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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Here we are guys, the final chapter!
Thank you all for reading, reviewing, encouraging, following; it's been a blast.
Enjoy! :D
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 11
So true, funny how it seems,
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
Gene took a deep breath and kissed Alex's forehead; she blinked opened her eyes and lifted her face to his; searching for an answer, a reason, a truth; glancing from his eyes to his mouth and back again; re-running their final night in the 80's. This time there was no interruption, no knock on the door, and they moved closer, no more words necessary.
Like a well rehearsed ballet, they slowly moved into place, perfectly poised as their lips met, eyes locked, tongues exploring, probing. Alex snaked her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer to her, wanting more of him, all of him. Gene moved his hands from her waist to the curve in her back, and pulled her to him, onto his now obvious erection, and he groaned into her mouth; his low rumble causing the kiss to escalate, becoming more frantic; hungry mouths battling, lips burning, gasps breaking out, her tears falling again, she could only whisper, "…Gene…"
He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, "Oh Alex, I've waited a long time for this"
"Too long…" she breathed, hardly daring to believe this was really happening, "want you Gene; for keeps..." she gazed under her lashes at him, watched his eyes open, so full of desire, love, need, "come to bed…?"
Quietly he asked, "You sure love?" his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out the music that was still playing.
"Yes… yes…" she held his gaze, so sure, more sure than ever, the throb between her legs back with a vengeance, and her mouth covered his again. Taking his hand she led him to her bedroom, pausing at the door to turn and smile at him, reinforcing her decision; her eyes glistening with tears.
Gene pulled her to him, kissing her forcefully, validating his feelings for her, and taking his hand again she pulled him onto the bed with her, eagerly pushing his jacket from his shoulders and down his arms, as she planted soft kisses across his lips and face. Her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, the button holes tight from their newness, and once free he shrugged it off, her sleek fingers skimming his broad shoulders and chest, toying with the fine covering of fair hair there, sending electricity jolts through him as she paused at a nipple.
His hands found their way under her top, flesh on flesh, burning on contact, searing into her delightfully, his fingers skipping across her back, before moving around to brush over her bra-clad breasts, eliciting a gasp-groan from her lips.
Pulling her mouth from his she quickly pulled her top over her head and dropped it to the floor, now it was his turn to gasp and stare with desire filled eyes at her; he'd seen her before like this, in the vault, but never with the prospect of it being for his benefit.
Slowly, she moved back on the bed, eyes never leaving his, shining out everything she had to offer at him; he could almost see into her very soul as she laid her head onto her pillow and held out a trembling hand, beckoning him to her.
He moved next to her, positioning himself on his side resting on his elbow as his eyes trawled along her wondrous form, laid out before him; gently he moved his fingers around her soft stomach and up towards her magnificent breasts, he captured her lips again, her open mouth accepting him willingly, hungrily; teeth clashing, tongues searching.
His hand swept over her skin, up over her ribs to finger the lacy edge of her bra, her ample breasts heaving splendidly beneath it; he desperately drew a breath in through his teeth, the sight before him beyond his wildest dreams.
"Gene…" her breathy voice pulled him out of his breast induced trance, her sultry tone rocking him to his core, "…take it off…"
Another gulp of air and he leaned forwards, moving his hands slowly around her to the clasp behind her back, deftly unclipping it and pulling the flimsy material away from her.
Alex shivered as he uncovered her, laid bare before him, and watched wide eyed as his blonde head moved over her breasts, blowing hot breath onto them, and then lowered, pressing his lips over a straining nipple, sucking and flicking in equal measure; she tried to remember how to breathe, how to think; nothing in her mind other than the exquisite sensations Gene was inflicting upon her.
Then his fingers were undoing her jeans, pushing the denim aside and brushing over her knickers, sparking deep below, causing her back to spasm in anticipation. He dropped feather kisses down her stomach, tracing his tongue along her sweet tasting flesh, pausing to glance up at her, seeking permission to continue; holding her like china, fearing she might break. Meeting his gaze with a look that could mean nothing other than to implore him on, he pushed away her jeans, and kneeling as at an altar he slowly eased down her knickers, pausing in adoration to gaze upon the goddess laying before him, quivering for him, wide hazel eyes full of tears and love, her perfect mouth and lips parted in silent pleasure, magnificent breasts lifting with every gasped breath.
"Oh Alex… love…" he lowered his head to her trembling milky thighs, and she parted them for him, willing him on, and then his hot breath was on her, his tongue pushing through her moist folds, and she moaned, a long low guttural noise that came from somewhere deep inside; she even wondered if it had come from her, so alien was it. And on he continued, bringing his fingers up to softly stroke into her, her moist walls welcoming him, his free hand gripping her hip, while his tongue and lips found her clit, hovering there, worshipping there.
Her fingers grabbed for his hair, toying with the golden locks, gently holding his head in place; her thighs rising and falling in a sensual rhythm shared by his mouth and hands, driving her on, towards a place she barely recognised; his tenderness surprising and comforting.
The force of her orgasm took her by surprise, starting in her stomach, fluttering delightfully, spreading out along her body and her limbs, tearing the breath from her lungs, and eventually crashing into her head, the white light blinding her, sending her spiralling, dragging a cry from her lips; one word; the only word, "…Gene…!"
Stroking her stomach lovingly, he kissed around her belly button, and then knelt in front of her, undoing his own jeans, pushing them off, leaving only his black boxers, tented in reverence for her; thank god he'd bought new; he congratulated himself on his insight, and slowly crawled up her still trembling form, taking his place beside her once again, their eyes met, a thousand words of acceptance passing between them, a lifetime of feeling, emotion, love, in mere seconds, shared and held. His hand moved to her breast, kneading it firmly, and he crushed his lips onto hers, reinforcing the want, no the need, he had for her.
"So beautiful Alex, always knew…"
She traced his cheek with her fingers, "ssshh, no need now…" and kissed his words away, tasting herself on his lips, exquisite evidence of her ecstasy.
Her hands tugged impatiently at his boxers, helping him as he wriggled out of them, finally naked before her; her eyes drawn down to his cock, such an impressive size, and twitching, for her. Trailing her fingers down his chest and over his soft stomach, she closed her hand around his cock, feeling it pulse, hearing him take a gasp in, and slowly she worked him, eyes locked on his, although he struggled to keep his open, so exquisite her attentions.
He wouldn't last long if she kept on doing that, "Want you Alex…"
She slowly nodded, "…yes…"
He moved over her and gently nudged her legs apart with his, settling between them, and with a final look of adoration between them, he pushed into her, soft and moist and warm, her velvet walls guiding him in, welcoming him, embracing him; he was home.
He stilled for a while, taking in this new world, this new sanctuary, and then moved in her, oh so slowly, drawing out every glorious sensation while holding her gaze until she closed her eyes as another wave of pleasure rushed over her, muscles spasming once again; her fingers gripped into his shoulders and she wrapped her long legs around his hips and he moved with more urgency, driving them both on.
Holding his face in her hands, with her huge hazel eyes shining up at him in the dim light, she whispered, "Ohh, you beautiful man…" and with sighs and gasps kissed away, they hurtled towards their inevitable climax; Alex was the first to fall, her low moan signalling the start, her ragged breathing confirming it. He felt her trembling beneath him, holding him so close, crying out to him; the sounds from her were incredible, perfect beautiful mewls, sighs, moans; she was practically purring as she writhed beneath him. Watching a tear fall from the corner of her eye as her mouth formed silent words, he was lost; his own orgasm torn from him, juddering through his limbs, firing his flesh alive.
As they both fought to recover, his lips met hers once again before he rested his head on her shoulder, his body heat radiating onto her, and her fingers caressing his back and up into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, planting feather kisses to his cheek.
Neither moved, content to stay as close as possible, gazing into each other's eyes. Alex played with Gene's fringe, flopping onto his forehead, and smiled, her voice low, "Gene Hunt, you are the most confusing, bewildering, enigma of a man, yet I know with absolute certainly and conviction that I do love you"
Gene shifted his weight onto his other leg, afraid he was crushing Alex, "And you Bolls are the most beautiful woman with a gobful of marbles I've ever know; a posh mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil"
She smiled as she remembered him saying that once before, "Ah, but you gave up heaven for me…"
"Oh Alex, love, my heaven is right here, don't need anything else…"
She pulled him close, and she cried; with joy, with sorrow, for him, for them both, but mostly for the love that she felt, given and received. He kissed her tears from her face, cradling her in his arms, never wanting to let go.
"We're a team Bolls, un-bloody-breakable us. Even time and death couldn't keep us apart"
"Alex and Gene, forever?" her voice trembled.
"Forever."
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Thanks for reading! ;-)
Hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.
Here's to next time,
Cheers!
Bolly
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Thanks to Ash & Matt for giving us fantastic characters to play with, to whatever ends…
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