A word of warning: there's a bit of artistic licence coming up here, dear readers. I know that the most likely underwear choice of 70s Gene, bless him, would have been a vest and Y-fronts. But no. Just no. For reasons too numerous to go into, many of them probably quite Freudian.

So let us consider that it is in fact summer (ha!), boxer shorts have been around since the fifties and the Guv really wants to impress Alex. Otherwise smut bunny would still be whimpering in a corner and the following chapter wouldn't exist!

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Chapter 6

They drove the ten minute journey home in near silence feeling suddenly awkward with one other, both uncertain about how to handle this new development in their relationship. When they got in, Alex decided she really needed some time on her own to think things through.

"Is it alright if I have a soak in the bath, Gene?

"Course it is, luv, yer don't 'ave to ask. There should be plenty of hot water."

He heard her wandering about upstairs and felt a sudden urge to get out of the house for a while. Leaving a hastily scribbled note on the kitchen table, he grabbed the car keys and headed out of the door again, locking it behind him. He got as far as the first set of traffic lights and realised he had no idea where he was going, cursing himself for being a coward, and then he remembered that Sam and Annie were back from their honeymoon. He smirked to himself. Hopefully he wouldn't be interrupting the love birds too much at five o'clock on a Sunday afternoon.

Alex wandered into the kitchen half an hour later and found his cryptic note.

"Had to go out for a while. I'll bring some food back."

She guessed he'd gone back to the pub to get his head together before telling her it was all a huge mistake. She sighed. The trouble was it hadn't felt like a mistake at all, in fact everything about his kiss had felt so incredibly right that her body was still in a state of arousal and she doubted she'd get much sleep that night.

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He arrived back later with a Chinese takeaway and they ate it at the kitchen table, making small talk and trying to ignore the elephant in the room. Gradually they started to relax in one another's company again, and by the time they'd headed back into the living room to watch some TV it was almost as though the kiss had never happened. Except for the fact that she couldn't stop looking at his lips and remembering how he'd tasted. And his gaze was constantly drawn to her luscious curves, recalling how she'd moulded herself against his chest.

They were watching some historical drama, all heaving bosoms and tight breeches, which definitely wasn't helping matters. He glanced in her direction to say something at the very same moment she turned to him and she froze, lost for a second in his mesmerising silver grey eyes. She wasn't sure who moved first but suddenly she was in his arms again, his mouth on hers, hungry, demanding, their tongues duelling in enticing provocation. She heard herself moan as he pressed her back against the cushions, her shaking fingers popping the buttons on his shirt, desperate to touch warm skin.

His lips dropped to feast on her neck, one hand travelling slowly up her body to cup a breast, and she sighed with pleasure as the nipple hardened against his palm. Then without warning he moved back from her with an impassioned groan, holding his head in his hands.

"Gene?"

"Sorry, luv. But if I don' stop now, I won' be able to."

Confused, she reached out to touch his shoulder, and he flinched.

"I don't want you to stop."

"Alex, it's not right. Yer could be engaged, married even …"

She breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what this was all about.

"Gene, I'm not involved with anyone else."

Still he didn't look at her.

"Yer don' know that."

"Actually, I do. I'm starting to remember more and besides which, I'd be wearing a ring, wouldn't I?"

She knew this wasn't necessarily true, but it was the best she had. His shoulders relaxed slightly and she held her breath.

"Are yer sure?"

She slid her arms round him and pressed her cheek to his back, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Positive. Now you can either ravish me here or take me to bed, it's entirely up to you."

He got to his feet and for a second she thought she'd come on too strong, but he turned back to her with a grin and held out a hand.

"I'm all fer a bit of comfort nowadays, luv."

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After the build up of tension between them she'd expected some frantic ripping off of clothing and an urgent, frenzied coupling but he surprised her, nibbling gently on her lower lip as he undid her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders. Dropping to his knees, he removed her shoes before popping the button on her trousers and dragging them down her legs and then paused for a second, his gaze moving slowly up her body.

"If this is a dream, I'll punch the first one ter wake me up."

She lay back on the bed, a little smile curving her lips as she watched him slipping his shirt off. Impressively broad shoulders, a nice expanse of smooth chest, lean muscular forearms and a little bit of belly: maybe not the epitome of masculine perfection but he was all man and she couldn't wait to touch him.

"I don't usually put out till the third date, Gene. Just so you know."

He grinned, tugging his socks off before unbuttoning his trousers.

"This is the third date, luv. I made yer dinner on Friday, you returned the favour last night and we've spent all afternoon together, so yer needn't worry. Although come ter think of it, I've been a bit slow off the mark. Didn't manage upstairs outside till a few minutes ago."

She giggled, her eyes glued to the impressive bulge in his boxer shorts before he stepped out of them and threw them over his shoulder with a flourish. He pulled himself up to his full height, meeting her eyes proudly, and her mouth dropped open in mute admiration. He was nothing short of magnificent. She cleared her throat.

"Um … wow. Hope you're planning on being gentle with me."

"Oh yeah. At first …"

He smirked as he took his place on the bed next to her, leaning his chin on one hand while the long fingers of the other drew teasing circles round her belly button. She shivered in anticipation, feeling him hot and heavy against her hip, her hand idly stroking his chest.

"Gene?"

"Hmmm?"

She met his captivating gaze flirtatiously.

"You will still respect me in the morning, won't you?"

"Bols?

"Yes, Guv?"

"Has anyone ever told yer that yer talk too much?"

She sighed as his lips captured hers, their tongues entwining languidly, erotically as one hand slid up to fondle her through her bra. The feverish onslaught she'd been expecting didn't happen. Instead he took his time, kissing and nibbling his way down her throat and across her collarbone before his lips slowly traced the rise of a breast. Who'd have thought the gruff Manc Lion could be such a considerate, sensual lover? Her body was on fire for him, her nipples aching for his touch and yet still he held back.

"Gene … please …"

Chuckling, his hand slipped round and expertly flicked her bra open before dragging it off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

"Now those are a sight fer sore eyes."

Slowly he lowered his head, his lustful gaze holding hers as he teased a taut bud, circling it with his tongue. She moaned in frustration and he relented, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Ohhh … yes …"

A bolt of white hot desire shot down between her thighs, her body arching up towards his magic lips as her fingers threaded almost painfully through his hair. He turned his attentions to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth as his fingers caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. God, he was good at this. She wriggled impatiently as his fingertips strayed close to her hot, wet centre but stayed tantalisingly just out of reach.

"Please … touch me …"

Her voice was throaty, pleading. Finally he began to stroke her gently through her underwear and she gasped at the sensation, her hips bucking up against his hand, but it wasn't nearly enough. She wanted him. Now.

"Need you inside me, Gene …"

He grinned wickedly, a fire burning in his eyes.

"Never one ter refuse a lady."

Before she knew it he'd dragged her knickers down her legs and settled himself between her thighs, his gaze holding hers as he began to push slowly into her silken depths, giving her body time to adjust to his. She moaned in pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed, as she gradually took in his full length.

"Oh God … yes …"

"Jesus, Alex. Yer feel so bloody good."

"Fuck me, Gene … hard …"

He groaned as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him in even deeper.

"Keep talkin' dirty in that posh voice and this'll be over way too quickly."

She gasped as he began to move, meeting him thrust for thrust, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. She was in such an advanced state of arousal she could already feel the first stirrings of orgasm as she writhed underneath him, her fingers gripping his shoulders. He watched her rapturous expression with something approaching awe as she took flight, her whole body shuddering as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her and she cried out his name in ecstasy. The feel of her convulsing round him was enough to push him over the edge into blissful release, groaning in triumph as he surged into her for the last time and the world exploded around him in a blinding flash of light.
Panting for breath, he buried his face in her neck, wondering if he'd ever come that hard in his life before.

"Bloody hell, Bols. Thought I was goin' ter have a heart attack there."

She giggled, running a hand down his back to squeeze a buttock.

"Not bad for a first time, Gene. Think I could probably go again, though."

"Christ woman, yer insatiable."

He smirked, moving off her to collapse on to his back and pulling her into the crook of his arm.

"I'm not as young as I was, yer know. Need a nap first."

She lifted her head and kissed him fondly on the lips.

"OK, but don't blame me if I'm sound asleep."

His gravelly voice made her stomach flip.

"Don' worry, luv. I'm sure I can think of several interesting ways ter wake yer …"

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*Sigh* He really does need cloning, doesn't he? We'd make a fortune … ;)

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