A few more changes in this latest chapter, which still has a few similarities to the film. I've added the dancing Prime Minister scene and Ray meeting four lucky women. Unbeta'd. Thanks for the reviews so far this fanfic.

Love at Christmas

Chapter 5 - Plans for Christmas

Prime Minister Gene Hunt, almost immediately began to furtively question the possible suggestion that he had grown admiringly close to Alex, having getting to know her reasonably well and discovering fascinating, impressive stories about her and where she had previously studied for her business skills; various colleges around London. Now sitting alone within his out-sized main office and with nobody to share an interesting conversation by means of, he was starting to consider asking her to dine with him one night for the evening meal in Downing Street. He just couldn't stop himself thinking about her, visualizing how she'd come into the conference room one morning earlier in the week and looking closely at her, his eyes were drawn instantly in a warm gaze at how considerably beautiful she looked and how she would make his heart pound against his ribcage even without realizing the wonderful effect she had on him. I'm the Prime Minister for crying out loud! and despite me not being married anymore and never being in a committed relationship, I know now I've been single for too long but thinking about it and questioning it can one man fall in love with one of his female members of staff, surely there's no rules against it.

Looking at his advent calendar which was hung up on the wall, his long eyelashes fluttered as he observantly noticed Christmas was still fast approaching and he understood being alone without a girlfriend or a wife was rather quite a worrying thought for him. He thought the invitation for Christmas Dinner to his older brother Robert and his family's house ought to be delivered in the post within the next few days afterall the two brothers did occasionally chat over the phone about upcoming family events, now it was just a matter of waiting. A knock notified his attention and his eyes glances onwards towards the door eventually asking for whoever it was to come in.

"Prime Minister, just need you to check this letter before I fax it to the party headquarters across town" Harriet politely asked as she stood in front of his desk, she smiled courteously as she waited. He checked it twice and then handed it back to her.

"Its immaculate" The PM answered with an reassuring smile, he began to feel hopeful she would leave quickly, but thinking again he didn't want to tell her this face to face as she would believe he was acting immature and badly behaved. She left before he had a chance off saying another word.

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Chris felt sad to be waving off Ray at the airport, in spite of everything they'd always holidayed together, mainly in Ibiza, where they had a right good laugh whilst getting drunk and partying on the main stage at the main headline party during the summer, Chris would foolishly attempt to hurl himself through the crowd like any music fan might do at a concert. As he pondered he knew beyond any doubt those summer holidays definitely proved to be best highlights ever.

Now he was standing in the middle of an jam packed airport, which was distinctly decorated with Christmas decorations and lights. He was soon wishing he could go traveling too with his best friend but unfortunately he couldn't which felt like a kick in the teeth mainly because the film he was starring in, was still shooting and the film production still needed him and Shaz to film extra nude scenes. God he was beginning to loath how work got in the way of his lifestyle however he was still grateful that one and only positive thing that came out of it was meeting Shaz.

"Oh don't pull that face Chris I'll be back before long, well on Christmas Eve actually, hopefully with a hot blond bird in tow" Ray said, remaining confident he might get lucky in Belgium with any single woman. He lifted his two bags through into the passport control gates. He hugged Chris "see yer two weeks mate, good luck for your date with Shaz, hope you get to give her right good time if you know what I mean" Ray cheekily suggested as he walked away waving his free hand around frantically until he disappeared from view, the security guard acted watchful as he followed on, probably to keep an eye on him.

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The PM felt his stomach rumbling hungrily as he sat eating two slices of toast at the kitchen table the very next morning, reading the morning's newspapers which particularly made for surprising and insightful analysis. The papers suggested, he simply would not be able to cope, especially with the imminent visit of the American President James Keats, a man who was well respected for his various charity donations and support for the British and American troops in Iraq, surprisingly they dared to admit that he was perhaps jealous of James Keats huge popularity and following across the world. He shuffled the papers a few times before placing them back down on the counter table, for the country's sake he had to ultimately establish a firm positive friendship with the President whether he liked it or not.

Alex knocked eagerly at the kitchen door, "Can I come in, Prime Minister?" she looked radiantly lovely as she stood across the room from him, her facial features were reflected by the reflective sunshine which were coming from the rectangular framed kitchen windows.

"Yes, but next time you happen to knock at any of the doors in the house just call me Gene, so what can I do you for this morning Alex?" The PM felt delighted to see her again this morning, he knew if they kept meeting anywhere within the household like this, sooner or later it was certainly going to have to be time for him to come clean to her, admit his blossoming feelings for her when no nosy staff worker was unremittingly listening in the conversation curiously.

"So have you decided what you might be doing for Christmas, Gene?" Alex asked, her attentive smile drawing his eyes ever more closer to her, he swore he could feel his heart hammering away everytime she fluttered those unblemished eyelashes at him, also clearly her genuine and authentic persona enthralled him so much.

"No, not just yet but I believe my family will hopefully ask me within the next few days, Robert and his wife Julie" Gene answered, sighing with bated breath and anxiously biting his bottom lip as he spoke, hastily noticing this he reached over and wiped the trickle of blood away with a tissue. Alex also recognized this right away.

"Do you know your lip is bleeding" Alex pointed it out, placing her finger to the side of his lip, the PM eyes hesitated on her long fingertip. She was expecting him to make some smutty remark after she'd been incredibly nice and well behaved towards him, she presumed it would be in his nature in doing so.

"Sorry biting away nervously any chance I get, I'm under enough pressure, think its getting to me very much. You know with the American President visiting in the next few days, whilst he tours London and also I haven't even returned his congratulated phone call he made last week after I moved into Downing Street, its no wonder the press think I'm a bloody nervous knobhead and a scared fairy" Gene shied away, his nerves getting the better of him. "So have you anything nice planned for your Christmas Day Alex?" He instantly changed the conversation as he couldn't help deliberating about what she had prearranged for the big day.

"Just going to be me, Molly my daughter and her godfather Evan, sat around the table tucking into Christmas Meal and afterward playing scrabble and opening presents" Alex surprisingly laughed, as she wondered why the Prime Minister be taking an obvious interest in finding out what she would be doing for Christmas Day. "Also Molly has her big Christmas Play at her school next Friday evening" As she acknowledged the fact his eyes were being drawn to her work clothes especially her blouse, she hadn't noticed that morning that she had been walking around in a see through white silk blouse, she blushed looking uncertain as she met his admiring brown glowing orbs. Was it unwise to believe he was being to fall for her, no surely not. Strangely it was hard enough to get her head around all this; he was the Prime Minister of the UK and she was just an office worker working within the most famous landmark building in Britain.

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The Belgium city of Brussels from the above skyline, looked remarkable as Ray's booked flight soon touched down at Brussels airport around early evening, everywhere he looked from his window, it was evident to see the surroundings parts of the city had already been experiencing record heavy snowfall within the last month. The ground and the grass verge alongside the runway was covered in deep layered slush. He couldn't believe his luck, London hadn't seen heavy snow since the late 1980's and now arriving in a foreign city it soon became magnificent to see snow everywhere he looked. He vowed before he left this city in a few days time, to go skiing or snowboarding and meet a few attractive blond girls in the cabins by the snowy mountains.

Twenty or so minutes later he packed his two bags into an licensed taxi. He climbed into the passenger seat, eager and motivated to discover more significant and fascinating landmarks around this beautiful city. "I know, take me to the best bar or restaurant you know of"

Not long after, subsequently the kind taxi driver dropped him off after sensibly claiming the named place he was dropping his passenger off at, he told of an convincing tale of this place, presumably he meant restaurant as Ray thought. As the taxi left he confusingly glanced around, soon becoming aware he was now stood outside of an patisserie shop within the picturesque backdrop city centre. Ray thoroughly collected his two heavy bags and lifted them over his shoulders as he soon began to walk along the pebbled stone pathway, just by the other shops and the local Parisian inspired church. Bloody hell I said restaurant or bar not a bakery shop, most have dropped me off for a laugh the daft man.

Ray continued on foot, reasonably glimpsing across the road and straight on in the direction of the frantic, eventful shopping centre. Before he knew it and had time to considerately admit it, walking without any perceptive knowledge nor resourcefulness, this was starting to grate on his mental strain altogether, he presumed the taxi driver had been lying through his teeth and dropped him off in an monotonous part of the city.

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The same evening, as Gene was left alone in the household, so without nobody to bother him or nag him about the completing last minute documents for the President's officials to look over, he decided he desired to exceptionally enjoy his evening off, fidgeting with the stereo in the living room. Gene soon commenced, wiggling his bum as if he was a partying teenager after finishing his studies. He wasn't sure but listening enigmatically to the lyrics he guessed the song he was dancing to, was by the Scissor Sisters. He danced along the landing, wiggling his hips, that lead towards the curved stairwell, he couldn't resist miming the lyrics, not necessarily singing them out loud as if he didn't a care in the world. he was soon enough delighted that he'd wordlessly mouthed the lyrics impressively and nobody was there to watch him. As he entered the conference room Phylis stood in the doorway, her mouth opened in shock. He jumped "Shit, Fuck, Oh I'm sorry I never saw you there Phylis thought you'd gone home"

"Prime Minister, have you've been permissively helping yourself to Thomas' cooked meals even before he's had the chance of serving them to you at the table next to the kitchen area?" Phylis clearly looked seriously as she asked him, hoping he was not going to lie for the second evening running.

"Yes I have, I know I'm a greedy bastard, I honestly promise I won't let it happen again, you have my word" Gene answered, blushing in the cheeks, pressing his hand against the door handle, she gave the notable impression she wasn't actually pleased with his behaviour.

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Ray tiredly shuffled his feet along the ascending pebbled pathway, soon curiously questioning the knowing fact that his first unaccompanied winter holiday alone was seemly turning out to becoming an abysmal start, he loathed it, detested it, no one would help him or point him to the nearest hotel. As he stopped for a breather, he swiftly looked up and realized he'd stopped by an Belgium Bar, which reminded him of being back home, it wasn't that he was afraid to throw in the towel and confess he might already be feeling homesick. Ray chose to have a beer in this bar and made his way inside. The place, Maison Rouge promptly appealed to him straight away it looked unadulterated and just his scene. As he approached the bar to order a drink one woman who looked around 35 to 40 turned to face him. "Are you new in town?"

"Yeah I've only just arrived sweetheart" Ray beamed an notable smile.

"Oh well my name is Marian and I'd like to welcome you to Brussels, so would you like join me and my friends there over there" She looked completely entranced by him, by the way he stood proudly whilst waiting at the bar and how his moustache was very much an turn on . Suddenly his mood began to lift and surprisingly astound him,

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