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Chapter V.
Arriving at Euston, Gene watched the people around him. Chris and Shaz were happily holding hands and looking happily in love. Ray was loafing round the main concourse eyeing up all the women that would walk right past him, whilst Gene stood waiting below the arrivals and departures board, scanning the information, so he knew which platform Alex, his pretend wife would be arriving on. Pretend wife! Sounds about right, I could ask her, yer never bleedin' know, me luck may change, and she might say yes! But then again I 'ave got as much chance as knittin fog, before that'll 'appen! Looking round the station, there was every kind of person there; the students with their long hair, the business men and their briefcases. The newly weds who just wanted a few days away, the mums and the kids, whilst dad struggled with the suitcases.
Bloody women. They tell yer they want something and then they go and say the opposite. They want yer ter do something and when yer do, do it, they create all 'avoc. Can never win! But Bolly, Bolly is different. Gene's head started to hurt. He had no idea what it would be like if they were married. He had no idea if he would revert back to his old ways of drinking all the available beer and pouring himself in through the letter box at an ungodly hour to find his dinner still waiting for him on the table. I wouldn't do tha' ter her, I wouldn't 'urt her like tha'. Besides she'd been jus' as pissed as I would be! Bloody 'ell she can put away more wine than a blinkin' fish. She definitely would not be casting the Genie aside! Gene allowed, in the privacy of his own mind, his fantasies of himself and Alex to play out. How on so many occasions had he wanted to kiss her, to make her moan and have her beg for just that little bit more. The memory of being locked in an underground vault in Edgehampton sprung into mind. Alex sat less than an arms reach away, wearing nothing but the red bodice to cover her skin. Gene had wanted to touch her, run his hands over her body, placing strategically planned kisses from her neck to her chest, wanting to take hold of her breasts and gently suckle them, till she could bear it no longer. Jesus bloody christ, that's all I need! A rangin' horn in the middle of Euston bloody station, anyone were to think I'm some sick bastard!! Thank you bloody much Alex Drake!
Walking around, trying to think of things that would get Alex out of his head, Gene spotted the six non uniformed police officers in their guises; Chris and Shazza were now gossiping avidly over a book in the shop and Ray, Ray was still eying up any woman that so much as walked past him. Yer don't see Raymondo going all sissy soft! Get a bleedin' grip o'yerself Hunt. She's a bird. End of bloody story!
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Gazing out the window, Alex watched as outer London rapidly changed around her. The houses became office towers and the waste ground became blocks of flats. She could pick out the areas where buildings of the future will stand. As her mind was turning over blindly, not possessing any one thought in particular, she found herself absentmindedly, playing with the ring. Oh Jesus. Alex breathed in sharply; even as she had screamed and shouted at nothing but the walls of her flat, she had never taken it off. What the hell do I do now? I have to work around him, I have to look at him, with the knowledge that he was lying to me! How am I going to cope? Feeling her eyes well up, Alex looked at the ceiling. She was determined that she was not going to cry. You are NOT going to cry over him. He doesn't even know that you are upset! Just stop it!
Trying to regain some of her composure, Alex fiddled with the hem of her apron. The dress was surprisingly comfortable. Smiling politely at the elderly couple sat opposite, Alex went back to staring out the window, but this time her thoughts were as loud and clear and as emotional as a Baz Lurhman film.
You have to stop this right now. Its going to do you no good to be a gibbering wreck when you get off the train. If he sees so much as an eyelash out of place, he is going to want to know what the problem is. You just have to get yourself together!
But Alex didn't want to pull herself together. She didn't want to have to pretend everything was okay and that there was nothing wrong with her, even though she was trying to convince herself otherwise. Every girl wants to be proposed to, told that she is loved and cared for. That she is the centre of that man's world and that he is willing to spend the rest of his life with her. Before she had had time to even process the fact that Gene had proposed, the girly side of Alex had started to plan her wedding, the bridesmaids, the dresses. Not to mention the flowers and even the fact that her warrant card would have to be changed. Mrs Alexandra Hunt. Alex had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. But now, now she still wanted to scream and cry uncontrollably until there was nothing left. You can't crack up, you are a grown woman on a train into London and cracking up in public is just not done! The fact that there was no one else to share her pain with, no close girl friends or even Evan, made it feel ten times worse. The very idea of now having to pretend to be his wife, felt as though she had just been asked to scale Mount Kilimanjaro with no survival equipment.
Looking down at the occupant of her finger, it's diamonds still catching her by surprise when they caught the light, made Alex just stared. This was the ring that Gene Hunt had given to her, had proposed marriage with and it was gorgeous. You have no idea what it would be like to marry him. But you don't want to either, you have to focus on getting home and getting back to Molly. But, maybe, just maybe could it be better than the sham of a marriage to Peter? Could it be a marriage based on, heaven forbid, Love? But Gene, he doesn't love you. He lied. No! The argument inside her head, made her want to lie down. No he said it, in front of everyone, he said that he loved me! The ever small dwindling hope that Gene had meant what he had said in CID, brought a wry smile. Alex knew in her heart that she loved Gene. She didn't know when she had admitted it to herself. Maybe it had been the fact that the proposal hadn't been real, had shocked her enough into realising what her heart had already accepted.
Damn it Alex! It was a stunt, nothing more. He was making a point the lads and you were used to prove that point. GET OVER IT! Just take the bull by the horns and move on! Even though the thought itself wasn't innuendo, Alex managed to make it so. The idea of 'taking the bull by the horn's' ignited a fire that had been some what dwindling over the past few months. The fire had been some what repressed, the fantasises pushed to the back of her head. Not looking at anything in particular, Alex watched in her mind's eye as her thoughts became that little more desirable.
Alex closed her eyes, she could almost feel his hands unzipping the back of her dress, the slight touch of his finger tips running down her spine made her shiver. The black lingerie set, complete with suspenders, a stark contrast to the Nurse's uniform, was meant with an approving moan. Pulling Alex in close to him, the heat from his body almost burning her, Gene could feel her nipples become taught with arousal, begging to be suckled and teased. He lowered his lips to her jaw and planted slow, teasing kisses. Alex closed her eyes, she could not count how many times she had wished this to happen. The heat within her core was rising with every kiss. She couldn't take much more of it. Seeing the desire that raged within her mirrored in Gene's eyes, she kissed him. He tasted sweet and yet bitter at the same time. His scent was intoxicating, a mixture of whisky, cigarette smoke and Old Spice aftershave. Her head was spinning as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Exploring her mouth with his tongue, his hand roamed gently over her body, needing to touch every inch of her perfect skin. The clasp of her bra stood no resistance as it sprung open to free her aching breasts. His hands, surprisingly smooth, as he caressed each nipple. Moving his hands and kisses lower, Alex could barely contain herself. A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. He had no idea what his touch could do, as it sent shockwaves throughout her body. Each time the fire, that blazing within her, cranked up another notch, Alex was convinced it would never have to get any more physical, as she thought that she would be falling over the edge before they had even started. As she watched Gene peel the black lace knickers from around her hips, Alex knew exactly how it was all going to end, with a mixture of tangled arms and legs. But as she tried to hold on to her senses, Alex heard a voice behind her, calling to her. Asking her if she was okay.
A slight nudge against the window brought Alex crashing back into reality. The train had arrived at Euston station, and the ticket conductor had been stood there for a little of five minutes trying to 'wake' her up from her nap. Apologising repeatedly, for what Alex wasn't sure. Could it be you had fallen asleep and was making him late for his tea break, or the fact that he had just woken you up from one of you Gene fantasises and you are embarrassed? Stepping out on to platform, Alex headed for the main concourse. She had been to Euston many a time…in the future. Although nothing has changed in the last twenty years, the ticket office was still in its place and the waiting booths were still there, albeit the fact that there was a small fog of cigarette smoke clinging to the ceiling. Looking across the concourse, Alex noticed the plain clothed officers pretending to be whatever their detail was while, Chris and Shazza were having a conversation over lunch, as it was clear their 'friend' had yet to arrive from Manchester. Ray and Gene were stood by the pasty stand, looking aimlessly out at the crowd.
Right, this is it. You are now his wife. Sod the fact he made a complete and utter prat of you in front of everyone. You are professional and can do this. Heading towards them, Alex knew that from here on in, it was going to be incredibly difficult to keep her feelings and her police work separate.