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Part 3 of 5
(Prompt – Middles)
Stay With Me Til Dawn
Thursday 15th April 1982 - Night
Alex didn't have a moment to think before Gene's mouth was on hers, hard, demanding, passionate and honest. She returned his kiss desperately, weeks of frustration between them finally pouring out as their tongues tangled together, their bodies pressed so tightly against one another that nothing could get between them.
Sure that she wasn't going to walk away, Gene's hands moved from her shoulders, sliding over her curvy, silk clad body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.
Alex feared for a moment that her legs wouldn't hold her up; such was the effect his kisses were having on her. The bottle of champagne she'd been holding slid from her fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud as the hard bulk of his body pressed against her reminding her that Gene was all man, and reawakening the longing inside her that she'd always had for him.
Gene groaned into her mouth as her hands plunged into his hair, pulling his head closer to hers, deepening the kiss, and sending his blood skyrocketing. He barely even noticed that they were still standing in the hall; all he knew was that he had wanted her again since their first night together and now he was going to have her.
"Gene," she moaned as the need for air forced her to break the kiss, her head falling back against the wall as his lips found her throat, sending sparks of desire shooting through her body. She slid one of her legs around the back of his calf, grinding her hips against his and almost whimpering as she felt him, hard and ready for her.
His only response was a growl of frustration as he nipped her collarbone, the silk of her nightshirt stopping him from exploring any further. He moved away slightly, lifting his head and catching her eye as his hands moved up her body, trying to get her buttons undone, but seeing her staring at him, her eyes glassy with lust, as she shrugged off her dressing gown, drove his desire to breaking point and he grabbed the edges of the shirt, pulling hard and giving her a brief, satisfied smile as the buttons popped off, flying everywhere.
Alex gasped as he ripped her nightshirt open, her breath catching in her throat at the look in his eyes and she reached for him, uncaring that she was half naked as she pulled his shirt up and with a bit of help from the man himself, over his head. They instantly reached for one another, both moaning at the feel of skin on skin as their mouths met once more in a demanding kiss.
He'd only had a second to glance at her beautiful body, bare except for her knickers, but he knew that before the night was out he would have acquainted himself with every inch of her. The feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest made him harder than he thought possible, the scent of her skin driving him wild and without breaking the kiss, he pulled her away from the wall and began to move them down the hall and back to his room.
As they moved their kisses grew rougher, more demanding and Gene grabbed the edges of her knickers, rolling them down her legs, and only pausing in their journey for Alex to kick them off.
Alex heard him fumbling with the door handle for a moment before they tumbled into his room. Her hands moved to the waistband of his trousers, working them open and pushing them and his boxers down as far as she could reach without breaking the kiss.
Stepping out of his clothes, Gene continued to back her toward the bed, his hands sliding over her body, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. He needed to see her, to touch and taste her, to be inside her.
Feeling her legs hit the bed; Alex let herself fall backward onto it, pulling Gene with her. She slid one of her legs through his, rubbing against the hardness of his cock and moaning at the feeling. Gene growled her name as she rubbed against him, knowing that he wouldn't last long if she carried on like that. He lifted his head to look at her, a wanton goddess, her nightshirt hanging open and off one shoulder, her lips swollen from their kisses, eyes dark and seductive, seeing deep inside him, calling to him.
They reached for one another at the same moment, her hand wrapping around the length of him, feeling the weight of him, the heated, smooth skin stretched tight. "Christ, Bolly," he growled, his own fingers sliding over the flatness of her stomach, seeking and finding her centre, easily sliding into the wetness he found there. "Oh…" She breathed, her hips arching upward, her mouth finding his as they kissed with an unbearable mounting tension.
"Alex god, need you now…Can't wait," he gasped, breaking the kiss and reluctantly moving their hands as he positioned himself at her entrance, barely sliding into her, lifting his head to meet her eyes.
"Do it, Gene," whimpered Alex, not able to stand it for another minute. He nodded and guided himself inside her, slowly, gently, until he was as deep inside her as he could possibly get. "Jesus Christ, Alex," he managed, holding himself still and relishing the feeling of being buried deep inside the beautiful woman below him. He took a long deep breath, pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into her, making them both cry out.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on as he began to set a deep, steady rhythm, her hands sliding over his back and up to wrap around his neck, pulling him to her and kissing him, deeply, passionately, their tongues duelling as their bodies met and parted over and over.
Gene had one fleeting thought as he broke the kiss, needing to breathe as his thrusts grew faster, harder; that if he were to die right now, he would die happy. He slid one of his hands under her, tilting her hips up to meet him. "Alex…Can't last much longer," he bit out as he felt the first fluttering of her orgasm approaching.
With every thrust, Alex felt herself getting closer and closer, he filled her completely, fitted her perfectly, and the way he made her body react to his…He dipped his head, biting down lightly on the pulse of her throat as his hand moved between them, finding her nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Her back arched and she cried out his name, clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over them. Watching her face as she came, Gene knew he would never see a more beautiful sight and as her body tightened around him, he came hard with a shout, holding still as he emptied himself into her.
Alex's body was shaking with the aftershock of her orgasm, even as she felt him coming inside her, and when he collapsed on top of her, it was as much as she could do to stroke his sweaty hair away from his face. "Thank you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"What the bloody hell are you thanking me for, Bols?" muttered Gene, lifting his head from its resting place at her breast. "I should be the one thanking you!"
Alex laughed, and then sucked in a breath as the movement caused another spasm to ripple through her. "Thank you for being honest with me."
Reluctantly, Gene moved off of her and collapsed back onto the bed, turning his head to look at her. "I'm always honest, Bols, they don't call me 'honest Gene' for nothing you know!" He lifted his arm and she slid over into his embrace, feeling all the tension that had risen between them in the last few weeks, just melt away as his arm wrapped around her.
"Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard anyone call you that, Gene" she replied with a smirk, closing her eyes, just savouring the moment between them, blocking out her mind, which, although thrilled at the pleasing turn of events, was forming more questions than she had answers for.
Gene took a deep breath and let it out. He'd just had sex with Alex, his DI and professional partner, for the second time, but it was different this time, at least it seemed different to him, more real. Sleeping with a colleague was probably not one of the cleverest things he'd ever done, but lying naked in bed, with her body pressed to his side, her head on his chest, it was hard to remember why and he chose to go with that thought as he began to drift into sleep.
"Sweet dreams, Gene," whispered Alex, hearing his breathing become heavy, her eyes struggling to stay open after the events of the evening. She moved onto her side, smiling as he mumbled something and moved with her, throwing one arm around her waist. "…I think tonight, you might have got the girl."
