Summary: What If after Alex remembered who it really was in her dream, she found herself tempted by the idea of Gene Hunt? And What if she had seen Gene's artistic doodle?
Author's Notes: 09sasha has been very patient with me writing her wonderful suggestions. She asked to see a 'what if.' Based around the very well known and famous freezer scene in 1.06. This is my favourite episode of the first season, so I wanted to make sure I did it justice. In my mind, that entire dream of Alex's was a naughty sexy dream wrapped up in a metaphor of falling through dark chaos only to be grounded by a strong and delectable protector. With the odd Evan/Alex thing the writers ran with in the first season, I think this still makes sense that Alex originally thought it was Evan in her dream. Making her blushing cheeks even redder when she realises it was Gene! So here's my take! As always, I like to add a little character/study observation at the beginning of my fics, to really help you understand the mindset of the fetch yourself a nice relaxing drink, get comfy and let's go! - herstoryboooks.
That bloody woman! She just had to be right, didn't she? She would usually nag him about his gut instinct not being enough to convict a man, but not this time! Oh no! The one time he chose not to trust his gut and go on evidence alone, she had to argue with him. She had to fight and battle against him. And to make matters even worse - and more annoying - she was right. How did she know when a case did or didn't rely on guts and instincts? What was it in her posh mouthy tart brain that gave her that ability and not him? That bloody woman! Those were the thoughts that went round and round his brain as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator pedal and raced over to the Alla Casa.
The Quattro squealed to a halt as Gene swerved and went over the pavement curve. Halting the car outside the closed restaurant, the cold morning air casting a slight blue tinge over the scene. With the rest of the working world, still not quite up and awake yet, the sound of Gene's car door slamming shut echoed briefly but loudly in the open air. Stepping forward and walking with quick purpose, Gene tried pulling the doors open first. It made him feel strong to walk into a place with no hesitation, no fear of the unknown. But the damned things were locked, so he pressed the doorbell. It rang out continuously for seconds, announcing his presence without any doubt. There was no movement or sign he had been acknowledged. He pressed again, squinting to look further into the building, but there was still no movement. He walked up and down the length of the large windows that allowed light into the building. With every point of view he took, there was still no sign of life. But at this time in the morning, he knew the Cale's were home. He was being ignored and growing frustrated. He tried pulling and pushing the second entrance of the building, but still his request for entry was denied. Shaking the first door handles angrily his fury erupted in a small burst.
"Joan! Chas! Come and open this bloody door!" He bellowed. But still there was nothing. He had to change his tactic. He was too busy looking towards the back of the building when he should have been looking closer to himself. To the tiled floor. Amongst the tan flooring was a speck of black that didn't belong. He looked down at the elongated rectangle and even a good distance away, he recognised the blurred shapes that formed her face, her hair and stature. That bloody woman.
Right - he thought to himself. Enough was enough. He was getting into that building one way or another. Bolly wasn't careless enough to leave her warrant card laying around, and there was no reason for her to have dropped it on their last visit to this restaurant. There was only one reason it would be on the Cale's floor at this time, and only one reason she herself wouldn't be strutting to the door to tell him to calm down and take a softer approach of policing. He stepped a good distance from the building and pulled his gun out free. Again, with no hesitation he raised his arm, aimed and fired a solid bullet into the glass window of the Alla Casa. The rippling effect was instant. Solid clear glass splintering into multi coloured grains before falling into larger shards and crashing on the floor. They fell to the ground as Gene Hunt stepped over the threshold, done with asking or demand permission. His patience and manners splintering along with the glass that fell around him. The name Alla Casa disintegrated as his crocodile boots tapped on tiled floor and echoed in the loud contact.
He moved swiftly on instinct, his body following the trail of breadcrumbs before his mind had finished registering the information. The warrant card on the ground, the random bottle of champagne sitting in the centre of a table. Forgotten after a table of guests from the night before perhaps? No, it was full and cold to the touch. It had only just been taken from its cooler. Small, very small, but still visible specs of fresh blood sprayed on one of those stupid centre floral arrangements posh places like this had. Where next? Well it would be stupid to leave a hurt and pained copper in the main restaurant with see-through windows. They would have dragged her away from eyes. To the back. Up the stairs? No. Chas himself admitted he was no longer in a fit state, he didn't have the energy. The backrooms. The office was bare of anyones presence. But there was a draft and a trickle of white light that guided Gene to the large meat freezer. It barely took a peak into the cold ice box to see the items that didn't belong. Her long slender body tied on the ground, her wild curls splayed out and slowly tinted with red. Her bright blue eyeshadow sparkling as she blinked her hazed eyes in his direction. She was looking towards him, but completely through him. Her eyes were going glassy and gently rolling away from him. As he stepped toward her and kneeled down to look closer, praying she would yell something through the gag placed in her mouth, to show the fight was still in her. But all he saw was the single tear glistening with her faded life. The moment her head lulled was the moment Gene was snapped back into action.
He took the gag from her mouth and reached over to free her hands from their restraints. There was no use untying her ankles right now. She was unconscious and wouldn't be walking out of here by herself. Trying to undo the tight fiddly knots would just waste precious time. Scooping her up in his arms, the cold shiver of her skin sending fear through Gene's blood, he kicked open the fridge door and carried her into the back office. He tried to be gentle as he placed her down on the sofa but he had no time for caution. She was still cold and eyes shut from him.
"I bloody dreamt about doing this…" He mumbled to himself as he ripped open the constrains off her blue shirt. Only in his mind would he finish that sentence.
But only in my nightmares was it because you were close to death.
His gloved hands pressed firmly and briefly over her heart as Gene dug deep in his brain for his CPR training. He'd watched Tyler do this once on an older, much more frail, woman and saved her life. But with every press to her heart she stayed still, no signs of life returning to her. "Don't you dare!" Gene warned her. He pressed his ear to her chest, desperate to hear any sound of pumping blood, of a beating heart. But the blood in his ears was pumping too loudly through the adrenaline. He knew she'd give him a slap for even considering it, but all he could think of was mouth to mouth. The kiss of life. The last kind of kiss he wanted to place upon Alex Drake's lips. But he had never felt so desperate. His gloved hand cupped her chin, opening her mouth as he leant down. And just before his lips brushed against hers, the sound of a gasp and her eyes sparking open caught him off guard. She was alive.
They both stayed still, breathing and looking at one another in a state of bewilderment, but relief. Her hand suddenly appeared on his cheek, but the sting he expected didn't follow. Her thumb brushed gently across his cheek as her fingers lightly tickled the back of his hair.
"I worked it out." She breathed. "I made the connections and I — I solved it." He was still in shock, he hadn't realised his hand was still around her chin. He was hypnotised by the feel off her finger tips on his face and the breath of her voice. Whatever nonsense she was saying, it was like a siren song. "And you saved me. And if you saved me… maybe I can… save them." She'd stopped talking and was only looking at him, with her chest heaving as she took in oxygen that had been deprived for her body. Was he supposed to say something now? Shit! What was he supposed to say? That he had never been so scared to loose a person in his entire life. That he'd never felt so desperate that instead of kicking doors down, he shot through glass windows? Panic was rising and so his mouth spoke the only way he was comfortable speaking.
"Yeah I think it's called concision."
She sighed heavily and with that breath the moment of intimacy was gone.
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"Oh listen to the whimpering and the whining." She heard his light hearty version of his thundering voice. She was sat in the kitchen, hunched in a chair as Shaz applied disinfectant to the cuts in her head. Chris and Ray were sat in the table by the end of the room, sniggering and smiling to each other in their usual school boy fashion. The stings and pain that struck her skin felt suddenly soothed as Gene swaggered in with a cheeky grin and chucked an icepack on the table for her. "Get your laughing gear around that. How are ya?"
"I'm fine. I'm great actually." She smiled hesitantly. The shivers and the pain that haunted her, along with the spooky clown of death were gone. And suddenly she felt lighter. "How's Chas?"
"Oh Chas lives, to fit another day, in prison." Alex smiled and scoffed at his sarcastic bravado, comforted by his usual self. "Bloody hellfire." He then mumbled, eyes going wide as he raced behind and snatched a piece of paper from the bulletin board. "Disgusting, obscene smutty filth! I'll find out who did it." He grumbled. When she finally turned around to see him he was staring daggers at his DC and DS.
"What? What's obscene?" She asked.
"nothing." Everyone avoided her eye contact and was quick to move their conversation elsewhere. After explaining the concept of money laundering to Chris, which had Alex question the quality of his training, Gene pattered her leg in a friendly manner. "Right, let's get you home shall we?"
They walked side by side through the halls, their kingdom. Or Gene's Kingdom as he liked to remind her. But she had a sneaking suspicion he saw her as his right hand. The two senior officers running CID as smoothly as they could.
"All I have to say to you, Gene Hunt, is that you should trust those ageing instincts, because you haven't even approached your prime yet."
"I think you're right. In fact, I'm about three minutes away from reaching my sexual peak. Wanna celebrate?" She smiled as they stopped walking again and turned to face each other. He was being cheeky, a good sign.
"Unfortunately, I have a headache." She said cheerfully, playing along with his game.
"Of course you do." He nodded, not even hiding his wandering glare to her chest before glancing up at her again. With no return quip to send his way she moved to walk around the corner of the halls when she spotted little Donny.
"Hey!" She smiled.
"Hello. Where'd you come from?" Alex felt her heart flutter as Gene's tone of voice changed so quickly, modifying himself for the younger boy who had already gone through so much.
"Look what I done!" Donny lifted his hand, presenting them with the solved Rubik's cube Alex had given him the night before. "I got taught how to do it by the bloke who brought us here. It's brilliant, isn't it?" Alex smiled and chuckled as Evan walked through the doors in his subtle but confident way.
"Yeah, it's brilliant." She nodded.
"Great presents for kids. I gave one to Caroline's daughter the other day. She loves it." As Evan wrapped his arm around Donny's shoulders the images of a younger Alex playing and moving the squares off a Rubik's cube came to mind and finally made sense. The odd dream she had, when the strange man she had deduced must have been Evan, was her clue all along.
"Of course you did! It was you!" She heard herself call. "Uh — it was, uh, it was you who brought Donny in." She feigned. Evan looked at her with amused wonder.
"I keep getting these reports from Caroline that you're ill or you're upset or you're both and every time I see you, you just…" she smiled as words failed him. "I'm also here because Donny wants to see his mum and he wants to see his new brother if that's okay." Alex looked behind her briefly for Gene's go-ahead. She struggled to see any reason to prolong this boys separation with his mother anymore. Their case was solved, it was time for Donny to go home.
"Can you come?" Donny's voice piped up excitedly. "You have't seen my baby brother yet. And you can now."
"Yeah, and I can give you a lift home. I mean, it sounds like you have't been to bed all night."
"Please say yes, please do." Alex chuckled, how could she say no?
"Alright, yeah. sure."
Evan smiled again at her as he walked Donny away and left Alex to turn awkwardly back at Gene behind her, forgotten in the scenario. "I'm just going to, um—"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you… see you later. Well tomorrow probably. Some time, whenever." Alex walked backwards with an odd look. Gene Hunt was acting odd.
"Till tomorrow." She concluded and turned with her smile. As she stepped through the double doors she felt a warm glow in her chest at another mission solved, another step further away from death. How funny that that dream that had thrown her completely off balance had been the vital clue she needed all along. The dream suddenly came crystal clear, what she previously remembered in hazy images now clean and building their shapes.
But suddenly, circles formed into squares, and what looked like shades of blues turned purple. Her feet stilled as she felt herself floating in the darkness again. Vulnerable in her thin bed sheets and only her black silk shirt to protect her body from the outer elements. Cold and alone and uncertain. Then came that warm glow. Building in her stomach and reassured her it was okay to fall back into the floating darkness, that she would be kept safe. Allowing her body to fall back, the warmness spread further, tingling and throwing her body into deep heated bliss. It built and built until it ended with a large explosion, throwing Alex back down into the hands of daylight. Her body landing heavily on her bed and back in her bedroom. Barely a second passed when she registered the physical embodiment of her reassurance laying beside her, hidden under the covers. Squinting to see through the glaring sun-rays, she watched as the large masculine body began to roll, pushing her duvet off of himself. She saw the large hand and black coat and expected red circles, Evan. But as the duvet fell away she saw the purple square. She saw Gene Hunt staring back at her.
Turning in her shocked realisation, Alex looked to Gene. Expecting him to be standing in the hallway, hands in his pockets and perhaps grinning at her. As if to say 'well who else did you think it would be?' But he was gone. Leaving her only with the oddest fuzzy feeling in her legs as she turned and walked out of CID.
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Closing the door behind her had never sounded so sweet. She's visited Donny's new baby brother for an hour or so, but her mind was constantly filtering in and out of the conversation. Her mind was still rattling around her latest revelation. Evan tried to question her on their drive back, provoke some sort of conversation, but with little success. Alex remained polite, simply excusing her mood being from the lack of sleep, which wasn't a complete lie. On her way up to her flat she bumped into Luigi who started fussing over her instantly. Pointing out her tired eyes and lifeless skin. Even though it had been Alex's plan all along, he made her promise to go upstairs and sleep right away. He told her that he would make her dinner to save her energy and she could come down and pick it up when she was ready later than night. Kicking off her boots and throwing her jacket onto the sofa, she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall into the laundry basket. She climbed under her duvet cover and felt her body sag with tiredness. And the moment she closed her eyes, her brain returned to that nagging place in her mind.
She was laying on her bed, sleeping on her side in the midsts of night. Visually it was obvious that it was late into the evening, the blackened sky and the pattern of striped streetlights coming through her blinds. Alex felt warm and fuzzy, as if she was wrapped up in soft cotton. Smiling and humming to herself she shuffled deeper into her duvet cover. But as she scooted her body father back, she came in contact with something solid and warm. She knew whose body lay beside her, but was fearful to turn around and look - incase her fantasy was wrong and the hands now skimming up the length of her thigh weren't of those she wanted. His touch was like silk. Smooth and intoxicating. His finger tips swam up and down her bare thigh, bringing Alex to the awareness she was naked - but she didn't feel vulnerable. Unlike the dream she had found herself in before, the darkness was no longer frightening, it was comforting.
The gleeful shiver that ran up and down Alex's spine was welcomed as skilful hand traveled further up, skimming her hips, up her ribcage and flickering around her neck. When the touch on her skin became heated, fingertips replaced with the grazing of lips, Alex heard herself sigh in pleasure. Urging her companion on with their movements. Grazings of lips quickly became sweet kisses along her neck as hands returned to stroking up and down her bare body. Alex entwined her delicate fingers with his as she gripped his hands, anchoring her physically in the moment. Enjoying every sensation of his lips on her neck. When the masculine hand escaped from hers and reached around to cup and squeeze her breast, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her eyelids closed heavily. Her body lulled over onto its back. With her eyes still closed, Alex felt the pressure of another body manoeuvring to hover above hers. Lips continued to ghost where hands had just left. Along her collar and up her neck. Kissing down her clavicle as hands tenderly held onto the curvature of her hips. A chill wafted over her skins as the duvet cover was pulled away and the hot lips moved further and further down Alex's body. The rest of her dream moved with hazy images of a fever dream. The sensations through her body remained building at a gentle uphill increase, each moments more intense and intoxicating as the next. But the images flashed by erratically. Alex saw the hands clambering all over her body, both bodies bare as Alex's head fell back in ecstasy, lips biting gently along her throat as the two rocked and moved with one another. Alex felt her hands dive into a fistful of soft short hair and began to fail at fighting the urge to open her eyes and gaze upon her companion. The whisper of her own name echoing through her ear was the final temptation she needed as she recognised the voice, reassuring her who she wanted to be riding her body in pleasure, was in fact the man beneath her.
But when she opened her eyes, all that was staring back at her were the blinds of her bedroom. Street lamps shining through her window, indicating the hours that she had slept, well into the night. Her skin was clamming and covered in sweat, but clothed non the less. She sighed and grunted in frustration as the pooling between her legs registered with her brain. She rolled over to check her alarm clock. 8:30pm blinked back at her.
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After showering away the evidence of her fevered dream, Alex slipped on her boots and stepped quietly down to the restaurant and bar below her flat. She could hear the chuckles and cheers of CID echoing up to meet her. She had been hoping maybe the rest of the team would have been too tired to make their regular appearance at Luigi's. She was only popping down to collect her food anyway. Her face was free of colourful makeup and she was only wearing leggings and a jumper. She didn't have on her armour to face the ruckus of her team. So she moved quickly and unnoticeable to the far corner of the bar, hidden behind a group of men drinking on the bar stools. After brief smiles, Luigi disappeared to get her food, leaving her free to stand and take in the inhabitants of the bar, without knowing her stare was upon them. Ray, Shaz and Chris were huddled over a table, laughing and drinking in their usual happy manner. It was nice to see members of her team not completely drained from the job they chose to take on. Chris was dopey but had a good heart, only wanting to help those around him. Ray, as odd and misogamist as he could be, he wanted to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. No matter the cost. And then there was Shaz, bright and bubbly Shaz who saw a flawed world but had enough optimism to know she could play a part in fixing it. Then, amongst the smoke and hidden away in their usual corner, was their fearless leader. The Manc Lion. Gene Hunt. He was pouting, holding a cigarette in the air as he mused into his pint glass. The smoke curled in the air around him, and Alex felt something in her stomach curl as well.
When they said there was a fine line between love and hate, they weren't kidding. When she arrived in this messed up world, Gene was a symbol of everything she was desperate to get away from. But in these last few months, how much that had changed. His pure macho alpha male demeanour was constantly causing conflict in Alex's mind. At times it infuriated her! Aggravated her, the way he walked and talked. The way he assumed he alone was the letter of the law. His outdated attitudes on women, on the world. It was typical and annoying. But day by day, she got glimpses of what else was behind that shell. The true version of Gene Hunt. The protector, the defender. Their leader. And that was when his alpha male ego rippled into Alex's natural instincts. She had almost fallen to it once before. After a tiresome day of arguing, a reminder how alone she was in this world and too many bottles of wine. She leaned in and practically offered herself to him. And he had done the right things. Damn you Gene Hunt, for actually being a good honest man. She saw more and more evidence to support her theory that Gene was actually a warm soul. The way he interacted with those grieving, off the young and innocent. When there were people in trouble, they wanted Gene Hunt's arm around them, his hand in theirs and his support.
Alex stood and stared, watching Gene lean casually back in his seat, putting the cigarette briefly to his lips before blowing smoke in the air. She felt her body react and quiver. Air escaping from her lips subconsciously. Shit.
"Signora Drake. Your food." Pulled from her trance, Alex smiled her thank you to the older man and picked up the cardboard box, warmed and steaming with delicious smells. As she turned to get one final glance at Gene Hunt, the men at the bar stepped away, revealing her to anyone searching for her. And Gene Hunt had been searching for Alex Drake all night. His eyes found hers immediately. Taken back by his intense stare Alex smiled to break the tension. He frowned gently toward her, his version of an acknowledging smile. She looked around and saw how the rest of the team was still oblivious to her arrival and seemed to be paying little attention towards entertaining their Guv. Alex acted on the thought before she even had time to draw up a mental pros and cons list. She slightly lifted the box of food in the air, offering it to Gene as she nudged her head towards her flat. Gene raised the rest of his pint and nodded to her, signalling he'd be up to join her soon.
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Alex felt her lips turn upwards at the sound of the creaking door.
"Open a bottle will you?" She asked over her shoulder as she dished pasta onto plates. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet." Gene answered as he took the bottle off wine from the kitchen counter."So what's all this about then, Bolls?" Gene asked as he popped the cork out of the wine bottle. Alex smirked as she walked over towards the table and placed the two meals on either side. "This is me saying thank you." The soft electric beats off 'Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime' by The Korgis floated subtly through the room from Alex's stereo as she sat down in her chair and looked up at Gene.
"You don't have to thank me, Bolls. 'S my job." Gene grunted as he joined her at the table, setting the wine glasses beside their adjacent meals. "Besides," he sniffed as they settled down in their seats. "You should see the amount of paperwork they give me when an officer cops it on duty. Was just saving myself the trouble."
"That's good then." Alex played along. "For a moment then I thought I was in your debt."
"Well, if you wish to drop to your knees to show your gratitude I would not object." He smirked cheekily.
"I'll keep that in mind." Alex smiled sarcastically, reaching for her glass and momentarily meeting the youthful and wicked eyes of the man who had made a surprise cameo in her dreams just hours before.
They ate and spoke of work. Alex asked about Gene's history with Chas Cale, listening to most likely over exaggerated tales of his own brilliant detective skills and acts of bravery. As the words tumbled from his mouth, the hours passed quickly, dirty plates were put in the sink and the two senior officers were now lounging on Alex's sofa with a glasses relaxing lazily between their fingers. With his feet splayed out on the floor in front of him, Gene leaned back into Alex's sofa and turned his head to see her watching him intently as he spoke. Her boots were kicked off, laying underneath the coffee table as she curled her legs beneath her, propping her head up with her hand.
"Imagine my surprise when the judge dismissed the case for lack of evidence." He retorted bitterly.
"I'm sure you were a picture of calm but quiet anger." Alex teased, happy to see Gene chuckle slightly under his breath.
"Well I doubt Chas will be able to wiggle his way out of this one. Doctors note or not, assaulting a senior police officer is often frowned upon." Alex nodded and hummed along, attempting to hide her discomfort as the memories of her cold time in the freezer rushed through her mind once again. But Gene could sense the tension in her posture. He lulled his head to look at her, ignoring her false and forced smile, an attempt to deceive him. "You sure you're okay?" He asked quietly.
Alex felt uneasy under his eye, especially when he dropped his tone to such a quiet and caring way.
He'd done it once before, when they were investigating the murders of Delphine Parkes. She'd been slumped over her desk, staring at the pictures of the lifeless girl, followed by happier photographs that reminded her that behind every crime and murder, was a family who felt the loss of their little girl. She couldn't help but think of her own little girl. Was she safe? Would she ever have to face the brutality of this world to the point of physical and emotional harm? How could someone do such a thing to another life? And how could she not be there to protect her own daughter from such acts? It was getting too much for her brain, but she couldn't look away from the photographs. As the tears were just about to threaten to pool up in her eyes, Gene had come over to her side. Rested his hands on her desk, lowered his voice and checked she was okay.
Now he was looking up at her from his carefree position on her sofa, with the same safe gentle eyes and tentative voice.
"I'll get another bottle." Alex stood from her seat quickly, escaping the worrisome observation of Gene Hunt.
"Alex," he said steadily as she rushed passed him. He followed her into the kitchen, watching as her shaky hands fussed around the cabinets of her apartment. She tried to open a wine bottle but the clinking of glass was frustrating her. "Alex." Gene repeated, forcefully this time. She finally set the bottle of wine down on the table and slumped her body forward. Leaning on the counter with her back to Gene, he heard her sniffle and sigh heavily. Shit, she was crying. Gene was never good with crying women. He felt his palms begin to sweat at the threat of an emotional woman. But for once, he thought she had a good enough excuse to fall to her knees and weep. Being whacked over the head, concussed, tied up and thrown in a freezer left to die. Even he would need a stiff drink to numb the memories. He wiped his palms on his jacket as he filled the distance between them and turned Alex around. He saw her red tired eyes, trying so desperately hard not to allow tears to flow over onto her cheeks. She looked up and tried to fake a smile but could only let out a pained laugh as the first tear dripped down her cheek.
"I thought I was going to die." She whispered horsely before collapsing into Gene's embrace. He held her tightly as she cried into his chest. With a calm hand, he brushed the curls that mound on her head and tried steady his own pained heartbeat.
"You're okay." He said quietly, not sure if it was reminder for Alex or himself. "I wouldn't let that happen to you now, would I, Bolls?" The use of her nickname managed to elite a smile in Alex as she sniffed but chuckled, pulling away from Gene to see his face.
"Too much paper work?" She guessed jokingly.
"Something like that." He smirked. Alex laughed again, looking down at her feet and noticing how close she and Gene had gotten. She laughed again, purely at the state of her. The tears down her face, her hands gripping on desperately to Gene Hunt, the man who kept surprising her. Surprising her by saving her and being so kind. She looked up and he surprised her even more. He looked down at her and if she didn't know any better, she thought she could see a yearning, a desperation of relief that she was still laughing and talking in front of him. That he had managed to save her and she wasn't dead in a freezer.
Alex's hand moved slowly up from its grip on Gene's arm and onto the stubbled texture of his cheek. Thinking back, she would never be able to describe how they had gone from one second to the next, what subtle actions had gone between them. All she knew was that one moment she was looking up into Gene's blue eyes, seeing a rare sight of softness, and the next he felt their two bodies collide and become one orbit. With shut eyes their lips pressed firmly against one another, Gene's arms sliding around to hold Alex by the waste, as her fingertips brushed along his jawline. Their kiss continued as Gene guided their two bodies further into the kitchen, lifting and setting Alex down on the counter top. Her legs wrapped around his waste to keep him as close to her body as possible as she dipped her head further down to kiss him. Soft brushes off lips eventually became heated and rushed, hands leaving their safe resting place and exploring the body of the other person in front of them.
With heavy breaths and fast beating hearts, Alex's hands wandered underneath the lapels of Gene's jacket, attempting to remove it from his shoulders. As her hands adventured across his chest, she felt a sudden invasion of pain slice along the tip of her finger. She pulled her lips away, both her and Gene frowning in confusion.
"ow!" She hissed, looking at her skin and seeing a small bead of blood building.
"What? What?" Gene asked in ragged breaths, unhappy for their moment of impulsive kissing to have come to an erupt end.
"Something cut me. What've you got in there?" She asked as her hand dived back into his inner jacket pocket. It was as the flash of white paper appeared in his view that Gene's eyes went wide and his body stilled like a deer in headlights. Unable to move, he watched as Alex unfolded the piece of paper and took in the biro scratchings of his bored and perverted mind. He watched as her pupils went wide and her cheeks flushed suddenly. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet his. He couldn't gage her reaction from her face, it was giving nothing away. Until suddenly she began to giggle. His face contorted in confusion as her laughter grew, but eventually her howls of laughter managed to erupt a chuckle in his own chest. The sound of his own amusement just made Alex laugh even more.
She leaned forward, resting her for head on Gene's chest, holding him for balance as she carried on laughing. She felt Gene sigh with relief beneath her body and laugh at the bizarreness of the situation they found themselves in. When her laughter began to subside she threw her curls back and looked up at him with a weary smile. Gene returned her smile as he lifted his hands and cupped her face sweetly. He leaned down and briefly brushed his lips against hers, keeping their faces close when lips separated.
"Goodnight, Bolls." She grinned.
"Goodnight, Gene." Alex nodded as she watched him pull himself away. It wouldn't be right for them to indulge in their desires tonight. They were both tired, Alex still weak and vulnerable from their adventure. But she felt grateful for his acts of support and tenderness. The kiss alone had relaxed her bones and wiped away some of the grime left by the Cale's.
She stayed seated on her kitchen counter until she heard the rumble of the Quattro disappear in the distance. Looking down at her hands she looked back at the forgotten drawing and smirked to herself again. At least now she knew she wasn't alone with her midnight fantasies.
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"You like nice ma'am." Shaz smiled as she watched the detective inspector walk into CID. It had been a while since she'd seen her D.I done a skirt. She was wearing the long pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a bold red satin shirt that was as bold as she was.
"Thanks, Shaz." Alex smiled coyly. When Shaz turned to return to her desk, she caught the eyes of her guv staring lustfully over at DI Drake and a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head. She was wearing the same outfit that the Guv had drawn her in in his little doodle. Shaz stifled back a laugh as she sat down and snook another glimpse at Alex, who's cheeks were redder than usual.
"What you smiling at?" Chris asked, dropping off some filed on her desk.
"She's seen the drawing." Shaz whispered.