TITLE: Somebody That I Used To Know
AUTHOR: bolly69
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concept; they belong to the BBC/Ashley/Matthew, etc.
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Right, you all made me feel guilty for holding off on the dirty bits, so I caved and added some in. You're all thoroughly norty and should be immediately tied up and spanked. By Gene of course!
This IS an M rating, please do not read on if you're easily offended by sex and/or strong language.
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Chapter 6
Gene strolled through the sunlit streets, hands in pockets, steel blue eyes straight ahead, skilfully avoiding the suited workers scurrying to work, in too much of a bloody rush he thought. He was pleased Alex had finally listened to him and called in sick and gone back to bed; she had looked exhausted, not surprisingly after his little revelation of being dead… undead… whatever. He had said he'd go out for a while, but she had only agreed if he promised her that he would return and not leave; and he had given her his word, despite the gnawing in his gut that reminded him he didn't know how long he'd be able to stay here with her.
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She hadn't wanted to admit defeat and call in sick, but she could hardly concentrate enough to put one foot in front of the other never mind do a full day at the office; Gene was in her brain, perhaps even her soul, and she couldn't get away from that today, didn't want to. So she'd called the office and feigned a migraine; Gene had insisted she needed to rest and of course he was right, looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror she looked pale and drawn, with dark circles around her eyes. Of course staying at home also gave her more time with him, to find out who this man, who had side stepped the hereafter to be with her, was, and what he had truly meant to her, and where she had journeyed to to find him.
Finally shedding her crumpled dress she wearily climbed into bed, her cool sheets welcoming, and again thought of him; she still didn't have the full picture, there were many things she didn't know; but what she did know, was absolutely sure of, was that she had always had the hots for Gene Hunt. From that very first moment she had seen him step out of that red car, all bravado and bullshit; all fuck off and fuck me. Closing her eyes, her final waking thought was of course Gene; she slept fitfully, her dreams full of him; of them.
The evidence room was dimly lit and smelled stale, with not enough air to breathe; understandable considering her hand rested over his thumping heart, and his hand was firmly clenched around her breast, his face close and threatening, his man stink filling her nostrils, overpowering her; smoke, whisky, musk, sex. 'Now then Bollingerknickers, you gonna kiss me or punch me?' the electric blue of his eyes shone in the dim light, daring her on. She defiantly stuck her chin out and paused, about to pull her hand away, but then leaned in to him and pushed her lips to his, the softness surprising her. He went to step away but then responded, his lips pressing back against hers, their tongues meeting in a duel, battling for dominance. He pressed against her and his hand kneaded her breast confidently, causing her to groan into his mouth, her legs weakening and threatening to give way, setting off a pulse between them.
He backed her up against a shelving unit, his obvious hard-on pushing into her hip, threatening to impale her right there. She moved against it and it was his turn to groan. Sliding her hand from his heart she pushed her fingers through the opening in his shirt to feel the burning skin beneath, he felt so alive for a construct. Flicking two buttons open she pushed her hand in, finding a soft covering of hair there, her fingers toying with it. He reciprocated and roughly shoved the red prozzie dress aside, grasping a handful of flesh, his thumb brushing her taught nipple forcing a gasp from her lips.
His knee pushed between her legs, moving them apart for him to stand between, pinning her more firmly to the shelves, grinding his cock against her pubic bone, her legs would surely fail her any second now. He ran his hand up her leg, stalling to finger the lace stocking top, and she shivered as he continued up, brushing over her knickers, moist with evidence of what he was doing to her and how he made her body react.
The onslaught on her mouth continued with tongues exploring and teeth biting, and she shoved her hands down to grab at his belt buckle, throwing it open and tearing down his zip. She pushed her hand inside and rubbed along his cock; oh my, so so big. He tore his face from hers and cursed; she was obviously doing something right. She worked him with her hand, her mouth recapturing his hungrily. He moved the damp material of her knickers aside and slipped a finger between her moist folds, causing her to whimper and tremble even more, and meeting his eyes she raised a leg onto his hip, willing him on, needing him inside her, pleading for it.
Lifting her with ease he positioned his cock at her entrance, enticing, teasing; driving her out of her fucking mind. She bit down onto his lip in frustration, and he laughed against her mouth, but with a slow thrust he pushed into her, tantalisingly slowly, but how he filled her exquisitely; an involuntary cry was dragged from her lips. And then he was pounding into her, driving her towards sweet release, almost there… almost there… "Geeeeeennne!"
She woke breathless and perspiring, her heart pounding and the images from her dream still in her mind. She ran a hand down her body, brushing a nipple as she went, forcing shards of electricity shooting south. She moaned but quickly stilled, straining to hear if Gene was back in the flat; silence, he hadn't returned yet. Her hand continued slowly down over her stomach, and paused to toy with her soft curls, anticipating what was to follow. She ran her tongue over her lips, a smile dancing over them, and then the incessant throbbing between her legs urged her on and she pushed her fingers through her folds, circling her swollen clit, her back arching from the glorious sensations darting around her body. She plunged her fingers into her slick core, moving impatiently, urgently, desperately. Finally her fantasy lover had a face, a name… "Gene…" she gasped his name as she came, a sob following; body racked, heart pounding, limbs spasming. Gasping for air and surprised by the force of her orgasm she dragged her free hand across her brow, pushing her damp hair away from her face; smiling again.
She froze as she heard the sound of the flat door closing; Gene had returned. Still coming down from her exquisite high she attempted to calm her breathing enough to listen as she heard him walk into the kitchen, the rustle of plastic bags made her smile as she thought of Gene Hunt in modern shops. His footsteps moved across the hall and another door closed; the hiss of the shower confirmed he was in the bathroom; she relaxed and thought back over the details of her dream and its effects; the effects he had caused. She stretched out, cat like, and almost purred, basking at last in the glorious afterglow.
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Thanks for reading! ;-)
Thanks to Ash & Matt for giving us fantastic characters to play with, to whatever ends…
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