AN: Week one chapter six... going well so far. I swiftly changed it to just a Friday because I was out on Saturday, and I wouldn't have had the time or music library to have 366 days worth. I also didn't start on the first, so a weekly thing is a better call.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all... just the account.
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Save It for the Bedroom-You Me At Six
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Ashes to Ashes\Alex Drake\Gene Hunt
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"Keep your hands to yourself, these lips belong to someone else.
And you know that you, you'll never get one in."
Their eyes had met across the room. It was a total cliché. But the flirting began. First the eyes. Then he came over to her.
Always good to have them chasing you.
She felt another set of eyes on her. Boring through her skull. Why did he always watch?
"Another night and another girl"
He could just about keep himself walking up to the smarmy git chatting Alex up in the bar. She laughed. He was another 'funny guy'.
His vision was swiftly blocked by glitter, sequins and a more than ample bosom.
"So who's keeping score,
On who is a whore.
With you by my side,
That look in your eye.
I hope you know."
Their eyes met briefly, as she took her new companion upstairs. He looked away. He needed to forget again. His new companion was throwing herself at him. He just wasn't in the mood.
She told her companion to leave. She'd had enough of him. He'd gotten really drunk. He was all over her.
"Go home and wash your jeans, 'cause there's dirt on the knees,"
She was alone again. It always ended this way. The last half of a bottle of wine sat on her table. She lifted a glass, intending to pour herself a glass, but put it back, deciding she would just have to wash it in the morning.
"Je-jealously doesn't sit with me."
He got to the door, and leant against the wall. Taking a few deep breaths, he knocked on the door.
There was still a few mouthfuls of wine left in the bottle. She opened the door, saying "come to finish it off?" Gene.
"So who's keeping score,
On who is a whore.
With you by my side,
That look your eye.
I hope you know."
Their lips danced a vicious tango. His hand scraped through her curls.
"You whore."
Shoes. Clothes. All strewn about Alex's apartment.
"We're saving it for the, save it for the bedroom"
And the empty wine bottle lay on the bedroom floor.