It strikes me as odd that I have so many of your imaginations and hearts in my hands – let's hope I can do them justice!
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Alex gulped; what was she supposed to do now? She was sitting - no, lounging – comfortably in DCI Hunt's lap, nose to nose with him, and recovering from a most sensational kiss. She tried for an explanation.
"Well... you see... I mean, well..."
"Tongue-tied, Bolly?" The husky tones were followed by a surprise move from Gene; quickly leaning forward, he once more took her bottom lip gently between his teeth.
"'Ook!" Alex had to tear her mouth away from his, and began again, "Look! What just happened – what you – we –did -"
"I think," he emphasised each phrase by nudging her nose with his a little, "that you enjoyed it so much..." nudge "that you came back..." nudge "for some more..."
Alex was beginning to feel a bit like a mouse under the stare of a cobra; she could almost feel herself swaying beneath him, hypnotised by his charm. Shaking herself, she tried to focus on her point once more.
"Gene..."
But it was useless. She felt her eyes close lazily, content just to absorb his scent and his heat; leaning into him once more, wanting – no, needing – his caress.
When he lowered his head to her neck, she felt a tingling jolt of sensation spread through her nerves. The combination of both soft and bristly hair against her sensitive skin seemed to set her senses aflame. When he added his lips to the proceedings, she almost yelped in pleasure. She remembered many drunken nights at a bar and many men, but she couldn't ever remember feeling this amount of bliss from such a simple act. It was as if she had a secret 'button', and Gene Hunt was the only one who knew how to switch it on.
As a particularly acute wave of pleasure flooded her senses, she shifted her position, trying to wrap one leg around him and ease that growing aching sensation.
It all appeared to be going smoothly, until –
"AAGGHHMMPPPPHHHHHHH!"
Gene sat bolt upright, bashing his head against the wall in the process.
"What the bloody 'ell's goin' on, Drake?" He rubbed his sore head, and groped around in the dark for his companion.
"My...ankle..." Alex was simultaneously biting her lip and trying to swallow down further cries of pain.
"Oh shit, I'd forgotten!" She sensed the apologetic tone in his voice, but was suddenly not in any mood to care.
"Well bully for you, Gene!" She knew it wasn't his fault, but still she found herself taking the brunt of her anger out on him.
"Look! I am trying to 'elp, so will you please shut up and listen!" Gene Hunt was not one to take insults lightly.
Alex had just opened her mouth to reply, when suddenly she heard a 'click' and found herself blinded by a bright light.
After a few moments, her eyes became adjusted to the flickering light of the gas-lighter, and for the first time, she got a good look at her surroundings. The room was indeed tiny; barely four by five foot. It was totally empty, apart from its two unwilling occupants. This brought her around to Hunt himself.
He was slumped against one wall holding the glowing lighter aloft with one hand, and peering intently at her. She noted the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, and the tousled appearance of his hair. Swallowing hard, she noticed his shirt; the top few buttons had been ripped off and she could see a great deal of the pale vest beneath. His tie hung loosely to one side, and as she traced it with her eyes, they inevitably fixed on the slight, but noticeably tented trousers.
"Eyes up, Bolly," gulping, she hastily flickered her gaze back up to his face, blushing furiously. Gene didn't seem at all embarrassed; winking at her, he muttered "later" and half-grinned at her, before becoming serious again.
"Right then, Drake – where's this ankle of yours?"
Remembering the source of the pain, Alex glanced down at her right ankle, which she was gripping tightly with both hands.
"Ah, ok – you gonna let me take a peek?" Moving forward, he began to prise her hands off the swollen joint. Realising that he needed both hands free, he motioned for her to take the lighter, and then set to work examining the injury. He could feel that her ankle was hot and swollen, and by the cries of pain she made, could tell that it was probably broken.
"Right, I'm no doctor, but I would say you need some ice and a splint." He glanced at her for confirmation. When she nodded, he continued. "But since we 'ave neither, we're gonna 'ave to make do – but you'll 'ave to trust me on this one, Bolls." So saying, he leant down the puffed up joint and extended his tongue, much to Alex's amusement and shock.
"What precisely are you doing, Gene? Going to lick me better are you?" She couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
"Well since you ask – no!" He shot her an exasperated look. "Right – you're ankle needs somethin' cool to relieve the swellin', and since we 'aven't got any ice or water 'andy, you're gonna 'ave to make do with my spit."
"Ever the gentleman, Gene," she sighed drolly, "Oh, just get on with it then."
He shot her a dirty look, and once more bent down to her ankle. Alex watched curiously, as he ran his tongue across the hot skin, and sighed a little as she felt some of the heat evaporate. "Oh god, that's good."
Mission accomplished, Hunt rose back into a sitting position and winked at her suggestively, "I 'aven't even started yet, Bolly."
She raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement of the innuendo, and he continued.
"Right – all we need now is a suitable material." He scanned the room, and settled on Alex, a half-grin plastered across his face.
"Your shirt, Drake."
"What?" she hoped that he was joking, "Why don't we use yours?"
"Too thick – bandage needs t' be breathable – and yours," he reached forward and plucked at the flimsy material, "Is perfect."
"Fine." Alex pulled a face, realising that, on this occasion, he might just be right. And after all, it was her he was trying to help – so why not cooperate? With one last, withering glance at Hunt, she made to undo the buttons of her blouse, stopping when she realised that she needed both hands.
"Here," she held out the lighter, "Take this."
"Nope," Hunt shook his head, "I need to do the bandage – you can't tie it from there."
Realising that he was right, she bit her lip and let her hand drop, allowing him access.
With a strange look on his face, Gene Hunt leant in to undo the top button. Alex expected him to leap at the chance to get near her blouse, but instead she found him oddly gentle. He did not tear at her buttons, but instead went vigilantly from one to the next, being careful not to rip the material. As he went lower, she once again felt the room temperature crank up a notch, and found her breathing becoming slightly laboured. The physical closeness and intimacy seemed to set them both on edge, and when he brushed one finger against her now exposed breast, she felt as though an electric shock had passed through him.
When he reached the last button, he didn't immediately look up at her, and Alex guessed that he too was trying to rein himself in, gathering his senses lest he suddenly feel the urge to pounce. As he raised his eyes to hers once more, she felt that connection again, even stronger than before, as though there were some current flowing between them, pulling them irresistibly together.
"Gene?" she whispered, huskily, biting her lip again. "You gonna... tie me up then?"
He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and slid one rough hand to rest on the bare skin of her waist, setting her nerves instantly on fire.
She jumped as she felt a tug and a loud "rrrrrrripppp".
The next thing she knew, Gene had bent back down to her ankle, and was tying a knot in the make-shift bandage. Alex was confused; where had the material come from if she was still wearing her shirt? Then she looked down to find one sleeve missing. She had been so lulled by his touch, that she hadn't noticed the other hand whip round to tear at her sleeve.
"Gene?" she stared at him.
"What?" his tone did its best to imitate innocence, but his barely concealed smirk gave the game away.
"If you only needed my shirt-sleeve, then why, pray, did you have to undo all my buttons?" She could have punched him, but restrained herself admirably.
He looked at her for a second, as if weighing up his options.
"Well if I didn't," his eyes glinted with some predatory instinct, "'Ow do you expect me to do this?" So saying, he wrapped one hand around her waist, covering her breast with the other hand and pressed his mouth to hers once more in a fierce kiss.
Taken unawares, Alex gasped and promptly dropped the lighter.
Once again, they were plunged into darkness.
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Enjoy much?
R & R