I don't own Ashes to Ashes
This chapters named after a song by Lifehouse; it will make sense when you get, say, halfway down the chapter.
Enjoy :)
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It hadn't been since the earliest days of his marriage that Gene last awoke to the sensation of lips trailing over his neck. As consciousness dawned on him, he prayed that Alex would never stop, allowing his fingers to slip beneath the fabric of her shirt whilst her lips teased down across the sensitive skin at the base of his throat, causing him to inhale sharply and press his fingers hard to the base of her spine.
"S'good..." he murmured after a few moments, fingers glancing across the thin layer of fabric that covered her arse as she slid her mouth to his sternum, her lips caressing and teasing down his chest as he sighed, "'s'nice..."
Alex smiled into his skin, hands sliding up over his torso, slipping up to his shoulders and massaging lightly as she moved back up to his mouth, sliding her leg across him to settle herself comfortably, straddled across his stomach with her head bent over his, lips hovering above his wetted mouth until he closed the distance between them, pulling her gently closer as he softly teased her mouth open with his...
His tongue slipped familiarly between her lips as his other hand slid up beneath her shirt, rolling her to the side as his hand sought out the bare flesh of her breast, cupping it within his hand, flicking confident thumbs over the hardening nipple, eyes closed as he savoured the gentle murmur of appreciation that slid between her lips.
"Morning..." she whispered, before tangling her tongue with his once more. He groaned in acknowledgement as he rolled her onto her back, hand sliding over the soft skin of her thighs, caressing her with an assured touch that sent her into shivers and shakes. With a gentle touch, Alex raised her hand to his face, stroking his cheek briefly before sliding her fingers into his hair, tangling and tugging gently as his mouth covered hers completely, the scent of him consuming her, enveloping her in a warm haze of bliss whilst his practised fingers moved closer towards her rapidly melting centre, thighs quivering in anticipation while his fingertips began to trace the crease at the top of her legs... When eventually he brushed against the fabric of her knickers she released a soft moan, pulling her mouth from his just long enough to mutter, "time?"
Gene's mouth crashed to hers again, though his eyes remained open as he glanced across at the clock on the bedside table, tongue flicking against her lips briefly before he groaned, "seven," pulling their mouths apart as he looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were glistening with desire, and the idea of spending the next hour and then some doing filthy things to her body from the safe confines of the bed was more than enticing...
"Plenty of time then," Alex whispered, pulling his mouth down to hers once more, hands sliding down over his back and slipping beneath the soft cotton of his boxer shorts to gently massage soft skin. Gene grunted in reply, pushing his hips down against her thigh as he deepened their kiss, his erection firmly pressed into her as he hooked his fingers around the elastic band of her knickers, slipping them down her legs as he broke contact with Alex's mouth, kissing the V of her neck as his fingers worked at the buttons, pushing the offending fabric aside whilst his lips passed softly and tenderly over her skin, brushing between the valley of her breasts and down the flat plain of her stomach. His hands slid the lace knickers from her ankles, dropping them over the side of the bed as he settled himself between her thighs, blowing lightly on Alex's heated folds and inhaling the warm musk of her desire. She slid her hands into his hair, caressing his scalp lightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, tongue flicking out sensuously to trail across the smooth skin, moving closer to his goal with a mixture of excitement and trepidation fluttering in his chest. As he swiped his tongue across her folds for the first time they both shivered in simultaneous elation, noises of contentment combining in the air to fall on their ears in a blanket of mutual need.
Gene stilled, looking up to meet Alex's impassioned gaze, seeking out the orbs of brilliant hazel that glistened with completely unashamed lust. She was flush with heat, mouth slightly slack and gaze intense as she nodded her approval, a silent plea for his continued attention, which he gave willingly, eyes flicking repeatedly back to her face even as he leant forwards to slide his tongue across her clit, seeing her head throw back in delight as she responded to him, the taste of her on his lips more wonderful than he had dared to imagine, a salty elixir that he couldn't get enough of, even as he lapped at her...
Her hands, caressing the back of his head as he swirled and sucked at her, shook with desire and pleasure, her breath hitching and her whimpers falling on his ears, coming to a wondrous crescendo as he slid a finger into her tight, wet channel, sending her body into orgasm whilst his spare hand stroked down the length of her leg. His tongue was still tasting and savouring until she stilled beneath him, his name a mantra on her lips as he pulled back, kissing his way upwards with a growl, lips burning a hot trail back to her mouth before melding their mouths in a passionate embrace.
As she kissed him, tasting the salty evidence of her own pleasure on his mouth and nibbling and sucking at his lips until her head was spinning, she pushed him slightly aside, rolling them so that they both lay on their sides, her hand reaching between them to push aside the waistband of his boxers, gingerly running her fingers up and down his length, feeling him shudder against her, one hand grasping her waist whilst the other slid the unbuttoned blouse away from her shoulder with a gentle hand, touch surprisingly soft against her skin.
Alex grasped him slightly harder, hand fluttering repeatedly over his hard length, stifling a moan as she traced him, taking mental notes of what made him gasp and groan... Her thumb brushed across his tip and he instantly responded by grasping her waist tighter, pulling her closer to him and biting lightly on her lower lip, a growl resonating from deep in his chest as her cool hand moved sensuously over him...
"Bolly..." he groaned against her mouth, pulling away briefly to look into her eyes with blatant lust and desire. "Want you..." he murmured, mouth falling to her neck, "always wanted you..." He touched her wrist lightly, tugging gently until she released him, her hands immediately going to the waist band of his boxers, pushing them down his body as far as she could before he had to lift his hips into the air and kick them off his body, rolling back to lay beside her and stopping.
He stared for several moments, eyes taking in, for the first time, the complete nakedness of her, the beauty of her toned and supple body displayed before him, full breasts ready and waiting for his attention... As his gaze trailed over her, he smiled, noticing the tan line across her chest as a result of her off-the shoulder tops, a scar on her right shoulder that he hadn't before realized existed, but that he now leant forward to trace with his fingers, before replacing fingertips with lips and pulling away, lifting his gaze to meet hers, only to find that she, too, was observing the undiscovered plains of his body... He shifted slightly, withdrawing his touch from her arm and settling for resting his head on his hand, propped up on one elbow as he watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath she took.
Looking at him, she was struck with an innate appreciation and admiration, not just for his physical form, but for the emotional turmoil of his past that every inch of his body gave testament to. His left arm was marred by a large white scar that stretched across three inches of his bicep, and it struck her as strange how she could possibly have neglected to notice it beforehand... in a mimic of Gene's actions she leant forward, lips and tongue tracing over the sensitive stretch of skin, feeling him tense slightly before she pulled away again, eyes trailing down over his body as she searched for more testimony to the life Gene hid from the world... and she found it.
She found it in the form of an angry white circle that stood out against his leg, halfway down his thigh; she found it, and she instantly moved down to press her lips to it.
She found it in the shape of the small scar that lay over his pelvic bone, raised from the rest of the skin in a harsh red line; she found it, and straight away she traced both finger and tongue over it in a sensual gesture of acceptance and intimacy.
The backs of his hands were home to a variety of burns and scratches from long-forgotten pains and discomforts; each was traced, caressed and kissed with tenderness, and as she raised herself back to his level, they stared into one another's eyes with warmth, the former lustful passions forgotten as they moved towards one another, lips soft and welcoming as they met in an embrace of gentle tenderness, a mutual acceptance struck up without words, her body resting perfectly in conjunction with his, hips aligning next to one another so that if their kiss were to end she would be able to rest her forehead contentedly in his neck.
As it was, his arms wrapped around her waist, just as hers slid around his shoulders, the two of them rolling slowly so that Alex was pressed into the mattress, Gene's weight a welcome warmth above her, body covering hers so perfectly she released a soft moan of contentment. His fingers reached between them, teasing at her soaking crux before gently easing her legs apart, settling himself in the gap as his hands tenderly trailed over her waist, one reaching to cradle her breast, touch soft and delicate, as though afraid she might break beneath his hands. The pad of his thumb brushed across the hard nub of her nipple, teasing lightly as he gently ended their kiss, mouth lightly grazing across her jaw and down her neck. His arousal pressed against her thigh, an ironic contradiction of the tenderness of their embrace as it's hard length sent delightful shivers through Alex's whole body whilst she shifted slightly beneath him.
"Alex..." Gene whispered, releasing her breast to cup her face, meeting her eyes with a deep sincerity and warmth. The use of her first name brought a lump to her throat, and as she looked at him she saw layer upon layer of hope and longing in his eyes. She brought a quivering hand to his cheek, holding his gaze for a long moment before she nodded, pressing her lips lightly against his.
"Gene..." She whispered in reply. For a moment they simply stared, both waiting and watching, savouring the intimacy of the moment before, eventually, she whispered, "I... we need this..." and there were no more questions to be asked.
In that second every doubt and reservation was pushed aside, and as their bodies finally conjoined, the last remnants of whatever mental barriers had held them back for weeks crumbled under the force of emotion that passed between them.
As he slid into her, Gene could only stare, taking in the pleasured expression on her face as her mouth formed a soft 'o', her eyes closed as she pressed her hips upwards towards his own... And in her face he found solace and comfort such as he had never known, the soft lips that framed her mouth uttering his name and granting him a rush of warmth that spread throughout his body, warming fingers and toes as he brought his mouth to the soft skin of her neck once again, movements tender and unhurried as his hips moved slowly against hers.
"S'good... s'beautiful..." he murmured, kissing his way slowly towards her mouth before capturing her lips with his. Alex kissed back softly, hooking her ankles around the backs of his legs in silent encouragement as he continued to move rhythmically within her, the only sounds in the room the softness of their combined breaths and the gentle sighs of union. Gene's mind was consumed with the feel of her around him, the welcoming warmth between her legs enveloping his whole being as he treasured her slick heat and the gentle slide of her tongue against his...
She was everything he'd ever dared to imagine and more; in his morning fantasies, cooped up in her bathroom, he'd imagined a warm, willing body beneath his, responsive and enthusiastic and full of the youthful spirit that Alex seemed to carry with her in spades... Lying here now, moving within her in tender motions that threatened to splinter the iron cast around his heart, he was amazed to find all of that, plus something of such wonderful magnitude he could barely describe it, nor thought it decent to try...
Because she was different.
He had never been one for gentle 'love-making'- in his whole life, he'd really only engaged in this tender embrace twice before; once, when he was with a quivering virgin who barely knew how to kiss, and again, on his wedding night, and then only out of compulsion, feeling that it was wrong to begin an official life together with a quick shag against the wall... somehow, this beat everything he'd ever known.
It wasn't that he hadn't cared for his wife, because he had- but there was no real spark between them other than a mutual lust, and by the time that wore down they'd tied themselves to what they had assumed to be a life-long contract, and it was too late to back out... They had grown to a mutual acceptance, a necessary agreement that this was the life they were going to lead, and they would have to live with it, and so they did; they'd accepted the roles of husband and wife and for years they had lived by them...
But there had never been this intimacy, this intricate entanglement of bodies and minds that set his heart aflutter and made his head light with dizziness. Because with Alex, his mind and heart now questioned everything he knew; if he and his wife had managed nearly twenty years in a relationship based on nothing but a lustful youth, then just how long could this go on? This, where his heart ached to know her, to really understand whatever complex depths lay beneath the walls she threw up around her? Surely, when his heart craved to know everything from her favourite colour to the name of her favourite artist, this could last for even longer than that?
The thought set his stomach ablaze as he deepened their kiss, hands gripping her waist slightly tighter as he increased the speed of his thrusts, still maintaining the gentle strokes even as his body responded to the increase of speed, his arousal and desire increasing as the tender caress of her mouth acted as a constant epiphany whilst their bodies melded together; he needed her.
It wasn't the lustful need he'd experienced in the past; it was raw, it was beautiful... and it was bloody terrifying.
Even as he felt himself reaching his peak, fingers flicking and caressing at the sensitive nub between Alex's legs to help her along, he was terrified and stunned at the concept of being so dependent on her presence... But as she quaked beneath him, breaking their warm and passionate kiss to throw her head back in pleasure and gasp out his name as she writhed and moaned, he didn't care; the idea of being utterly devoted and tied to this woman, who gave herself so willingly and completely to him, was one that he was more than happy to entertain.
And as their union reached its ultimate pinnacle, her hands slipping into his hair and eyes fixing firmly on his, neither of them questioned or regretted their final leap into the unknown plains of romance, the age old act of intimacy simply expressing physically what neither could bring themselves to say in words; they weren't going anywhere.
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Rolling to the side and withdrawing from her a little while later, Gene gathered Alex into his chest, pressing his mouth to her forehead and breathing shakily as his body calmed down, heart returning to normal whilst his fingers traced her spine. She was shaking under his touch, skin sensitized to every brush of his skin on hers as she recovered from the delight of orgasm. Nuzzling his nose against her neck, Gene spoke softly to her, his gruff voice surprisingly gentle in the haze of post-coital bliss.
"We're gunna be late for work, Bolly," he murmured half-heartedly, before laying his head down and closing his eyes, passing easily into a light doze. Alex smiled, settling against him and feeling herself drifting off.
"Don't care..." she whispered, hand tracing lazy patterns in his skin before she too slipped into sleep.
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It was quarter to ten when they finally got to work, and as they entered CID they were met by a tired looking Viv, who sent a pointed and knowing look their way as he left, waving a lazy hand in goodbye before he headed home.
"Bloody ponce," Gene muttered, pushing open the double doors and stalking towards his office, barking orders as he went. Alex followed meekly, quietly sitting herself down and attempting to look busy by rifling through paperwork, when in actual fact her mind was wandering to the memory of Gene's hands and mouth all over her body, the sensation of him within her as she crashed into oblivion...
"Good night was it, Ma'am?" Ray asked, suggestively waggling his eyebrows and glancing towards Gene's closed door, snapping Alex from her hazy reverie as she turned to look at him.
She smiled, hiding the feeling of embarrassment at having been caught so early on and shrugging, "oh it was amazing," she said, flashing white teeth at him in a smile and flicking back her hair as she spoke. "In fact, it was so good, I can barely walk..." at this, she held out the cup on her desk and smiled sweetly, "would you mind terribly getting me a coffee? Milky, three sugars – I feel like I'm going to need the energy!" With a wink, she pressed the cup into Ray's hands and sashayed into Gene's office, ignoring the snorts of amusement coming from Chris and Shaz as Ray walked begrudgingly to the canteen.
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For a moment after she entered, the two of them simply stared, Gene's mouth set in his traditional moody pout whilst Alex stood with her hand on her hip. It was several moments before either of them did anything, content to simply watch one another, and when Gene finally moved it was as though he'd had an electric shock to the rear, leaping from his chair and shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes not leaving hers as he cleared his throat before speaking. "I wanna find out more about Jeremy McKellen," he said, raising one hand to scratch at the slight scattering of stubble across his chin that he hadn't had the chance to get rid of in their hurry to reach the station.
Alex blinked, slightly hurt by the brash change to working relationship as she stumbled over the single word of "why?"
"Because I didn't like him when 'e was alive, an' I like 'im even less now he's been killed. Something didn't smell right about 'im Bols, and I wanna know what." He walked around his desk and perched on the wood, hands resting lightly on the surface as he went on. "I wanna know where 'e drank, I wanna know who 'e drank with, and I want to know exactly what he thought about 'is daughter, because right now it looks to me like 'e could be the missing link in this whole 'Angel' bollucks!"
Alex nodded, "I'll get onto it, Guv," she said, turning to leave.
"Bols," Gene growled. She turned back to him with one eyebrow raised in inquisition. Gene looked at her for several moments, then said, almost scared, "about earlier... we're... we're alright... ain't we?"
Alex glanced towards the windows to his office; they were shuttered, blocking the rest of the team from view. Without hesitating she walked forwards and tugged gently at the bottom of his tie, meeting his eyes as she whispered, "we're more than alright, I hope."
He nodded, eyes falling to the hand which now caressed the silk of his tie, as though fascinated by it. With a dip of his head he caught her mouth, hand cupping the back of her head as he kissed her with passionate hunger. When they pulled apart, Alex's lips were swollen and her heart racing, whilst Gene's eyes were black and full of desire, narrowed slightly as he took her in. "Get back to work, fizzy knickers," he murmured, "I don't fancy gettin' busted when one of them oafs bursts in." He pushed her gently away and stood up straight, dusting his trousers off as Alex nodded, leaving the office with a twang of disappointment in her stomach as she settled down to work.
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Two hours later, having had Ray and Chris interrogate Amanda for information, Alex re-entered Gene's office with a list of information, which she slapped down in front of him, smirking smugly when his eyebrows rose halfway up his forehead. "You don't give Ray and Chris enough credit, Gene," Alex said softly. "Pubs, drinking-buddies and relatives of Jeremy McKellen; now what do you plan to do with it?"
Gene picked up the sheet of paper and scanned it briefly before his eyes narrowed. "Well, well, well... Joe Ellison..." he looked at her pointedly. "Still maintain that he's an innocent little cabbage, Bollykecks? 'cause I ain't too keen on 'is chances when he keeps poppin' up like a bloody jack-in-the-box!"
Alex sighed. "I still don't think he killed anyone, no. He might well have connections with people who have more information, but he is not a killer!"
Gene met her eyes briefly, mouth set in a tight line. "You seem pretty damn certain."
"I'd bet on it, Gene; Joe Ellison is not a murderer."
There was a note of finality in her voice, and Gene didn't bother to argue, knowing full well they would get nowhere if he did. "Fine." He said eventually. "Where's this..." he glanced at the paper and frowned, "where's this Black Bull?"
Alex blinked, evidently stunned by his lack of argument. "I... what?"
Gene rolled the piece of paper up and tapped it on the top of her head lightly in a patronising manner as he grinned, "undercover, Bollinger Knickers; I suddenly have the urge for a drink!"
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"McKellen drank in the evenings between seven and ten;- there is no point in us marching in at lunch time with no proof that anyone worthwhile will be there; if we stick to his rota then we find people who knew him, not random punters who may or may not have heard his name!" Alex's voice was agitated and annoyed as they sat in the Quattro outside The Black Bull; it was a dark, dingy looking pub from the outside, but the crowd of working men filing in seemed happy enough as they opened the heavy door and entered. Gene, meanwhile, was tapping at the wheel in frustration.
"Look, posh-knickers; the day I need advice on time-tabling and psychtwattery, I'll come to you, but right now, I'm the superior officer and we are going for a bloody drink, and I don't give a bleeding sperm-donors testicle if you disagree or not!" He glared at her, daring her to contradict him and trying to ignore the angry glint in her eye that told him to lean over and shove his tongue down her posh little throat... Instead, she undid her seat belt, hand on the door as she smiled sweetly over at him.
"Fine," she said, voice dripping with false sweetness as she ran her eyes over his body, "but you won't get into a working men's pub wearing a suit and tie." With a glittering smile, she stepped out of the car, bending down with her arm across the door as she said, "shall I meet you in there when you've found something more suitable?"
With a smug grin, she slammed the door, sashaying her way over to the pub entrance as Gene wound down his window and shouted out at her, "DON'T SLAM MY BLOODY DOOR YOU DAFT TART!"
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Ten minutes later, Gene entered the pub looking distinctly more casual, despite only having discarded blazer and tie, undoing a few buttons and casually un-tucking his shirt. On entry, despite what he might tell Alex later, he was glad for her warning; even in a scruffy shirt and trousers he stood out like a sore thumb; the workers had trawled in on their lunch hour, sporting torn jeans, muddy t-shirts, and scuffed boots, completely opposing the leather of his shoes and the freshly laundered clothes he wore. Gene's eyes scanned the room quickly as he walked in, finding Alex sat at the bar alongside a young, handsome, if somewhat messy looking man with brown hair and eyes. Alex was already leant over a glass of wine, smiling winningly and leaning her head casually on one hand, whilst her companion looked her over in a way that said, quite plainly, that Christmas had come early.
Gene didn't even hesitate as he stalked over, sliding his arm around her waist and glaring pointedly at the other man before lowering his mouth to her ear, growling softly, "you're undercover, Bolly... does that involve shackin' up with some scummy tosser?" His fingers tightened on her waist as he spoke, and he didn't even attempt to hide the wave of bitter jealousy as the idea formulated in his brain. Lifting his head, he saw Alex's drinking partner looking from him to her before gulping and vacating the bar stool on which he sat, slipping away to another corner of the pub as Gene cast a quick glance around.
The second he was out of earshot, Alex looked round, a fierce anger in her eyes as she hissed at him, "What the hell are you doing? I was speaking to a potential source of information and you come in throwing your bloody weight around and scare him off!"
Gene glared down at her, clenching his jaw as a punter passed by, then snapping back in a low voice at the first opportunity. "I just saved you from getting felt up by yet another wanker! So why don't you unpick the knickers from your arse and start acting a little more grateful!" His eyes flashed, and Alex continued to glare daggers in his direction, face angry and lips set as she pulled away from Gene's hold, pressing a finger sharply into his chest.
"I can handle myself perfectly well thank you Gene! And I am not going to settle for your petty, teenage delusions of masculinity simply because you got into my knickers! So you stop right now, Hunt, and you let me do my bloody job!" With a final shove, she pushed him away, sliding easily from her barstool and sidling over to her former companions' side, smiling apologetically as she lifted the glass of wine to her lips. Gene watched as the younger man's smile returned and he rubbed Alex's arm gently. Turning around, he leaned heavily on the bar and ordered a whiskey from the timid looking barman, not for a second taking his eyes from Alex as she leant forwards to speak.
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"Sorry about that," Alex said, circling the rim of her glass with her fingernail, "he's my part-time stalker." Holding out a hand, she smiled, "I didn't introduce myself before; I'm Alex."
The man smirked, taking her outstretched hand and shaking it lightly, "Barry," he said, smiling warmly. He nodded towards Gene, "Only part-time? Surely a woman like you merits full-time stalking?" He lifted his pint to his lips with dancing eyes and Alex laughed, sipping her own drink slightly before she replied.
"I'm second to the day-job; thankfully he only decides to chase me on his lunch break and evenings."
Barry grinned, looking over to Gene again with a smirk on his lips as he spoke, "you should get the police onto him... nice girl like you? They'll be falling over themselves to help." He winked, taking a large gulp of his drink as he did so. Alex, meanwhile, had to hide a smile behind her hand; if only he knew.
"Oh I don't think he's serious," Alex smiled, "he'll give up when he realizes I'm not interested."
Barry nodded, looking at her carefully as he deliberated what to say next. When eventually his voice returned, it was almost suspicious. "So how come I haven't seen you in 'ere before? We're pretty tight knit in this place; don't really get newbies... you been going someplace else for years?"
"Oh, I've just moved down from Manchester..." Alex said, quickly griping in her mind and selecting the first place she could think of, "wanted a change of scenery."
"No accent though?" Barry asked. "You talk pretty proper for a Manc bird."
Alex smiled, "my parents went to Oxbridge; if I were to speak like a 'Manc bird' as you put it, they'd have my head on a silver platter..." only afterwards did she note the slight set of Barry's mouth at the mention of her parents good education, and decided to change tact. "Besides," she said, "I grew up here... I went up to Manchester for about twelve years on work and ended up getting bored... So I came home." She smiled, placing her hand lightly over Barry's as she went on. "Do you think I'd be welcome here for a while, until I settle in again, that is? Only I don't really feel like I know this city anymore..."
Barry grinned, leaning forwards as he twisted his hand to run his thumb tenderly over her wrist, "come back at eight and I'll introduce you to some of the lads... you'll fit right in." Without hesitating he leant forward and kissed her cheek, grinning at her flustered expression before downing his pint. "Right, back to work for me," he flashed a lazy smile and left, with Gene's eyes following him until he had disappeared out of the heavy oak door.
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Alex looked at him meaningfully on her way out, and Gene followed almost immediately, pausing only to throw the last dregs of whiskey down his throat. When he walked outside, she was leaning on the Quattro part way down the street, looking across at him impatiently. Once he was a few metres away from her she nodded towards the next turning, pushing off the car and swaying her hips as she walked across ahead of him. Gene followed, teeth gritted and hands deep in his pockets as he prepared himself for an onslaught of anger and feministic bollucks about being able to fight her own corner... Instead, the second he joined her she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down for a fierce kiss, Gene's face the picture of surprise, eyes wide with shock as she forcefully pushed her tongue into his mouth. After a moment of standing stock still and surprised, his hands were on her waist, eyes closing as he backed her up against the brick wall and tangled their tongues together, breath catching as she responded with a soft moan. A few minutes of heated kissing later, during which his hand slipped up over her blouse to cup her breast, he pulled away, eyes dark.
"Not angry with me anymore then?" He growled, giving her breast a slight squeeze and feeling her shiver in reply.
"No..." she said softly, "not angry... but you were overly jealous..."
Gene pressed harder against her, nipping her ear before answering, "Wasn't jealous..." he growled, "just ain't gonna let some poofter wander up to you and start buying you drinks left right and centre." He cupped her face, breath hot on her face as he growled, "I know what's going through his mind when he looks at you and I don't like it; so if I want to rip his neck off his shoulders, I will!"
Alex sighed, pushing him lightly off her. "He can think whatever he likes, Gene... but you have to trust me not to let him act on it... I can look after myself; I'm not a DI for nothing."
Gene ground his teeth, clearly thinking otherwise, but resisted retorting, instead changing tact as he lit a cigarette, staring at her. "D'you learn anything?"
She hesitated, and then nodded. "I've been welcomed back at eight o'clock, and I'm getting introduced to everyone..." she smirked slightly as she added, "and he thinks you're my stalker."
Gene glowered at her, lowering his cigarette as his eyes asked silent questions. Alex grinned. "Well, after I had to get angry at you, it was the first plausible explanation for you being there that didn't involve you being my boss..."
"So you told him I'm a stalker?" Gene asked in disbelief.
Alex laughed, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and smiling up at him. "Would you rather I told him you're a police officer and looking to get in with all of Jeremy McKellen's drinking buddies?"
"Yes," Gene answered immediately, though his mouth turned up in a slight grin. "Come on then," he said, dropping his cigarette end and stamping it out with his heel, "better go and do some real work."
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Hope that was enjoyable!
Big thank you to Feline333 and DI-Bolly-Kegs over on TRA for beta-ing this chapter for me :)
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