It's a short one, but it seemed about time.
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"Mummy. Mummy wake up. You need to remember now. MUMMY!"
"Molly!"
"Excuse me Ma'am? Did you say something?" Shaz turned her inquisitive eyes towards Alex.
Alex shook herself awake. She must have fallen asleep sitting at her desk.
"No, Shaz. Fell asleep, that's all." She took a deep breath, trying to remember her dream. Molly. Molly was trying to tell her something. But what?
"Oh, I wish I could. It can be so boring working on Saturday. Don't know why, but it seems like everyone takes the day off, even the criminals."
"Just when the football's on. Wait 'til the match comes out." Alex stood, maybe if she moved around a bit she could clear her head. "I'm going to get some tea. Would you like some?"
"No thanks. I've just had one." Shaz looked a bit sheepish. "I didn't want to wake you."
"You probably should have. Have you heard from the boys?"
Shaz shook her head. "Not yet. Could be all night."
"Yes. We'll just have to hold down the fort." She smiled at Shaz and wandered off to the kitchen.
Alex busied herself in the kitchen making tea, trying to remember her dream. Molly was trying to tell her something, and not for the first time. Several times in the past week she'd woken with the traces of a dream in her head. Always one she couldn't recall when she woke. But other than her face and her voice she couldn't remember anything.
Alex sat at the table drinking her tea. Most of the team were out responding to a tip that the suspects they'd been tailing all week were about to pull a job and Gene wanted everyone out on the street, either on their tail or at the suspected target warehouse. He'd left Alex and Shaz to manage without them.
Shaz was right though. Whenever they did these odd Saturday shifts she was surprised at how slow it was. Sometimes they worked on a big case, but just an average Saturday? Pretty slow.
She sat in the kitchen for some time, trying to remember. Trying to remember anything, really. Last night, with Gene, it almost hadn't stopped. Images, memories, flickering through her mind all night. Every time he touched her lights flickered in her head, like lights someone was trying to turn on. Alex shifted on her chair. Gene had certainly turned her on. She couldn't remember ever experiencing a night like it, yet every sensation was familiar. She knew it, but she didn't. The confusion drove her mad, but she knew one thing for certain – the intense connection she'd had with Gene last night wouldn't be enough. She wanted more. Soon, preferably.
Alex was lost in her fantasies about what she and Gene might get up to later, and she didn't hear him when he walked into the kitchen.
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"You're looking at me like a thirsty man lookin' at a pint." He laughed, not displeased.
"Sorry" she looked away. "I didn't hear you come back. Did you make any arrests"
He nodded, still looking at her as she stood up. "And I don't mind." He shifted slightly as Alex squeezed past him in the doorway, but not enough so she didn't have to rub against him. "I'm happy to be your pint."
Alex smiled knowingly, pressing her body lightly against his. He swallowed in anticipation. "Really Gene," she whispered, "You're more like a four course meal."
He cleared his throat quietly. "Four courses, eh?" He followed her for a step, hands stuffed in his pockets. "You hungry, Drake?" They were in earshot of the rest of the team, but no one paid them any attention.
"I missed lunch Gene." She turned, sitting at her desk, the squad room now buzzing with activity. "I'm starving."
"Alright you useless twats, I suddenly have dinner plans, so let's get this all wrapped up so I can get on with 'em!"
--
Alex supervised the paperwork, but it was still a few hours before they finally made it home.
"You know Gene," she admonished as she stuck her key in the door. "It really would have gone much quicker if you hadn't slammed your suspect's hand in the door of the squad car."
"Well I wasn't about to slam it in the door of the Quattro, was I?" He grumbled. "Bastard hit me with his car, I should've done worse."
Alex rolled her eyes as she took off her jacket and threw it on the dining table, jumping in surprise when Gene grabbed her around the waist.
"I believe I heard the words 'four course meal' earlier" he growled into her neck, nipping her lightly on her earlobe.
"Mmmm. You might have." She tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. Gene hissed as she ran her hand over the inside of his leg. His cock was already stiff. It could be a good night. She tilted his chin up with her free hand, looking into his eyes. "I think you might be ready for your starter."
Grabbing his hand Alex led him quickly to the bedroom. "Take your clothes off, Mr. Hunt."
Gene didn't waste any time, and Alex removed her boots and her jeans as she watched him strip, turned on by the dangerous glint in his eyes. She held him in her hand, hot, heavy, and she dropped quickly to her knees. Stroking his full shaft, she cupped his balls gently. She looked up, staring into his eyes as she slowly took his tip between her lips, sucking him gently into her mouth. "Oh yeah" he tangled his fingers into her hair, "That's good, so good." He jerked when she licked the sensitive spot underneath his tip, running her tongue over and around his full aching length. Neverstop. He wanted it to go on forever. Now. He wanted to come hard in to her mouth. Groaning, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Lost in confusion, feeling nothing but her tongue, her mouth, wrapped around his straining flesh he thrust deeper, her head gripped tight in his hand.
Alex swallowed him in further, groaning, the wet pulse between her legs aching for her own release. She kissed and licked and sucked him, wanting him inside her, wanting him to come in her mouth, wanting him to come everywhere. For a brief second she stopped, looking up at him again. Gene's eyes flew open as he stared down at her. "Don't stop" he coughed hoarsely, his head shaking, begging. "Watch me" she mouthed up at him. He did. He watched her red lips cover his flesh, suck him deep, release him, suck him deeper, release him again. "More, Alex, more" his eyes were glued to hers, watching his cock buried deep in her mouth. She took more, watching his eyes widen as she felt the taut flesh pulse and throb against her tongue, spilling into her mouth, Gene gasping, breathless as he did.
Alex stood, wiping the back of her hand against her mouth. Gene wrapped her in his arms, pulling her to the bed as he fell on it.
"Christ!"
Alex rolled over Gene, so she wasn't lying on his right arm. Grabbing him by the wrist she guided his hand to her clit, his fingers tangling in the wet, curly hairs. She took his face in her hands, kissing him, her tongue forcing its way between his lips. "Gene, please" she shuddered. Her hips pressed against him as his fingers slid inside her, his thumb flicking gently at the tiny bundle of nerves.
Pulling out of her embrace Gene rolled her to her back, watching as he drove her further and further towards completion. "Oh god!" Alex arched her back as she climaxed, her nails digging into Gene's shoulder.
Gene rest his head on hers as their heartbeats slowed, their breathing returned to normal. Alex looked at him, mouth open, panting, half smiling at him. He chuckled softly. "Not too bad fer a starter, eh?"
Alex laughed, pulling him into her arms.
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"Wake up." Gene growled in her ear. "Still owe you another course."
Alex wriggled next to him, enjoying the smell of him, the feel of his naked flesh against hers. They'd had a busy night and she was sore everywhere. It had been a while since she'd been this sexually active. At least she thought it had.
"'M tired Gene." She murmured against his chest. He held her tightly, there was no rolling away. She didn't want to. "You wore me out."
"Don' worry. You won' 'ave t'do anything."
Alex moaned in protest as his long hand slid up over her arse and pushed her gently onto her back.
"Oh stop your whinging" He scolded, tugging first one, then the other leg over his shoulder as he kissed a slow wet trail down her belly.
"Well if you're going to insist." He heard the smirk in her voice as she tangled one hand into his hair. "I suppose I shouldn't put up a fight."
"You're welcome t'put up a fight if that's what you'd like" he mumbled between kisses placed along her thigh, behind her knee. "Might be fun."
"Might be. Oh yes!" Gene's tongue explored her folds expertly. "Oh god. This might be fun too."
She heard him chuckle, low in his chest as he continued his assault. If it was like this all the time no wonder she'd stayed with him.
--
"You do remember what day it is, don't you?"
Gene looked up in mock pout. "I believe it is Tuesday, Inspector. If you're through with the inquisition you can leave my office." He knew what day it was. The fifth of November.
"You promised."
"I did not." He looked back down at his paper.
"Yes you did. You said we could do whatever I wanted."
Gene sighed with a shake of his head. At least she'd had the good sense to close the door to his office so no one could hear them.
"Alex, I am a police officer who has miraculously been able to arrange the night off for both me and my bird in order to avoid the random anarchy of hundreds of misguided Londoners hurling fireworks at each other. I do not fancy going out into it for fun." He looked up into her narrowed eyes. He was going to lose and he knew it. He tried another tack, lowering his voice. "Quite honestly Alex, I was 'oping we could stay home and, uh, keep each other busy."
"I want a bonfire Gene."
He huffed.
"I promise I'll make it worth your while."
He'd lost. It had been two weeks since they'd broken through the physical barrier of her memory loss, and things had been going well. It wasn't three times a night, or even every night. But it was often. And it was good. It almost felt like their life was getting back to normal, even if she couldn't remember most of what they'd had. She wasn't leaving him.
"OK. But we 'ave dinner first. I'm not drivin' all over London looking for a bloody bonfire on an empty stomach."
Alex smiled. "Agreed." She turned and sped out of his office before he could change his mind.
--
They'd been driving around for half an hour with no luck. The only bonfires they'd come across so far had been riddled with teenagers and they'd both agreed Gene and teenagers on Guy Fawkes Night was not a good mix. Alex wanted a gathering with children, families. A proper Guy. She'd always loved Bonfire Night as a little girl.
"Can we get a toffee apple, Gene? Please?"
"Bloody 'ell you wan' it all, don't you?" He scowled.
Alex laughed. "Oh come on, it's not that bad."
"What's not that bad? All we've done is drive around in circles for half an hour."
He swung the car around a corner and pulled up in front of a snack van selling chips, doughnuts and toffee apples.
Alex opened the door and stuck one foot out before turning around. "Want one?"
Gene frowned, cigarette dangling from his lip. "Where would I put me fag?" He watched her out the window, chatting easily with the street trader. She was certainly enjoying herself.
"Happy?"
"Almost." She bit into her apple. "That lovely man said we should try over at the estates. He says they always have something going on."
Gene rolled his eyes. "Fantastic."
But he did as he was asked and drove around until he found a small gathering of people around an even smaller fire, the charred remains of the Guy still smouldering away on top. There were about a dozen kids chasing each other with sparklers and 25 or 30 adults milling around. They parked a short walk away and Alex wandered over to the children. Gene watched her a while, his resolve to have a miserable time melting as he watched her wave sparklers around in the air with a little girl who looked about 5 or 6.
"My dad's got rockets."
"Rockets, eh?"
Alex turned to see Gene bent over a small boy.
"Yeah. "'E's gonna shoot 'em all off soon too. Me an' my sister 'ave to go to bed. Mum says so."
"Well you should always listen to yer mum." Gene ruffled the boy's hair, rolling his eyes as Alex caught him in the act. "Don't say it." He wandered off to where a group of men were standing around a box of fireworks, returning a few minutes later.
"D'you want to stay a bit? They're goin' to let some o'these off in a few minutes."
Alex nodded, hooking her arm through his. "Yes." She kissed him on the cheek.
--
An hour later Gene squealed the Quattro to a stop in front of Luigi's. The street was quiet after the explosions at the estate. Not surprising, Alex thought. The police station is right across the street.
"Where you goin'?" Alex had wandered towards the door to the building, turning when Gene called. "If you go up now 'o's gonna watch me blow some things up?"
Alex shook her head, confused. "What?" Gene was pulled a half dozen rockets off the back seat of the car. "Where did you get those?"
"Bought 'em off the bloke at the estate. Said 'e 'ad too many."
"Did you tell him you were a copper, Gene?"
"Nah. Was 'avin' too much fun." He grinned at her. "I pinched a milk bottle off someone's step. Gotta launch them out of something, y'know."
"You are impossible."
"So you've said. Don' get too close."
Gene walked out far away from the Quattro and set off the first one, watching it explode in the air. Unable to contain herself, Alex stood near Gene, hugging his arm as he set off the rockets one after the other. By about the third one a few uniform came running out of the station to see what was happening, standing around to watch when they realized their Guv was engaging in a little Bonfire Night fun.
When they finally finished Alex wrapped her arms around Gene's neck. He obligingly slid his hands to her waist, pulling her tight as she kissed him.
"Thank you Gene."
He gave a sharp nod. "'Course. Anything you want, Alex."
"Anything, eh?"
He nodded, kissing her again before taking her hand and walking towards their building.
"Well, I was thinking that it might be a good time for us to talk about buying that house."
Gene stopped as his hand reached the door. "Wot? Why now?"
Alex took his hands, looking into his eyes. Blue, piercing, she was almost lost. "If I can fall in love with you twice, Gene, it seems silly to keep fighting the inevitable." She smiled softly up at him, holding his gaze.
He swallowed, and she could feel his breathing start to come quicker as he nodded. "Yeah. OK then."
--
Alex lay underneath Gene, propped up on all fours over her. Her hands roamed his body as he coaxed her nipples hard, sucking gently on each one. "Don't stop Gene" she arched her back, pushing further as he drew one tight bud further into his mouth. "Keep that up and I'll come without you touching me anywhere else. Ahhhh!"
Gene chuckled as he ran his tongue over her breast, kissed along her collarbone. "No bloody way I'm not touching you Alex" he growled. "But you come as many times as you like."
Alex moaned underneath him and he nipped her chin gently as she squeezed his cock. He was hard as a rock and wanted to push inside her, feel her heat, make her scream. She curled a leg around his back.
"What d'you want Alex?" He moved his hips, his full length rubbing against her hand as she guided him to her entry. He shuddered as he dipped inside, just a bit, pulling out as she moaned a protest. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me and I will."
"I do, I do. I want you, Gene." She wrapped her other leg around him, angling her hips as she rubbed herself against his tip, as she clawed at his back.
"You want me what?" He gave in and slid in just a bit. He felt sweat break out between his shoulder blades.
"Fuck me, Gene. I want you to fuck me. Oh GOD!" she screamed as he drove in hard, burying himself to the hilt.
"Like that?"
"Oh yes, yes! Again. Againandagainandagain, oh god!"
Gene pulled out, driving into her harder with each thrust until he couldn't speak, couldn't see, could only hear her begging, feel her inner walls crashing down on him, tighter as she came, as he thrust again and followed her, moaning her name over and over as he exploded in one long hard stream.
--
Gene woke to Alex tossing and turning in her sleep. This was the third night in a row, at least the third night he'd been woken up by it. She'd mumbled about Molly, and her mother, but she hadn't said anything about it in the morning so he hadn't asked. He didn't want to wake her, in case it really was her memory trying to come back to her, but he'd admit to himself he was worried.
He lit a cigarette, determined to sit up and watch until she settled down. To make sure she was alright. However long it took.