Chapter 16 - um...bit more sex!

Starsky picked Gina up at precisely 8:00pm and they drove down to the disco on the beach. There were awkward pauses in their conversation, neither of them wanting to discuss the previous night or the manner in which she'd shooed him out of the apartment. And yet she was once again attentive, sitting sideways on the Torino's bench seat so that she could look at her man as he drove. It seemed to her that it was the one and only time that the brunet truly relaxed and she loved to watch the wheel play through his hands and the endearing look of rapt attention on his face as he drove.

Beside her, Starsky tried not to think about the previous night. Each time she did something like that he'd vow that enough was enough and he'd finish with her. And each time he saw her again, his heart would skip beats and he'd feel that rush of warmth and attraction all over again. Confusion was an understatement

As they drew close to the disco, Starsky could see Hutch's beaten up old car already on the parking lot and the blond was standing leaning against it enjoying the sea breeze. Starsky took a moment to take in the sight. Since his recovery, which had taken its toll on Hutch too, the blond had restarted his exercise regime and now, as he stood silhouetted by the moonlight with the stars dancing in his white blond hair, he was once more the trim figure he used to be.

Dressed in almost white jeans that hugged his hips almost as keenly as Starsky's own and with a deep blue short sleeves shirt tucked into his jeans and cinched by a black leather belt, he looked good enough to eat, and for the umpteenth time he thought how crazy Sarah had been to up and walk out. He pulled up next to his partner's car and got out as Gina got out the other side. Hutch pecked Gina on the cheek and stood back.

'How's Alice?' the brunet asked.

'Pretty much as you'd think. She's tired. I left her with "The Six Million Dollar Man" and some scrambled eggs.

'Wow, what a combination! Lee Majors and your cookin.' She'll be lucky if she lasts the night' the brunet joked as they went inside.

The disco was fairly quiet at that time of night, but as they sat at a table with a bottle of wine and watched the passing crowd, it started to fill up and between the two men, Gina danced virtually every dance. After an hour or so, she excused herself and made her way to the ladies bathroom and was just about to push open the door when a man's hand took a hold of her and pushed her further up the corridor. She hissed in pain at the strong grip and turned to see her boss' face leering at her.

'Ian! What are you doing here?' she asked shakily.

'You told David about me' the lawyer hissed angrily

'No! No, honestly Ian, I never said a word. What makes you think…..?'

'They were in the same store as me today. They're on to me. They're following me.'

'No, they aren't. I never said a word. I wouldn't. I don't want him to know, you know that.'

Ramsey looked hard at the woman and let go of one of her arms. Gina tried to massage her wrist.

'Why are you here?' she asked.

'You didn't think I'd want to miss any more of your antics with the lovely Dave did you? I can't have my staff having fun while I'm not darling!'

'Why can't you just leave me alone?' she cried, trying to wrest her other arm from his grip. They paused in their struggles as a group of four women squeezed past them to head for the bathroom and continued once the door was closed.

'Because you're mine. You're mine until I decide you aren't mine, and until that time you'll do exactly as I say' he hissed at her.

She wriggled again, trying to pull herself free. 'You're hurting me' she said quietly.

Ramsey let go and looked at her. 'We can have double the fun tonight darling. Looks like Davey brought reinforcements. Let's include Detective Hutchinson shall we?'

'How?' she asked dazedly

'Well, I think they should both sample what you have to offer darling. I want you to go out there and during the next slow dance I want you to get up close and personal with our blond detective. Very personal. In fact I want you to feel him up. Get him all hot under the collar. Kiss him, make a show of it. Let's see how much little Davey can take before the two of them are at each other's throats.'

'You can't' Gina said in hushed tones. 'That's just…. No, I can't'

'You can darling. Just think about those two videos huh? Think about those and then think about how your man will feel when he's sees that his woman is no more than a common whore. Now off you go, the music is about to change. Remember, make it a good show.'

Gina cast a last look at him in despair before heading back into the disco. The music had changed to a slow Stylistics number and as she headed back to the small booth they'd been occupying all night, she ignored her man and instead leaned into Hutch

'Dance with me?' she asked

'Sure thing honey. The old man over there is too exhausted to keep up. D'ya mind?'

Starsky snorted 'No, go right ahead. Being six months older'n you is such a drag!' He watched as the blond led Gina onto the dance floor, and then looked around the room.

As they started to dance, Gina could see Ramsey at the side of the room, his eyes never leaving her. Her heart fell as she thought about how much this would hurt her man, but she had no choice. The video would hurt him more.

The scared woman got closer to Hutch and snaked her hands round his neck, pulling him in to her body. She danced so that his leg was almost between hers and ground her crotch against his thigh. The blond stiffened imperceptibly but gave a brief yelp as he felt her hands graze across the front of his jeans. Gina almost fell to the ground as she felt the huge erection contained in those tightly zippered jeans. Starsky was large – far larger than she was used to. But Hutch? This man must have been crossed with an elephant! He felt enormous….. and he was also looking down at her. In desperation, she pulled his head down to hers, looking for all the world like she was kissing him, and breathed into his ear.

'I love Dave, but I'm in trouble. Please don't make a move. Just follow me on this. I'm being watched' she snuggled her head into the blond's shoulder and he bent his head to hers.

'What sort of trouble? What can I do? Does Starsk know?'

'It's nothing I can't handle. I just….. Hutch I know you love Dave, almost as much as I do. Just be there for him huh? Keep close tonight, and don't let him out of your sight.'

'Is he in danger? Are you in danger' Hutch started to look around the room and instinctively Gina pulled his head back down to hers, taking a more forcible hold on the front of his pants until she was sure she had his attention.

'Not danger, no. I just….. Hutch please. Just do this for me and him huh? He doesn't know and I want to keep it that way. I can handle this but I need you to watch his back. All the time.'

Hutch remained where she's positioned him, but his senses were alert. 'I don't understand. We're cops. We should be able to do that for you. If you're in trouble, you should tell us. Let me help.'

The music was coming to an end and Gina lifted her head. 'Please, just watch him huh?' she said simply and saw the brief nod in return. The music finished and at the side of the room she saw Ramsey grin at her and clap his hands in mock applause. As she led the blond back to the booth, she was more than happy that Starsky was deep in conversation with the guy in the next booth about the Cubs last game.

The more Hutch looked at Starsky and Gina for the rest of the night, the more he wanted to find out exactly what was going on. It was quite obvious that Starsky was blissfully unaware of anything being wrong, even though Gina was tense and on edge. One or twice, as Gina left to go to the bathroom the blond thought about confronting his partner with it, but what could he say? "Hey buddy, your girl says you're in trouble but I don't know what it's about"? It seemed so…. lame. And apart from that, what might be trouble in Gina's eyes might not be a big deal in reality. But somehow Hutch doubted that. There had been fear in the woman's eyes and whatever was happening, she was fearful of it. So as Gina came back from the bathroom again, he smiled at her, poked Starsky on the shoulder to grab his attention, and told them both he was going home to check on Alice. Starsky looked up and nodded.

'See ya in the mornin.' Bright an' early huh? I'm gonna take Gina home to her fixer up apartment after this an' then get some shut eye. I have a feelin' we're gonna get lucky with Alice's case tomorrow' he grinned.

'Sure thing Starsk. I'll pick you up at 6:30 an' we can swing by Mo's for breakfast first – my treat. What's her address?'

Gina rhymed off the address to Ramsey's apartment without thinking and Hutch made a note on a scrap of paper in his pocket before saying his final goodbyes

'Hey if you're buyin' I could almost make it 6 o'clock' Starsky agreed happily. His face turned serious. 'Hope things are ok with Alice.'

Hutch gave him a thumbs up and turned to Gina. 'Look after him, pretty lady' he said as she shook her head imperceptibly. She pulled him down towards her as though to kiss him. 'Please, don't go too far' she breathed into his ear.

'I won't. You know where I am if you need me. It's almost 1 now. An' I'll pick him up at 6:30. Don't worry.' He squeezed her shoulder and with a final wave of his hand set off home.

The drive was quiet and the roads empty and as he drove Hutch mulled over the odd behavior and the please Gina had given him. And yet Starsky was fine. He'd not even hinted that anything was the matter and he'd let Hutch go without any sign that he was worried. Just to be on the safe side, Hutch resolved to weather the brunet's anger and ring him about 4:00 just to check. With that plan in his head, he was surprised to find the lights on in his house when he arrived outside Venice Place. He's suspected that Alice was just too tired to stay up and he wondered if she was unwell. He turned off the engine and bounced up the steps, pushing open the front door to see Alice sitting on his sofa with a hanky to her face. She got ready for bed and in the absence of a nightie she'd obviously rooted through Hutch's wardrobe and was wearing one of his favorite shirts. It was pale blue, almost white and had an embroidered guitar on the back. She looked up sharply as he walked in and he saw that she'd been crying, her eyes red rimmed and watery. He rushed over.

'Alice, honey. What's wrong?' he asked as he sat by her side.

She leaned into him and started to weep again. 'I'm so sorry Hutch. I've made things worse for you an' your girl' she sobbed, wiping her eyes with the large white hanky.

'My girl? Oh, you mean Sarah? Was she here?'

Alice nodded. 'She came round just after you left. You told me to make myself at home an' I was tryin' to get ready for bed. I didn't want to sleep in that thing I came home from the hospital in, so I didn't think you'd mind f I used one of your shirts. I'll wash it, promise' she said earnestly.

The blond smiled. 'You don't have to. It's fine. Go on.'

'Well I'd just showered an' got changed when there was a knock at the door. At first I thought Janos had maybe found me, but I looked through the peephole an' it was her – Sarah.'

'Shit!' Hutch spat.

'Well yeah. Shit is right. I opened the door an'…. Well she saw I was wearin' your shirt an' she got the wrong end of the stick. I tried to explain. Tell her it wasn't what she thought, but she pushed her way in. An' she was tellin' me that…. Well she wasn't exactly complimentary' Alice blew her nose and sighed.

'She said I was a whore an' that you weren't much better. So I told her she was right about me but that you were the sweetest man alive and that she should reconsider her views.'

Hutch snorted. 'Bet that went down a bomb.'

'She has a temper! She told me she'd just come back to collect some things and that I was to tell you that you're worse than she ever thought. Oh Hutch. I'm so sorry. If I hadn't been here maybe she'd….'

Hutch stroked the woman's hair and kissed her lightly 'If you hadn't been here, it would have turned out just the same. She's vindictive. I seem to attract 'em – vindictive women' he sighed. 'You didn't do any harm honey. Maybe you just saved me some time.'

But Alice was beside herself with grief and sobbed all the harder. Hutch found her inconsolable and they spent five minutes while the woman cried out the hurt and Hutch held onto her and cuddled her. As the sobbing abated he drew her up so that he could look into her eyes. 'Better?' he asked

'Some.'

'Gimme a smile.'

'She said…. Don't matter' Alice mumbled

'What? What did she say?'

'The blond woman put her hand up to her newly shorn and still burned in places hair. 'She said she thought you'd have gone for someone who was at least pretty' she whispered.

The lump in Hutch's throat solidified and for a moment he couldn't speak. Instead, he lifted Alice's chin with his finger and kissed her tenderly on the lips. 'To me you're the most beautiful woman in the world honey' he whispered as they drew apart.

Alice smiled sadly. 'I don't feel it. I feel so ugly, and dirty and used.'

The blond cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again. This time Alice responded and Hutch's tongue pushed against her lips so that they parted and he explored her mouth delicately. Alice moaned into him and he pulled away, questioning her with his eyes.

'You don't have to' she said softly.

'I know' he responded. 'But I want to.' Hutch took Alice by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Suddenly shy after all these years of being naked around men, she stood inside the doorway and grasped Hutch's shirt to her. Gently the man led her to the bed and she sat on the edge of the mattress, suddenly a teenager again, unsure of what to do.

Hutch reached up to cradle her head as he leaned her back onto the bed and she looked up at him trustingly.

'I feel so shy' she said softly. 'You make me feel so special.'

'Ssh. Don't talk. Let me do this for you. Just to show you what a beautiful lady you really are' the blond murmured as she started to unbutton the shirt. Deftly, he undid it and pushed it from her shoulders as she lay still beneath him.

Alice sighed as he trailed his fingers delicately up her flanks and circled her breasts softly. His hands were gentle as he left a trail of fire down between her breasts and kissed down to her navel. She sighed and reached for him to pull him into a kiss. He responded, tasting her again and exploring every inch of her mouth, his hands still caressing her softly. He stroked down the inside of her arms, circling round the inside of her elbows where the skin was satiny soft. She purred beneath him as he moved to her breasts, stroking and kissing every inch of her skin.

Gently his hands dipped lower and she opened her legs a little so that he cold explore her secret places, running his fingers over her opening gently so that she mewed and pushed herself up against his questing hand. Finding her sweet spot, he dipped his head and licked delicately as the electric shocks coursed through her body. He replaced lips with teeth and gently nibbled as she moaned above him and as he dipped first one and then a second finger inside her, he could feel her muscles contract around him, drawing him in.

'Alice I want to make love to you' he told her, his eyes seeking permission. She nodded briefly.

'I want it too' she murmured, her eyes closed. She felt the mattress dip as Hutch got off the bed and a moment later he returned having taken off his jeans and shirt. He could feel the heat from her body as he lay close to her, his hand soothing and stroking her as she moaned against him and as he got to his knees, she parted her legs to make room for him, opening her eyes to look up into his crystal blues.

'I've wanted you for so long' she whispered. 'But it was always so wrong. Now it feels right….. if you're sure.'

Hutch smiled at her. 'I want to do this for you honey. To prove to you that you're still beautiful.' He dipped his body to hers and she sighed as he pushed his way inside her.

For Hutch it was a wonderful experience. Even more than his partner, he'd always had to be careful with his girls in case he hurt them. He was a standing joke in the police locker room, comments like "tripod" and "elephant man" being standard. But Alice was different. She seemed to draw him in and as he pushed she took him whole and sighed with pleasure as he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but then with stronger and more rapid strokes until he was carried away on his own rhythm which she followed effortlessly.

Their dance went on and on, each of them seeking solace from the other. Taking without being greedy, accepting without artifice. They were suited to each other, both enjoying the pleasure the other's body could offer and eventually, as Hutch felt his balls pull up in spasm, he climaxed at the same time as the woman and he felt her muscles milk him for his last drop until he could continue no more.

He gasped as he lay, still inside her, balanced on his elbows looking down at her flushed face. Gently he kissed her lips and smiled.

'You're a wonderful woman Alice.'

She smiled back happily. 'And you're a wonderful man Ken Hutchinson. But I know you don't love me.'

'Is that enough?' he asked, suddenly worried that he'd hurt her.

'For me, yes. For you? It'll never be enough until you get the right partner. The one who'll love you unconditionally, no matter what. And that's' fine. You have to make your own decisions' she said softly as she toyed with his hair.

And gently, Hutch rolled onto his side by the side of her and they lay together in each other's arms, exhausted by their passion.