A/N
so this is my very first A2A fanfic.
I've been enjoying binge watching Ashes recently and have hopelessly fallen in love with Gene Hunt! I've also been enjoying reading all the old fics from 10yrs ago and thought I'd give it a go myself.
I haven't written anything at all in quite some time - a couple of years actually - so hope this is up to par. It was going to be a one-shot but as with most of my fics it doesn't end up that way.
So I hope anyone out there who is still enjoying some Ashes love enjoys this I'd love you to let me know what you think.
PS I've rated it T so that it flags and shows up in search but in a couple of spots it probably should be rated M. If it gets any further into that territory I'll change the rating then. But please be warned if you don't like language or sexual allusions then please don't read.
Disclaimer says: I don't own Ashes to Ashes or any of the characters within
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"And don't take too bloody long!" snapped Gene Hunt as his DI walked out of his office.
"Quick as a flash Guv," Alex replied over her shoulder as she grabbed her jacket and headed out of CID.
As she ascended the steps to her flat she thought about their impending case. Finally, the great DCI Hunt had deigned to listen to her 'psycho babble' and look where it had gotten them...on the verge of what could be their biggest take down of the year. Hunt had been driving her crazy. Literally as well as figuratively. Pig headed, misogynistic...god! some of things...Alex snorted...pretty much all of the things that came out of his mouth would have been grounds for a sexual harassment suit in 2008. Half of them would have been grounds for instant dismissal! And yet...and yet she found her tongue darting out to moisten suddenly dry lips at the thought of him. She hadn't been lying to him a few months ago over dinner when she'd said that a sizeable rump of women would give their eye teeth to be there with him. She had however been lying when she'd answered his question about whether he made her rump quiver.
"Jesus Alex, get a grip!" she mumbled to herself as she pushed open the door of her flat.
She'd changed into her most "slutty" outfit as he so often liked to phrase it and was just putting the finishing touches on her exaggerated makeup. Taking a quick appraisal of herself in the mirror she smiled, noting she'd only been gone from the station for just over twenty minutes.
"Quick as a flash," she murmured to her reflection as she ran her hands down over her sides, smoothing out the lines of her dress. Suddenly of its own volition, her brain conjured the image of Gene Hunt standing behind her, his hands running down her sides. She bit back a groan at the thought, her heart started racing, pulsing strongly, insistently now between her legs. She concentrated on her own hands in the mirror as they moved back up her body, images of him in her peripheral vision. She flushed hotly at the thought of his hands on her as he watched over her shoulder, his affect on her plain to see in the all revealing reflection. Her hands lingered on her breasts, squeezing a little harder than was comfortable...remembering the feel of his big hand as it had done exactly that the day after they'd met.
"Oh god..." she groaned as she imagined what he would do to her, how he would do it. He wouldn't be gentle. He was the Gene Genie...The Manc Lion...The King of the Jungle...his eyes would bore into her, not asking, telling...taking what he wanted...
She stumbled into the bathroom on ridiculously high heels that she never would have worn in her real life, and propped herself against the vanity. She couldn't believe she'd gotten herself so worked up in such a short amount of time just thinking about him. She was a modern woman, she prided herself on not needing a man, of being the equal of any man she met. She should hate Gene Hunt and all he stood for...the antithesis of every man she had ever wanted or should want.
Christ, I can't go back over the road like this, she thought. Her legs would never carry her for one. She sat heavily on the closed lid of the toilet not quite believing she was about to...to...and she really couldn't believe she was about to do it whilst thinking of him!
Alex had never had great success with helping herself without the assistance of battery operated aides, but she was so turned on right now she hoped this time would be different. She desperately needed release and it wasn't exactly like there was anybody else she could ask to help her out with it.
Then her eyes alighted on the new electric toothbrush she'd bought a few days ago. Could she? Would it even work? She swallowed as she picked it up and turned it on, blinking as it buzzed loudly in the relative silence of her flat, mesmerised by the rapid vibration of the bristled head. She frowned slightly at the coarseness of the bristles before remembering she had bought a couple of soft bristled replacement heads. Quickly fishing them out of the drawer of the vanity she popped one onto the shaft, her thumb playing over the soft head as she pressed the start button.
"Oh," she breathed at the sensation. "That might just do the trick." After all, not like she was planning on actually inserting it anywhere, just a bit of external stimulation...
Switching the device off and resting it on the side of the basin she stood and slipped her knickers down her legs, kicking them away. Shit! She really was doing this.
Settling herself back down she hitched up the hem of her already short dress, the sight of herself freshly shaven from the night before turning her on even more. Not that she particularly turned herself on, but she couldn't help imagining him there, leaning back against the vanity, long legs stretched out in front of him, crocodile boots crossed at the ankle, darkened blue eyes hooded as he watched her every move. The pout on his lips, the jut of his jaw, his arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes moved slowly over her, from her face down to where her sparkly dress rode up around her bare thighs letting her know exactly what he was expecting.
She picked up the device, hands trembling slightly as she brought it down between her legs. Her lips parted taking in a shaky breath as those eyes dropped to watch her.
"Turn it on," he ordered, his voice a low rumble...honey poured over gravel...
She did as she was ordered, whimpering slightly, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth as she touched the rapidly spinning head to her sensitive flesh...
"Oh...good god!"
"Touch yerself Bolls..."
That voice again...even in her mind, made her groan out loud as she moved her other hand along her thigh, her fingers finding herself so wet it shocked her. She'd never been this wet before, this breathless...this wanton...she heard herself moan as she slipped first one finger then another inside, stroking as she played the head of the device around her clit...
"Get those magnificent tits out," he growled. "I wanna see 'em..."
She felt the loss of her fingers as she moved her hand up to the top of her dress, but she couldn't refuse him...anything Gene, she thought as she pulled down her top and her strapless bra letting her breasts spill over the top, nipples hard and aching for his touch.
"Oh god Gene," she groaned out loud as she twisted one hardened peak between thumb and forefinger. "Anything you want..."
Gene Hunt growled as he checked his watch, taking the steps to her flat two at a time. "Quick as a bloody flash my arse!" he cursed as he made it to her front door.
Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears and between her legs...
"Bolls!"
"Gene..." she panted. That voice...god but it does things to me...so vivid...so real...
Gene pounded on her door. "Hurry the bloody hell up Bolly!" he yelled through the door. He checked his watch again when there was no answer. He couldn't have missed her, there was only one path between the station and her flat. She knew they had to be in place before the suspect got there and now they were cutting it dangerously close.
Alex could feel herself getting close, just a bit longer...
Gene ran a frustrated hand roughly through his hair, stopping short when he thought he heard a noise from inside her flat. Frowning he reached out a hand and tried the door knob, the door clicking open under his touch. He took a tentative step inside, listening, senses on alert...
With one final tweak of a hardened nipple Alex dropped her hand back down between her thighs, her eyes fluttering closed as her fingers delved deep inside. She moaned, her hips moving, thrusting up to meet her hand...she imagined him pushing off from his perch, dropping to his knees in front of her, roughly pushing her hands out of the way and replacing them with his own, dragging her hips forward and burying his head between her legs...
Gene cocked his head hearing a buzzing noise coming from further inside the flat, his frown quickly replaced by surprise, his eyebrows lifting as he heard her low moans.
"Fuck me Gene," she ground out, her movements speeding up...so, so close...
"Christ on a bike," he breathed, her words unmistakable. He gently closed the door behind him, swallowing as he quietly moved forward drawn by the noises she was making. He stopped at her bedroom door, his hands flexing into fists, undecided about what to do...go in and...and what? From her rapid breathing and muttered words she wanted him...wanted him to touch her...to...to fuck her...his eyes closed briefly, unable to stifle his own groan at that thought. But would she thank him for finding her in such a situation? He glanced back towards her front door...or should he go back and slam the door loudly, calling out and announcing his presence so she had time to get herself under control?
"Ahhh...fuck...so close Guv," she cried.
Gene rolled his eyes...Jesus...
"Harder, deeper..."
He moved into her bedroom...he was only human after all...and could see in through her open bathroom door...his eyes widened totally unprepared for what he was seeing.
"Jesus fucking Christ BollyKnickers," he groaned out loud before he could stop himself, feeling his trousers becoming tighter by the second.
Alex hooked her fingers inside herself, her ears hearing his voice, her brain slowly registering that something was different...her eyes flew open to see him standing there not ten feet away, staring at her...she realised what was happening too late to stop her fingers pressing on just that right spot, her other hand digging her lovely vibrating device into her clit a little bit harder...she felt it, horrified as it spiralled out of her control, a guttural moan ripped from her lips as she came hard...sitting on her closed toilet seat lid, her electric toothbrush held in one hand as the fingers of the other were buried inside her...staring straight into the eyes of her very solid, very real boss.
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A/N
So there will probably be a couple more short chapters in this one.
Some of you may have noticed that I borrowed the description of Gene's voice. I'm not sure what fic used it first - I think I've seen it in a couple of different ones. But I think it's a perfect representation of it - honey over gravel
Hope whoever coined it first doesn't mind
Thanks for reading and let me know what you think