Thanks for reading and I hope you're all enjoying them. Will be the only one for this episode, I think.

--

Alex watched Gene out of the corner of her eye as he took off his jacket and sat heavily on her sofa, closing his eyes as his head rested against the wall. He had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the evening, but had indicated early on he'd like to come up tonight. She'd eagerly said yes.

The job took its toll on the best officers, and this week, the lack of sleep, the pressure to find the bomber, had been harder on him than he would ever admit. She sighed and poured drinks. Since she'd met him, there had been a lot of hard days for both of them.

"I brought the bottle, in case you wanted a refill." As she bent over to set the drinks on the coffee table she realized Gene was staring at her. Not at her, exactly. Her shirt had spilled open as she leaned over, nearly exposing her breasts. Gene mumbled something.

"What?" She hadn't heard.

"Take off your clothes, Alex."

"I'm not stripping for you Gene." She rolled her eyes. But she didn't move.

"I didn't ask you to." His eyes traveled up, meeting hers. "Just asked you to take your clothes off." Gene collected his drink, loosening his tie further with his other hand as he sat back against the sofa.

For a minute she wasn't sure. Take off her clothes. The night was sure to end in sex – that's why he was here. But something about it made her nervous. He made her nervous. She broke eye contact.

"OK."

She started unbuttoning her shirt, but found she couldn't look at him. She could tell he was looking at her, though. A look she'd seen before, countless times. Alex flushed, wondering if all this time he'd been imagining this. She felt suddenly warm and swallowed the solid lump in her throat.

Gene relaxed as she started on her buttons. He didn't know why he'd asked. Maybe he just wanted to know if she would, how far would she go. Beyond shagging him, of course. That was a given. He'd never been so tired, so defeated. He wanted to look at something nice and Alex was nice to look at. He shifted on the sofa, grunting quietly as she reached the last button and pulled her shirt out from the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttoned her cuffs and shrugged the shirt self consciously off her shoulders. His breath hitched and he shifted again in his seat, his hard cock tearing at his trousers. He wanted to unzip them, take matters into his own hands while he watched. Would she mind? Deciding he didn't care, he unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers and pants down around his knees.

Alex watched out of the corner of her eye as Gene gripped himself, his eyes narrowed, still trained on her as she dropped her shirt on the floor. Bending over she carefully pulled off her boots, afraid that if she lost her balance it would ruin the mood. She was suddenly very hot, could feel the throbbing between her legs as she watched Gene slowly stroke himself, gazing at her, his expression unchanged. After finishing her boots she unfastened her jeans and hooked her thumbs in the waistband, only then realizing she had worn lacy black knickers today in anticipation of seeing Gene tonight. She bit her lip – she hadn't expected she would be stripping in front of him. Not like this anyway. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and slowly pushed them over her hips. She glanced at Gene, his mouth half open, clearly enjoying her simple actions. When she bent over to pull off her jeans she heard him groan, saw his head tilt slightly for a better look at her arse. His hand moved just slightly faster.

"Gene…" she had to move around the coffee table to get to him, and gladly would have, but knew somehow she should wait for him to call her.

He growled. "Knickers."

Alex didn't want to be enjoying this, being on display for him. But she was. It was all she could do to stand back, to watch him as he took pleasure in looking at her. She bent over again, sliding her knickers slowly down around her ankles. The noise he made was desperate, animal. She didn't want to wait any longer and glanced at him as she stood up. His eyes were closed now, fingers working along his shaft.

"Save some for me Gene." she whispered.

"Come 'ere Bolls."

She moved around the table, shaking as his hands smoothed up her legs, caressed her thighs, slid over her bottom. He slid his legs between hers and pulled her onto his lap straddling him. With two fingers he tugged down the lacy cup of her bra, roughly covering her peak with his mouth, sucking her into his mouth as he slid the straps over her shoulder and deposited her last article of clothing onto the floor. Gene kissed over her skin, her shoulder, her throat until he found her mouth, his tongue driving between her lips, between her teeth as he grunted and pulled her closer.

Alex was shaking. Her body, desperate for his touch, had melted when they made contact, she wanted to kiss him, touch him, urge him inside her. Ripping at his shirt she pulled it apart, her hands rough over his flesh, sliding down between them, gripping his cock as he groaned into her mouth. Gene moved a hand over her hip, between her legs, fingers inside her as she cried out. He laughed hoarsely as he thrust inside her once, twice. He could bring her off and he knew it, and he wanted to. Again and again he worked her until, with Alex wet and shaking he flicked his thumb across her clit and pushed his cock deep inside her.

Gene gripped her tightly, holding her still as he thrust into her. He held still for a moment, his legs wide apart, Alex unable to move against him. He was so close, had brought himself so near the end, and now, deep inside her, he wanted her to straddle him all night, wanted the ache, the anticipation. He gasped as Alex gripped the sofa behind him, shifting slightly on his lap as she slowly raised and lowered her hips. Oh god he wanted to come, he would come. Alex rode him harder, faster, moaning, his face buried in her gorgeous tits. He couldn't wait, "Alex, oh god, Alex, uhh, uhh...." Gripping her tight, burying himself inside her, he came hard, hot, forever, Alex collapsing into his arms.