanning her neck sent a shiver of lust dancing down her spine. It was exquisite torture, but she craved more.
"Gene, please … I need …"
"On yer elbows, Alex. Now."
The low growl in her ear made her blood simmer and she fell forwards without hesitation, thrilling at the thought of the lewd vivion she must be presenting to him. He ran his fingertips slowly down the length of her naked back, his touch featherlight.
"Beautiful …"
Gripping her hips firmly, he withdrew and then surged back into her with one powerful thrust, and she moaned wantonly. He did it again, pulling her tightly against him, filling her utterly and completely.
"Is this what yer want, Alex?"
"God, yes … more … "
Her voice was husky with desire and he began to pound into her relentlessly, her whole frame quaking with the force as she met him thrust for thrust, taking everything he had to give. He slowed his pace momentarily, hips barely moving, leaving her teetering on the edge.
"Dirty mare. Yer bloody luv it, don't yer?"
"Gene! Don't stop … please … "
She tried to push back, desperate for release now, but he held her steady.
"Beg me, Alex …"
His voice was thick with lust, arousing her beyond reason, beyond sanity.
"Please, Gene … fuck me … hard …"
He needed no further encouragement, driving into her with renewed vigour, grunting with the effort. When he reached a hand round to rub her clit she finally shattered beneath him, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her body and she came from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Through the haze of bliss she vaguely registered his triumphant groan as he thrust hard one last time and exploded deep within her.
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Alex collapsed in a heap on the mattress and Gene went with her, supporting himself on his elbows as they lay there in a tangle of limbs, dizzy, sweaty and spent. She delighted in the feel of his weight pressing down on her, his chest heaving against her back as he sucked in several deep breaths, and when he rolled away she whimpered at the lack of contact, moving into the crook of his arm.
For a long while they lay there, basking contentedly in the afterglow, and then the loud rumble of Gene's empty stomach broke the mood. Alex sniggered against his chest.
"Sounds like one of us has worked up a bit of an appetite."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss against her hair.
"I could eat a scabby horse, but I'll settle fer a decent stack of butties."
As he tugged his blooded shirt back on she realised she still hadn't tended to his wound.
"God, Gene. Your poor shoulder …"
He held a hand up in protest.
"Trust me, yer Florence Nightingale routine can wait till after we've scoffed, luv. Me belly thinks me throat's been cut."
Shrugging into his coat, he turned back to her for a brief moment, his eyes gleaming.
"And yer needn't bother getting' dressed …"
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They ate together sprawled on the bed, both of them ravenous, sipping champagne in between bites. Alex had commandeered one of his spare shirts to wear while her newly washed underwear dried in the bathroom, intensely aware of his scrutiny throughout the meal, his heated gaze causing little pin-pricks of arousal up and down her spine. An hour ago we were both literally shagged out. How can I possibly want him again so soon?
Gene leant back against the headboard, long legs crossed at the ankle, and studied her over his glass, a little smirk tugging at his lips.
"What?"
God, those bedroom eyes would be the death of her.
"That shirt looks a damn sight better on you than it ever did on me, but I dunno why yer bothered."
She arched an eyebrow and took another sip of her champagne.
"Because for some reason I thought that the sight of me lolling around naked might have been a tad distracting."
"Yer think I haven't been distracted anyway?"
His hungry gaze swept slowly down her body and then back up, lingering over her breasts.
"Every time you lean forwards I get an eyeful of yer magnificent cleavage. Yer nipples are dangerously close ter pokin' holes in me best shirt. And yer don't need me ter remind yer what effect those legs have on me."
He leaned closer, skimming a fingertip teasingly up her thigh.
"Specially when I know yer not wearin' any knickers …"
She gasped and squirmed away from him, pretending to be shocked.
"Gene Hunt, you really are insatiable! You need a cold shower, but you'll have to wait because I'm taking a long hot one first. Alone."
Unable to resist, she glanced back over her shoulder flirtatiously.
"And naked …"
As she sashayed from the room he grinned to himself, already undoing his shirt.
"That's what you think, Lady Bols …"
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After he'd crept up on her in the shower and they'd indulged in yet another mind-blowing session, she insisted on tending to his shoulder, relieved to find that it was only a flesh wound after all, although a couple of stitches probably wouldn't have gone amiss. Dressing it with a couple of plasters Gene had managed to beg from the obliging landlord, she shuddered when she considered how much worse it could have been, and then pushed the thought firmly away. For now they were safe and together, and that was enough.
Gene let her fuss over him without complaint, trying to remember if he'd ever managed it three times in one afternoon before. Right now he was in need of a long nap, but he knew he'd be raring to go all over again later. She was like a drug and he couldn't seem to get enough of her, but it was more than that. He enjoyed her company, wanted to spend time with her, needed to keep her safe, whatever the risk to himself. It rocked him to his very core and yet he had to admit he was happier than he'd been in a very long time, despite the danger. He resolved just to go with it and not examine his feelings too closely, at least for now.
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That night they ate dinner at the big pine table, Gene's choice of steak and chips washed down with a couple of bottles of decent red. The conversation was light and flirtatious, both of them avoiding any discussion about the future: they were cocooned in their own little bubble and neither of them was ready to burst it quite yet.
Alex watched him over the top of her glass, giggling as much at the ribald language as at the anecdote he was currently sharing. If nothing else, Gene Hunt had a turn of phrase that could make a hardened pro blush. She'd always found him attractive but now she found she couldn't tear her gaze from him, watching him intently as he spoke, all too aware of what those lips were capable of, never mind those elegant fingers. She shivered at the thought, her head spinning as though she'd had too much wine, but she knew it wasn't the alcohol. I'm drunk on Gene, and I like the feeling. I like it a lot.
Afterwards they cuddled up on the sofa together and watched some mindless television until Gene remembered she was still wearing nothing under his shirt and dragged a protesting Alex onto his lap. Much later, they lay back panting for breath, and she felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest.
"Bloody hell, Bols. Good job we 'aven't got neighbours, yer language would put an Irish navvy ter shame."
She snorted, punching him playfully in the arm.
"Well, it's all your fault. Some of the things you just did to me are probably illegal in several US states."
He waggled his eyebrows wickedly.
"Hadn't yer heard the rumours about me legendary prowess in the bedroom, then? Anyway, don't 'old back on my account, luv. Gives me the right 'orn, you talkin' dirty in that plummy voice of yours."
She giggled, snuggling in closer, surprised at the little stab of jealously she felt somewhere under her ribcage at the thought of him with other women. He was too much of a gentleman to kiss and tell but she was willing to bet there'd been no shortage of them since his divorce. Gene Hunt was many things but a saint wasn't one of them, and she'd seen the effect his rugged good looks and macho swagger had on the female of the species. Pushing the thought away, she yawned and stretched contentedly.
"Speaking of the bedroom, you've completely worn me out. I really need to get some proper shut-eye. Coming?"
He smirked at her.
"Just did, ta muchly, but I could probably go another round with a bit of encouragement."
She huffed, rolling her eyes.
"I doubt even the great Gene Hunt is capable of five times in one day."
He followed her through to the bedroom, muttering under his breath.
"I wouldn't bet on it, Lady Bols …"
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If Alex is a bit tired, I volunteer to be her stand-in for a while. I know. I'm all heart! :)