I don't own Ashes to Ashes

Big smut warning, just in case :-)

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Despite their best efforts, the team were unsuccessful in procuring anything more than the mysterious 'Jessie's' second name, even with Ray , Chris and Shaz spending the next week's worth of evenings huddled in The Black Bull amongst the locals. As much as they probed the other punters for information, they received nothing of merit; Jeremy McKellen's love life remained a mystery, and the only advancement in their investigation was the accidental obtainment of Jess's second name, stumbled upon in a slurred conversation between Ray and Jess herself, with Shaz's sharp ears tuning in enough to note it down on a beer mat.

The next day, they'd checked the records. Jess Meridan had no previous convictions; There were no driving tickets, no fines, and no record of shoplifting or assault; slutty as she might be, Alex had to admit that there was no reason to believe Jess Meridan had any involvement in the death of Rosa McKellen, and, once again, the trail fell cold. Each morning as she entered CID she would look towards Shaz for news, but each morning she was bitterly disappointed.

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Working as a Police officer had never been boring for Alex; she always found a thrill in the chasing down of criminals, in serving justice out to those who broke the law, and helping those whose lives had been hurt in the process of whatever misdeed had occurred.

These days, it wasn't so much that she was bored, as much as she simply went to work with apathy, knowing that the one case that she wanted to solve, the one case that nagged at her brain almost constantly whilst she sat at her desk, was the one she couldn't solve. The next few weeks past in a flurry of burglaries, thefts and muggings, and though there was plenty to do with her time, it felt wasted and pointless, and whenever she paused for breath, she couldn't help the rise of utter dread in her chest when she considered that Rosa McKellen's killer was still at large, capable of killing again. At those times, Gene became her rock.

He noted the way her face would whiten, how her lips would set in a sad line, how her shoulders would hunch and how her eyes lost their glimmer, and somehow he was there at her side, playfully insulting her until she laughed and slid her arms around him. Gene's newfound presence in her life became its highlight, and when the team drifted across the road to Luigi's after hours, they were fast becoming accustomed to seeing their two senior officers walking close beside one another, heads bent in conversation as though they were plotting some secret operation. In actual fact, most evenings Gene took pleasure in detailing exactly what he planned to do with her, to the point that once they reached the restaurant itself she collapsed into her chair with legs the consistency of jelly, half-quaking as he ordered their meals. It was a sign of how much she had changed in 82 that she allowed him to choose for her; in 2008 she would have considered it offensive if her date ordered her meal without any input from her, but here, with Gene, she simply relented, smiling every time he passed on the offer of garlic bread, explaining that as much as he loved kissing her, he wasn't doing it when she tasted quite so prominently of garlic.

She thought about asking him to return the favour by not smoking before he kissed her, but it remained her guilty secret that she loved the taste of tobacco and whiskey on his tongue, and that actually, the scent on his jacket warmed her heart whenever he was near. She took to picking his shirts up off the floor after hours spent in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heated kisses, slipping them around herself before rejoining him in bed, lifting the shirt cuff to her nose before she drifted off to sleep, enveloped in his arms and his scent.

It didn't escape her notice that when they awoke the next morning, Gene would always treat his own clothes with the utmost respect, sliding the soft cotton from her body with a gentle touch that always had her in shivers; The first few times, she put it down to an early morning calmness, but on the one occasion that she opted to wear knickers to bed, they were torn from her body almost violently, whilst his shirt received the same gentle treatment as before. Much as it should have frustrated her, she found it to be so endearing that, occasionally, she wore knickers just for the purpose of having him rip them off her.

Despite their new relationship, they still fought like cat and dog every day, and though some of those arguments rose from jealousy, it would appear that despite living together and sharing a bed each night, their inability to bear one another's stubborn nature remained as strong as ever. Sometimes, the office disagreements followed them home and they spent evenings angrily pulling each other's arguments to pieces from the confines of the flat, before one of them caved, giving in to the lustful fire burning in their stomachs; to Alex's dismay, she was almost always the first to relent, grabbing Gene fiercely by the shirt and pulling him to her in a kiss that reeked of fury and anger.

On those evenings, they ended up having sex on whichever surface happened to be closest, their union a constant battle for dominance until the very end, when Gene would somehow always manage to twist her into a position of complete vulnerability right before she reached climax. In those moments, when she teetered on the brink of completion, writhing and whimpering beneath him, Gene would stop, refusing to allow her to that final pinnacle until she submitted to him, relinquishing her argument for the sake of orgasm. For the first time, Gene found himself winning arguments against her as it became less a battle of brains and more a battle of sexuality. In the office, she always won, because if he kept arguing with her he knew they'd end up shagging right there- so he relented. But when they came home, it didn't matter; he would argue continuously, knowing that sooner or later she would cave, abandoning her verbal assault and instead moving to continue the same argument through physical means, always determined to dominate, to win this battle of physicality that seemed to rock both their worlds; each time, he revelled in letting her lose.

Gene basked in the broadness of her sexuality, in her willing nature and her seemingly endless sex drive- when they returned home in the evenings, both of them were insatiable, and the sofa, which had remained in near-pristine condition before Gene's arrival, was fast becoming creaky and worn. It became increasingly difficult to resist pulling her into the office during working hours, his mind a tumultuous source of lustful scenarios almost one hundred percent of the time, and when the office was quiet and slow, it seemed unfair that he should sit there with an aching erection between his legs when there was evidently no work to be done. Unfortunately, even when Alex was quivering with lust, she had told him on numerous occasions that they could not afford to give into their burning desires during working hours; if the Super were to walk in, it was impossible to say what he might do.

But Gene was an expert at finding loopholes; it was his job. And so if Alex said he couldn't fuck her at work, then fine... but that didn't mean he had to sit there without any entertainment whatsoever.

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The phone rang in the office, breaking through the languid noise of the office as Alex reached to her right, bringing the phone to her ear and answering as professionally as she could. "DI Drake," she said, still scanning the piece of paperwork before her as she sucked thoughtfully on her biro.

A strange groan came down the line and Alex frowned, "hello?" she said.

"Bols, have I ever told you how bloody sexy your voice is?" Gene's voice reached down the line, throaty and raw, and Alex froze, eyes drifting up to his office and seeing him sat with his legs up on the desk, the phone held to his ear in one hand whilst the other swirled a glass of whiskey between his fingers. One pair of the office shutters were closed, blocking him from view of the rest of the team, who were all huddled around one another and murmuring jokes quietly, but Alex could see him clear as day.

Alex bit her lip thoughtfully, and then drew out a notepad, smirking across at him as she asked, reasonably loudly, "can I ask why you're calling please, Sir?"

There was a small murmur of appreciation down the phone, and Alex could see Gene closing his eyes, reclining even further in his chair. "Like it when you call me that," he told her with a soft groan, "gives me the 'orn."

Alex gulped, but spoke again, still striving to keep her voice level. "I'm afraid you're going to have to tell me the purpose of your call, Sir, or I'll have to ask you to hang up."

"Been thinking about you all mornin'," Gene growled, and Alex saw him shift his hips, parting his legs slightly in the way she knew only too well to mean he was aroused and hard. Her stomach flipped and a wave of lust crashed over her as he went on, "been thinking about last night..."

Alex crossed her legs over one another, swallowing hard before speaking, words tumbling forth without real conscious thought, urging him to continue despite knowing she could do nothing about the liquid desire boiling away within her. "Could you explain the incident in detail please, Sir?" She tapped her pen on her pad as though in expectancy, but in actual fact she was searching for an outlet of desire , watching him carefully.

He was smirking, dropping his legs from the table and placing his whiskey down on the desk. "Which incident? Do you mean the one where I fucked you over the back of the sofa? Or the one where I licked you out and you pretended to read your posh little newspaper?"

Alex's whimper was stifled as she bit her lip, collecting herself briefly before answering, voice tight, "Whichever part will aid us in our enquiry, Sir."

Gene shifted in his chair, undoing his trousers as he spoke, looking up to meet her eyes. "Maybe when you were on your knees with my cock in your mouth..." He grinned, and then closed his eyes, resting his head back as he gripped his hot length in his fist. "Yeah... when you sucked me off and started touching yourself... I liked that, Bolly."

Her centre was throbbing with need, and Alex had to take a large swig of the cold tea on her desk before she dared speak again. "Is that all, Sir?" her voice was weak and quiet as she watched him, seeing his arm moving slightly, a tell-tale sign of just what he was doing to himself, what she longed to be doing to him...

"Do you like it, Bols?" He asked softly, "d'you like me fucking you in the mouth?"

There was a moment's pause where Alex considered how best to reply, before the honest truth tumbled forwards, "Yes," she said quietly, blushing furiously.

"Yes what?" He demanded, his voice gruff.

"Yes, Sir!" She glowered at him through the pane of glass, but his eyes were still closed as he worked himself, speaking in a soft growl that sent shivers of desire down her spine.

"Good girl," Gene groaned, tracing his thumb lightly over his tip as he spoke again. "I like it when you suck me, Bolly... the way you know just where to put your tongue... and that little groan you make when I'm in so deep... bloody gorgeous..." his breathing was slightly ragged, and Alex could see his mouth hanging open, only able to imagine the movements he was making beneath that desk, longing for the rest of CID to disappear so that she didn't have to sit here so conservatively, so that she could join him and let him relieve the ache that was building up between her thighs...

Shifting her chair slightly so that her back was towards the rest of the team, she lightly ran her hand over the denim fabric of her jean-clad thighs, wishing to be free of the hindrance of her clothing so that she could quell the pounding ache in her loins. It was as though his voice were acting as a flame to ignite her whole body, his words embedding themselves in her mind and combining with the explicit memories of the previous evening - being banned from touching him except with her mouth, finding herself burning up with arousal and moving to stem the need herself. She had ended up bringing herself off while Gene erupted into her mouth, and now the desire to cross the space between her desk and his office to provide a repeat performance was overwhelming.

"I want you again, Bolly," he said gruffly. "I'm hard an' I'm horny and you look bloody delicious."

"Thank you, Sir," Alex whispered, needing to hang up to stop the quivering need that pounded through her body. "I think that's enough to be getting on with for-"

"Don't you dare hang up!" He growled. "Are you wet for me?" Gene's voice was demanding and hoarse, and another shiver shot down her spine at his words. She glanced across at the other members of the team, wondering if they had noticed yet that she was flushing as red as a tomato and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane; they were turned away, and she breathed a soft sigh of relief. She searched for a reply to his question that was not so blatant that they would all turn their heads towards her, but eventually, having lost the ability to speak, she gave in, simply looking up to meet his eyes and giving a barely perceptible nod. He smirked.

"D'you want to touch yourself now, Bolly? Are you thinking about it?" She nodded again, her skin flushing pink as arousal took hold and she quivered in excitement, his lustful voice setting her whole body ablaze.

"So am I," he told her softly, stroking himself continually. "Love watching you, Bols... you always look so bloody horny when you fuck yourself; are you horny now?" She had closed her eyes now, and was nodding as his hot voice sent tendrils of delicious heat through her whole body. "Me too," he told her softly, "can you see me, Alex?" The use of her first name was a catalyst in her lust and she had to stifle a sob of strangled desire as she looked at him. "I'm thinking about fucking you – your mouth..." he hissed slightly, eyes closing briefly as he caressed himself, "is it turning you on, Alex? Knowing I'm sat here with my hand around my cock, thinking about you?"

Her strangled whisper of 'yes' sent shivers down his spine, eyes flying open to look at her; she was flushed, a small tendril of hair sticking to her forehead as she fought to gain control of her own body. Gene groaned, watching her mouth form a silent 'o' as she closed her eyes in her struggle. He waited until they opened again before speaking.

"Pick the pen up, Bolly," he said quietly, shifting around more to meet her gaze, eyes blazing vividly with lust and desire. He watched as she followed his instruction, chuckling in amusement as he realized that her whole body was shaking, seeing her drop the pen several times before she had it in a firm grasp. With a smirk, he growled, "Now put it in yer posh tarts gob, and don't say anything!" As she obeyed, slipping the top of the blue biro between her lips, Gene groaned, speeding up his strokes as he worked to relieve the painful erection that called out in desperation for Alex's touch. "Close your eyes, and do exactly what I tell you." His voice was so dominant, so full of lust and desire, that Alex couldn't even bring herself to feel objectified; he wanted her, and her whole body was wracked with need for him, to the point that somehow it felt right, in its own sordid way, to sit here, eyes closed, with a phone pressed tightly to her ear, the rest of her colleagues less than three metres away, and do his bidding.

"Think about last night, Bolly... think about the feel of me inside you... are you doing that?" Alex nodded; she was.

With a smirk, Gene went on, "how'd I taste, Bols? Do I taste good?"

Another nod; Yes.

"You feel good an' all... Love your mouth... love watching' you wrap your gob around me, feelin' you moan on me when you come..." his breathing was ragged, hand pumping faster as he looked at her. The pen was still between her lips, covered by her white-knuckled fist, eyes closed as per his instruction. "Suck the pen," he growled, "Wanna watch you..."

He half expected her to hang up, glower at him and angrily discard the pen in a fit of rage; instead, she conceded, slipping the pen noticeably deeper into her mouth, eyes flying open to watch him, her gaze filled with lust and desire that sent tendrils of heat to his loins, even as he grasped himself harder, hand fluttering up and down his hardness as her cheeks hollowed out, the action of sucking made visible as he had never cared to notice, the filthy depths of his mind replacing the pen with his own length, remembering with a rush of lust the sight of her taking him deep into her mouth, flicking out to caress the underside with her wet, talented tongue...

"I'm gunna come, Bolly," he growled, meeting her eyes and seeing her remove the pen from her mouth, tongue darting out to flit across her lips, teasingly slipping one finger into her mouth and waggling her eyebrows daringly at him, "fuck... yes... so... bloody hell... fuck..."A groan left his throat, head lolling back on his chair as he brought himself to a crashing climax, releasing into his own hand, sweat coating his brow as his whole body went rigid with the force of his pleasure.

Alex watched from her own chair, her whole body already shaking and aflame before she saw his head snap back, saw his back go rigid and his hips rise slightly from the chair, hearing the ragged growl torn from his throat as the orgasm ripped through his whole body. She was transfixed, biting down so hard on her lip that it bled, her own haunches shaking violently as, unbidden, the desire and lust culminated in her own release, biting her lip ever harder as she fought to keep her voice in check, to stop a wild shriek of pleasure tearing from her throat. Her breathing was ragged, her chest was heaving, and she could hear the soft, smug chuckle that echoed from Gene's chest, even as he fought for air himself. She fell back in her chair, glancing across to the others; somehow, they remained oblivious to her, absorbed in whatever obscene conversation they were entertaining themselves with. Alex breathed a sigh of relief, glancing across at Gene, who was still sat with his head back, hand in his lap, looking thoroughly rumpled and shaggable. She gulped, just as Gene spoke again.

"Get in here and clean up the mess I just made, Bollyknickers; I can't touch anything at the moment."

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Alex stood up two minutes later, her lip bleeding profusely as she stumbled towards Gene's office on shaking legs. Shaz saw her, standing up and rushing towards her with a worried expression on her face. "You're bleeding Ma'am! Are you alright? You look awful flushed!"

Alex nodded weakly, absently touching her bleeding lip with shaking fingers. "I'm fine, Shaz... fine." Shaz sloped off to the other side of the office, rejoining the rest of the team at her dismissal. Without another word, Alex opened Gene's door, slipping inside and taking in the sight of him, his eyes still closed even as the door clicked shut and she closed the other pair of shutters. Her whole body was aflame, every limb shaking as she walked towards him. His eyes opened as she stopped in front of him, taking the sight of her in through blurry eyes. He stared, then blinked in disbelief, taking in the small droplet of blood on her chin, reaching out his clean hand to tug her into his lap, instantly bringing his mouth to the slightly bloodied lip, licking and sucking lightly, his sullied hand held awkwardly away from her as the other cupped the back of her head, twining fingers into her hair.

"Bloody hell, Bols, did you suck on a knife?" His voice was gentle and teasing as he pulled back, kissing her gently on the forehead as he shifted his body slightly, reclining them both in his chair as she curled into his chest. A few moments later Alex reached out for his awkwardly outstretched hand, bringing it tenderly to her lips and taking each finger into her mouth in turn. Gene groaned, feeling the first stirrings of desire in his groin and letting out a soft whimper as her tongue trailed over his palm, her eyes closed in rapture as he watched her, transfixed.

"When I said cleaning Bols, I meant with a tissue..." He trailed off as she pulled her mouth away, twining their fingers together intimately as she rested her head on his shoulder, lip throbbing painfully. They were silent for a few moments before he spoke again, "still taste good?" his voice was playful as he loosened his hold on her hand, trailing his fingers up over her legs as his eyes danced, watching as Alex's face contorted with amusement.

"Yes, Gene," she smiled, " you still taste good," she pressed her lips lightly to his neck, careful of her split lip as she flicked teasingly out at the hollow of his neck, pressing herself closer to him as his hands slid to her arse.

"Can't believe you came in front of Ray and Chris..." he murmured, "You dirty cow..."

Alex said nothing, simply closing her eyes and nuzzling his neck lightly, "Your dirty cow," she corrected softly.

His hold on her tightened, pulling her closer to his chest, "yeah..." he murmured, pressing his lips into her forehead, "mine."

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Hours later, Alex was indulging herself with a bubble bath, her head resting comfortably on the tub as her right arm draped over the side, dripping water onto the towel she had carefully laid on the floor before climbing in. The door opened slowly, and she lifted one eyelid to see Gene entering, a large glass of whiskey in his hand, which he set lightly on the shelf, approaching her almost carefully before kneeling at her side. "Come to bed, Bolly," he murmured, reaching out to trace the bare skin of her hips with tender fingers.

Alex smiled, lifting one hand to his cheek. "I'll be in soon... I just have to relax for a bit before you repeat last night's performance." Her eyes were laughing and he half-smiled, cupping her hand with his, holding it to his face briefly before turning his face to kiss her wrist.

"You're all wet," he murmured quietly.

"Yes," she said, caressing her thumb down the side of his face before murmuring, "but the tub probably isn't big enough for us both." She winked at him, running a finger lightly across his lips.

He grinned, rolling his eyes before shifting his body around and sitting down on the towel, pulling her hand down across his chest, holding it lightly in his own, deep in thought for a long while. "Probably a good thing," he conceded eventually, "I'm gunna lose me knackers the rate you're going."

"Well, we can't be having that," Alex teased, slipping her hand under his shirt and sighing contentedly at the feel of his soft skin, the reassuring pound of his heartbeat. "I do like living with you, Gene," she murmured softly, tilting her head slightly to look at him, taking in his profile, watching as his lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. She felt a small rush of warmth in her chest, watching him twist his head lightly round to meet her gaze. His blue eyes were gentle and unguarded, showing that same sense of contentment reflecting back at her plainly and openly.

"Yeah," he murmured, stroking her arm absently. "I like it an' all, Bols..."

She smiled, tracing patterns in his chest as she spoke, almost teasingly, "and I don't mind you, of course..."

Gene smirked. "Not just in it for the mind-blowing shags then?"

Alex knelt up, sitting behind him and slipping her other arm around his chest, nuzzling his neck. Gene grinned as she spoke softly against his skin. "Mmm... well... they were a very important factor in my assessment of your compatibility... crucial, in fact..." She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder, ignoring the fact her wet limbs were causing his shirt to stick to his body as she went on. "But you passed that particular test with flying colours!"

Smiling, he twisted his head to hers, lightly resting his forehead on her cheek as he looked at her with soft eyes. "Yeah... always was a corker in that department, Bolly..." His gaze fell on her lip, slightly swollen and scabbing, and he grimaced. "How's the gob?"

She snorted at his bluntness, answering honestly, "Tender." She slid back into the bath as he stood up, peeling off his shirt and tossing it in the laundry basket before perching himself on the edge of the bathtub, his fingers stroking her hair whilst he eyed her breasts appreciatively as they rose and fell, resting just above the line of water, completely open to his lusty gaze... He looked at her face again, seeing her closed eyes and noting with a grimace the way her lip shone like a vivid red beacon against the pallor of her skin. He gently traced the tip of his index finger across the red mark, a mixture of violent guilt and passionate ownership rising in his chest and wrapping him in a brief cocoon of confusion. It was only when she jerked her head slightly away from his finger tip that he realized the pain she was in.

"Sorry," he said softly, fingers trailing lightly down over her neck and collarbone. "Got carried away with the whole phone call thing and... well... I wasn't expecting you to come, if I'm being honest."

Alex smiled, turning her head to his lap and pressing a soft kiss to his trouser-clad thigh. "You underestimate me, Gene," she teased. "I'm filthy."

"Mmm..." he said, allowing a murmur of assent to leave his throat before leaning forwards to gently brush the top of her head with his lips. "Good thing you're having a bath then, Fizzy-knickers."

"Absolutely," she murmured. "Though I have to admit to being knicker-free at this particular moment in time..."

Gene groaned, spare hand clenching down on his thigh, knuckles whitening. "I was just about managing to ignore that, Bols," he told her quietly, lifting his arm away and standing up awkwardly as he attempted to disguise the bulge in his trousers. "Finish yer bath, love," he dropped another kiss to her forehead, moving to pull back when Alex grasped his wrist, tugging lightly.

"You could always get in with me," she said, smiling up at him.

He frowned, "thought it weren't big enough."

Alex laughed. "It's not big enough for you to shag me, Gene, but it's big enough for a chat and a cuddle."

His eyebrows flew up into his hairline. "A cuddle?"

"Yes, Gene. You know, where two people have their arms around each other for a long period of time in a comfortable position and-" Her voice was teasing, that now familiar sense of patronisation bringing a warmth to his chest that he had to push aside in order to keep his facial expression in check.

"The Gene Genie doesn't cuddle," he said with distaste.

Alex snorted, raising her own eyebrow in disbelief. "I'd have to say I don't completely agree with that statement," she said, laughing at his moody pout as he looked at the wall. She knelt up again, tugging lightly at his belt and unfastening his button and zip, smirking when he looked down at her with heated eyes. "Come and cuddle with me Gene," she murmured, pulling trousers and boxers down to reveal his erection. She pressed her lips lightly to his wet tip, inhaling sharply as her lip began to sting viciously. Instantly, Gene pulled her away, ignoring his own arousal as he tilted her head up to look at him.

"You're gunna 'urt yerself doing things like that one of these days, you know," his voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of concern that made her smile inwardly, tugging lightly on his hand.

"Sit with me," she said softly.

Gene looked at her for several moments, then sighed, relenting as he kicked his trousers and boxers off, removing his socks before stepping into the bath behind her, sitting down and allowing her to lay between his legs, her head resting back on his chest as she sighed contentedly. "You're comfortable," she told him, smiling to herself as she felt him chuckle, arms slipping around her waist, one hand covering her breast, kneading gently as he replied.

"You're bloody gorgeous." His lips brushed over her shoulder and up the side of her neck, savouring the soft murmur of pleasure that left Alex's lips as he trailed his hand down to her thigh.

She leant into him, eyes closed. "You've ruined me for other men, Gene," she told him softly, hand covering his on her thigh, twisting their fingers around one another.

For a moment, Gene was silent, the force of her statement hitting her like a ten tonne brick; he'd warned her he would ruin her before any of this happened... and yet there was no bitterness in her voice, no resentment... For the first time, he was able to push his doubts about his ability to maintain a relationship aside, happy in the knowledge that she was content to be with him, that she didn't regret him... "Told you I would," he said softly, voice tentative as he kissed her neck lightly. "But I don't want you to have other men..."

Alex turned her head to look at him, seeing the openness he reserved only for her, showing the vulnerability, the depth of feeling that he tried to hide... His statement might have sounded possessive to an outsider, but she knew to take it for what it really was – his silent confession that they were together, that he wanted to be the sole man in her life. His confession about his father's cruelty remained the only time she heard such depth of honesty when they were clothed, and she understood now that it had been a one-off, a heart wrenching experience that had left him confused and hurt. Only when they were naked, now, laid bare to one another's eyes and bodies, would he allow her this insight into his heart and mind; each time, his honesty warmed her heart, and in these rare moments of clarity she wondered whether there had ever been a world without Gene Hunt. He consumed her completely, and her statement had been completely true; no other man could ever compare, and in that sense, he had ruined her.

"I only want you, Gene," she whispered in a small voice, "you know that..." Gene nodded slowly.

"Yeah, Bolly... I know." He removed his hand from the crease of her thigh, cupping her face in his grasp as he murmured, "Only want you, too..." he pressed his lips to her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, her jaw, avoiding the cut on her lips as he paid silent reverence to each contour, each ridge and fleck of colour in her cheeks.

"Gene," she whispered, "kiss me..."

He shook his head, not lifting his lips from her skin as he murmured, "No... Don't wanna hurt you... Let me do this, Bolly... I'll be good..." His hand remained beneath her chin whilst the other released her breast, sliding down to the heat between her legs, slipping into her quickly and easily, causing her to moan softly in his ear as he continued, slipping a third finger into her, filling her up and making her press up into his hands.

"Oh god..." she murmured, "mmm... you're always good, Gene..."

He kissed her softly on the neck, gently pulling her head aside to provide better access, hearing her whimper as his teeth nipped across her flesh. "Should go to bed..." he murmured quietly, rubbing the heel of his hand into her clit and making no move to leave. Alex moaned, rolling her hips, inadvertently brushing his erection, causing a hiss to pass between his lips, biting slightly harder on her shoulder as he pressed himself into her spine. "Bed," he said again, with slightly more conviction. Alex shook her head.

"No," she whispered, "here."

"Not big enough," he grunted, fingers still thrusting into her with speed.

"Yes it is... we'll make it big enough..." She let out a small whimper as he thrust again, her body going rigid as his hand repeatedly ground against her clitoris, hips thrashing in the water and causing half of the baths contents to slosh over the sides. Gene couldn't help the snort of amusement that rose in his throat as it sloshed onto the towel she had carefully laid out, saturating it completely and splashing onto the linoleum covered floor.

When her hips had stilled, Alex twisted around, dislodging Gene's hand as she knelt between his legs, chest-to-chest as she ran her hands lightly down his arms and up his torso, mouth an inch from his as she attempted to tease him into kissing her, desperate for the feel of his tongue on hers. He didn't relent, instead slipping his arms behind her knees, her shriek filling his ears as he lifted her up, her hands grasping at his shoulders for support as he lowered her to straddle him, one leg either side of his hips as he smirked up at her, rubbing his hips against her suggestively.

"Well, Bols?" He growled, "You wanted it in the tub- so show me." He trailed his gaze up over her bare body, taking in her full breasts, the wet hair plastered to her head, skin flushed pink in the aftermath of her orgasm... he felt himself twitch, pressing harder against her, eyes darkening. "I want you."

The simple statement was enough, and Alex lowered herself onto him, gasping as he entered, stretching her wonderfully as she threw her head back, a soft groan of lust bursting from her throat as she took him in as deep as she could before rising up again, grasping his knees as she leant backwards. Gene's mouth fell to her breasts and neck as he thrust up into her, grunting his pleasure as her heat clenched around him, mouth latching onto her nipple as she continued to ride him. He met each thrust with his own, hitting deep within her body every time, the water sloshing around their conjoined bodies, unnoticed by either of them as they lost themselves in the heated embrace, buried in one another.

His hands found her breast and arse, squeezing and caressing as she continued above him, whimpering and gasping with every move, his length slipping in and out of her at increasing speed, obscenities slipping from her lips as she grasped his thighs hard enough to bruise, nails digging into tender flesh and heightening the sensation of their union as she let out a wanton moan. "Oh God... Gene... Gene, I'm nearly there... nearly done... shit... oh God... GENE!" His name left her lips in a shriek of pleasure as he bit down on her breast, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to send her over the edge as his fingers brushed lightly against her clit. She slammed herself down onto him, head thrown back in bliss, eyes closed as her whole being zoomed in on the sensation of him inside her, splitting her deliciously in two, pulsing inside her... She convulsed against him unconsciously as she came, feeling his hold on her tighten, feeling him stiffen within her before suckling hard on her breast, his growl of pleasure stifled against her chest as he burst inside her like a dam, emptying his load and feeling the blissful haze that always came after sex with Alex, the content feeling of completion that said he was exactly where he needed to be.

They fell back against the sides of the bathtub, sated and quivering in pleasure, Alex's face pressing lightly into his neck whilst Gene breathed in the scent of her recently shampooed hair, smiling to himself as he muttered, "your bathtubs my new favourite place to be Bolly..." he shifted slightly, thinking long and hard before adding thoughtfully, "except between yer legs..."

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Thanks again to Feline333 my lovely beta!

And to all the ladies at the Pit, I hope you found it adequate :-)

Mage of the Heart