A/N, I don't own Ashes and never will

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Chapter Two

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'Right in case you hadn't noticed it's Friday and I'd like to get this wrapped up for the weekend, you bloody useless lot!' Gene was at his pouty shoutiest.

Alex pretended she was listening but she wasn't really. How could a man be so sexy on one hand and yet drone on so much on the other? She thought back to their time in the stationery cupboard, wishing they were in there now. Her eyes followed him around the room as he ranted, homing in on the buckle of his trousers, thinking of the delights within those trousers, of how he had reduced her to a quivering wreck, and how since that afternoon, a long, long fortnight ago, she had hated herself for wanting more. Her face flushed at the memory, and flushed even more when she realised he was looking at her, and had seen where her eyes were drawn to.

'So, my pretty little brain box DI, what are your thoughts on the matter?' he asked, his eyes glinting because he knew full well she hadn't been listening to him.

'Yes I agree.' she nodded.

'With what?' he asked.

'With what you just said.' she said.

Titters of laughter erupted from the other officers.

'Well, nice to see you're coming around to my way of thinking.' Gene said, 'But you've shocked me Drakey I have to say. Go on then you lot, what are you waiting for? Mush, or scram, or bugger off, whichever you prefer.'

Alex stood up and sidled over to Shaz, 'Er Shaz what did he say, that I agreed with? I've got a … a headache and wasn't listening.'

'He said that when they found Richard Ablitt, they were to string him up by his balls and attach electrodes to them Ma'am.' Shaz was wincing at the thought.

'Oh right.' Alex whispered, 'Thanks.'

'That was after he said that it was men only operation as women officers wouldn't be safe, and weren't up to that kind of police work.' Shaz added.

'Oh bugger.' Alex said.

'Paracetamol?' Shaz suggested.

'Yes please, a whole bottle should just about do the trick.' Alex replied, going back to her desk as the testosterone streamed from the incident room.

She looked up and minute or two later and realised he hadn't gone with them. He was sitting in his office, staring at her. She looked away, pursing her lips. He wasn't getting the better of her twice in one day. She closed her eyes and remembered the palm of his hand on her nipple, she honestly hadn't been the same since. The ache started between her legs as she forced herself to concentrate on writing out the report she'd been working on for 3 days. 3 days to write a couple of thousand words, it was crazy, she could not put a coherent thought together in her head. She longed for her Mac. If only she could make Gene hand his PC over to her she could use the word processor, Word Perfect or whatever it was called.

She sighed and rubbed at her forehead fretfully.

'Something on your mind DI Drake?' Gene's voice boomed.

She looked and saw the belt buckle again, just in line with her eyes. He had a black shirt on today, and a grey suit and tie. In her mind she was undressing him. She thought of a bed. Warm and comfortable. With him in it. Naked. Yes completely naked. Not even the boots. She smiled, and looked up at him. It was one of the first things she had been taught at uni; if you felt overwhelmed by someone, imagine them naked and it gave you the upper hand. It didn't give her the upper hand in this instance though, it just made her even more lustful.

'Sorry?' she asked in a breathy voice.

'Report finished?' he asked.

She shook her head.

'You seem very distracted lately, not your usual self.' he plonked himself on her desk.

She gazed at his strong thighs under the trousers, she wanted to touch them, or even bite them.

'Headache' she said, 'Sorry but I need to get on with this.'

'Not stopping you, carry on.' he stayed on her desk.

She looked up irritably when he still hadn't moved a couple of minutes later 'What?'

He looked around; there were only three other people in the incident room and they weren't within hearing distance.

'Fancy a fuck?' he said.

She opened her mouth and shut it again, the cheek, the bloody cockiness of him.

He moved a little closer, 'Saw you looking. Taking a little wander down recent memory lane?'

'You were mistaken.' she gasped.

'No I wasn't.' he smiled very briefly. 'Oh alright then, but don't say I didn't offer.' he stood up and walked around the desk, 'I'll leave it up to you' his breath caressed her ear, 'You only have to ask. You know the secret words'

I hate him, she seethed. What secret words ?, she wondered after a few seconds. She glanced into his office to see him still watching her in a hawk like fashion. Instead of looking away she stuck the end of her thumb on the end of her nose and waggled her fingers at him. Hell would freeze over before she went to him for sex.

Early evening she was still at her desk but she had broken the back of the report. She slammed it into a folder and slammed the folder into the drawer of her desk, before sitting back and contemplating her weekend. A little drink in Luigi's tonight to kick it off- or instead ,you could being fucked by Gene Hunt, her Id suggested helpfully; tomorrow, shopping, maybe Covent Garden- or instead, rolling about in bed with Gene Hunt, chirped her Id, followed by lunch and maybe the ballet or a film, or instead, Gene Hunt could shag you up against a wall somewhere, her Id chuckled. All you have to do is say the word.

She stood up and got her coat. He was still in his office, and wasn't actually looking at her at that particular moment. She felt quite hurt that she was suddenly being ignored after being scrutinised for so long. But then he did look up. Seeing her with her coat, he opened his office door.

'Where are you going?' he barked.

'Luigi's- coming?' she tried to sound breezy and friendly.

'Finished that report?' he asked.

'Not quite, but nothing that I can't….' she began.

'Not good enough- finish it.' he ordered.

'Sod off.' she replied, walking out of the incident room. But as she walked down the corridor she realised that he was still her superior officer, she had messed about with the report, and it would nag at her all weekend because she hadn't finished it. She turned and walked back into CID, flinging off her coat, hauling back out the folder and beginning the final push on the report.

He didn't bat an eyelid, but resumed his watching.

Every time she glanced up he was there, in his office, tempting her. CID was empty apart from the two of them. She wondered what he was playing at. He would have normally been in Luigi's by now.

When she had finished, she stood up and stretched, before going to his office.

'Finished' she said.

'I love subservient women.' he said.

'Good for you.' she said sarcastically. 'Goodnight.'

'Goodnight.' he said, not even trying to hide his amusement.

She wondered why she was still standing there.

'Are you not going to Luigi's then?' she asked, shocked.

'I have other plans.' he said.

'Oh right' she tried not to wonder what or who those plans were, and why she was feeling a white hot jealousy ripping through her.

He stood up and grabbed his coat, 'But it doesn't look like they're gonna come to anything, shame.'

She nodded, 'Sorry to hear that.' as she stood there blocking his exit she suddenly guessed what his secret words might be, 'So- maybe we could- have a bit of a sort out in the stationery cupboard- maybe count a few A22 envelopes?' she could hear the sound of ice forming as hell froze over.

'Good girl' he surveyed her lazily, 'I knew you'd work it out eventually, I could see the cogs turning.'

She turned and walked away on stiff legs that didn't seem to know where they were going, as she walked through the double doors she could see him walking fast to catch up with her, silently he overtook her, walking ahead to the stationery cupboard.

Her heart pounded as she watched him unlock it, and she bit her lip as she tried to stamp down her excitement.

As she stepped in he locked the door and loosened his tie.

'You know if anyone else had looked at me solidly for hours I would have called them a pervert.' she said, trying to hide her breathlessness.

He poked a finger under the waistband of her jeans, 'These need to be off Inspector.'

'Ok' she replied meekly, undoing the button and unzipping the jeans, 'Not really as alluring to get these off though, not as easy to do as a skirt.'

He knocked her hands away, his hands stroking over her hipbones feeling the satiny skin and the protruding bone, and pushing back the denim, as the jeans slid down over her arse, his hands travelled along behind them, probing, opening the cheeks and sliding his fingers in and downwards, under the tiny silk knickers, insistent and invading, searching out the wetness he seemed absolutely certain was there. When his fingers found what they were looking for they stroked once and once again , making her feel near to collapse, before withdrawing. He moved forward to push the jeans from her arse and his erection slammed into her thigh. He peeled the jeans down her legs slowly, and got on his knees in front of her as he had before. When the jeans were pooled around her ankles, he took her shoes off followed by the cumbersome jeans before looking up at her long legs. She put one hand on his shoulders and moved towards him, using her free hand to put one of his hands on her knickers. He tore them down and she moved her legs apart and lifted one foot and then the other, kicking the little scrap of fabric away.

She looked down at him, 'Now you.'

'In a minute' he groaned, 'I'm enjoying the view.'

'Stand up and I'll do it.' she said.

He stood and she kneeled in front of him, undoing the belt buckle, unzipping him, letting his trousers drop to his boots. As she leaned forward to remove his boots and socks, his cock was pressing into her face, and she bit it gently through the fabric, when his boxers were the only thing between her and the object of her intense desire, she pulled them down roughly, watching as his cock sprang out.

'Ooo Jack in the box' she mocked gently.

'Squat' he ordered as he took his jacket and shirt off, so now he was wearing only his gold chain.

She squatted obediently.

'Want me?' he asked.

She gulped.

He stood up and pulled off her stretchy top, and reached down again to remove her bra. Then he got on the floor and looked at her, she was still squatting, and trying not to pant.

His hand flitted between her legs, pushing at the sides of her thighs, 'Open up'

She opened her legs wider, he stroked her with a feather light touch that was only just the sane side of unbearable.

'This kind of welcome was worth the wait' he said, deliberately slowing down the stroking. 'Which way do you want to go?'

Her heart was thumping, ' Any way- you chose.'

He leaned forward and began to kiss her; tiny little chaste kisses around the edges of her trembling mouth, stealing the air from her body, his tongue tentatively darting beyond her lips every so often. Every time her tongue dashed to meet his it was gone again, teasing; as he kissed her he was moving into a sitting position and manipulating her body towards his lap. He appeared to have several pairs of hands; they seemed to be everywhere, all over her body; her legs , her arms, her breasts, her face until every part of her felt like it was on fire.

She crashed onto his lap more heavily than either of them had expected and crushed his cock, she could feel it, stiff, huge, throbbing and furious, caught between the cheek of her arse and her thigh; she tried to speak, 'Ssssorry' she sounded spaced out.

'Don't be sorry'. he whispered, 'I'm not sorry, you're fucking lovely.' his hand became hopelessly tangled in her hair as he drew her mouth to his and his tongue slicked around her lips before diving into her mouth for the kill. They toppled over onto the floor and suddenly his cock was free again; his hand travelled up between her thighs pushing her legs apart, she grabbed at his arse, praying he would enter her soon, and he did, as the length of him forced its way inside her, a tiny sob of gratitude escaped from her lips.

This is so wrong, she thought crazily, as a vision of herself in 2008 floated through her mind, Emmeline Pankhurst would be spinning in her grave, but then his mouth had captured her right nipple and she forgot about Emmeline and begged him to fuck her harder.

He kept her just on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like ages, years, eons, while she gabbled almost incoherently 'Please' and they rolled around on the dusty floor. She could smell a perfume consisting of the celibate pristine paper stacked on the shelves with a top note of hot wet hungry sex. He pulled her around onto his lap and her legs disappeared behind him and her arms slithered around his neck, her mouth began biting his shoulder as she moved herself over his cock and his strong hands held her strictly in place, forcing her further down onto him.

She heard him gasp as she bit him harder, 'Jesus woman- no don't stop! Punish me'

Their bodies began sticking together as they both became slicked with perspiration, the cupboard was hot, the heating clicked on and off at intervals, but they didn't notice or care because there wasn't anything in this world except the two of them.

When her climax eventually came rolling and ripping she tried to hold it back, she didn't want this union to end, she needed him to stay inside her for longer, but she heard his breath quicken even more and his hands held her waist in a steely grip as he began to spurt into her. 'Alex' her name was torn from him.

'Guv' she whimpered, as she tried to stop her nerve endings exploding and her orgasm tearing her to shattered useless pieces.

When it was over she rested her forehead on his shoulder bone , as his fingers counted her vertebrae. She suddenly felt incredibly shy and waited for his smart arse remarks to start coming, but he said nothing and pulled her in close, fighting to calm his breathing.

She was comfortable and safe on his lap. She could stay here forever. After five or so minutes she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.

'Better now?' he asked.

'Yes thank you.' she sounded prim when she wanted to sound seductive and in control.

'No- thank you.' he said, trying to hide a smile, 'Anytime you want more you only have to ask.'

'Ask!' she huffed, firing up. 'You expect me to ask every time? Feed your ego? You wanted me as much, if not more than I wanted you.' as she was speaking she was disengaging herself from him, and she clambered up and began hunting down her clothes.

'Your arse doesn't look half as bony naked.' he remarked, watching her every move. 'Quite peachy really.'

'Stop bloody ogling me!' she said furiously.

'Ok' he replied, but carried on.

'You're so up yourself.' she continued, as she put her bra on back to front, and twisted it round crossly, 'You're really not all that you know.'

'Wish you'd mentioned it earlier.' he said, unperturbed. 'You had me thinking I was the best thing since sliced bread.' he spread his body out on the floor and crooked himself up, his hand under his chin, propping himself on one elbow, watching her stuffing tissues between her legs and attempting to get back into her knickers.

She tried not to notice he was becoming erect again, but something that size was quite hard to ignore. She also tried not to notice the ache that was already starting up between her legs as she struggled with her stretchy top. Piss off, she told it, don't be so greedy, you're not having anymore, it was just a one off- er…a two off.

'Why are you always in such a tearing hurry?' he asked. 'The night is young.' he looked down at his cock, and up again at her, his eyes sparkling.

She hated herself for even being tempted. But she had to knock the wind out of his sails.

'Yes, well, as you say the night is young' she smiled as she hauled on her jeans and grabbed her shoes, 'and I, DCI Hunt, have a hot date.'

'Really?' he laughed. 'Not that snivelling weedy lawyer?'

'That would be telling.' she replied, 'Key.' she held out her hand for the key to the cupboard.

'It's up there.' he nodded at a filing cabinet.

She grabbed the key and walked to the door. If he stood up now and pulled her back what would she do, would she have the resolve to go, or would she crumble and stay? She wouldn't look at him. She unlocked the door.

'Bolly?' he said gently.

'Yes?' she still didn't look at him.

'Just remember, first date, upstairs outside only.' he said.

oxxo