I don't own Ashes to Ashes
Erm... yeah... smut-warning hehe
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When Gene awoke the next morning, he didn't move, simply lying still with Alex's face pressed into his neck as her breath tickled over his bare skin. Part of him wished to wake her, to kiss her into consciousness and roll her gently onto her back, but the other part of him, the part that won out on this rare occasion of emotion ousting desire, was content to lie here, watching her sleep.
Her mouth was slightly open, small breathy noises leaving her throat with every rise and fall of her chest, and her neck was bare to him, the soft flesh open to his admiration in this moment as her hair fell onto the pillow behind her. A small smile tugged at his lips as her reached out a gentle finger, tracing downwards across her pulse, following the line of her shoulder before running softly down the length of her arm. Her skin was warm, silky beneath the roughened texture of his fingers, a perfect contradiction that made his heart skip a beat. His other arm was round her waist, hand resting possessively on the top of her thigh, fingers tenderly stroking the soft skin as his eyes rested on her sleeping form. Their bodies were aligned, one of her legs draped over his, her ankle hooked around his own in a silent declaration of ownership, and the only thought in his mind was how good she felt, how well she fit against his body...
Her hair tickled his face as he twisted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, momentarily stunned at his good fortune, at the realization that he was in fact going to be living with her, spending every moment of spare time in her presence... And while the thought should have terrified him and made him run for the hills, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was how it was meant to be, that they were where they both belonged; together.
Gene was struck again by the soft beauty of Alex's face, by the way her curls loosened slightly in sleep and stuck out in slight peaks, and the way she pressed her nose into his skin so that it squished slightly to the side. He brought his hand to her cheek, adoring the way her eyelids fluttered as she flitted into consciousness, smiling as her tongue peeked out from her lips to wet the slightly chapped skin.
"Stop watching me sleep," she murmured, burying her face further into his neck and breathing heavily. Gene blinked, momentarily embarrassed to have been caught so transfixed, before smiling again, pulling gently away from her, hand still cupped against her cheek. Alex moved to follow his neck, groaning at the loss of skin and searching for it once more, eyes still closed, but Gene held her head softly, eyes warm as he looked at her, his stomach churning delightedly as she groaned and made a face of distaste, keeping her eyes closed all the while.
Bringing his face within an inch of hers, Gene whispered quietly to her, his breath warm on her face. "Open your eyes, Alex," he murmured, tenderly tracing his thumb across her lower lip. She murmured something incongruent, before he repeated, in the same soft voice that set her belly quivering with warmth, "open your eyes..."
She did. Gene smiled, lip twitching up as he took in the red puffiness of her eyes, the slightly bloodshot tint that said she was nowhere near awake, and the lazy way in which her lids fluttered open. He felt a soft growl of possession rise in his throat, an unwarranted need to claim her as his own, to show every man alive that she was his... And beneath it, there lay also a warm current of delight that shot through to his very bones as he leant forwards, mouth a bare centimetre from hers as he whispered, "you're gorgeous," pressing their lips together in a soft caress, taking her mouth tenderly with his own as his tongue requested entry, his head tilting to the side as he moved to deepen his exploration. Alex reciprocated, the kiss gentle and loving, and when they drew apart her eyes fluttered open hazily once more, meeting his blue ones as he glanced slowly at her lips, then back at her eyes again.
"Say you'll live with me again, Alex," he said quietly, eyes soft as he spoke.
Alex nodded, slipping her hand to the back of his head and pulling his lips to hers in a chaste caress before whispering, "I'll live with you, Gene..."
He smiled, returning to her mouth with a soft murmur of "good."
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Alex pleasantly surprised Gene by digging out the previous morning's newspaper and opening to the real estate section, just as they settled down for breakfast with two steaming mugs of coffee set on the table before them. She slipped into his lap, one arm around his shoulder, just as his own arm slid around her waist, pulling her gently closer as he lightly pressed a kiss to her neck. He let a brief smile touch his lips as the scent of his own shirt mingled with the gentle hint of perfume that had not completely abated from the night before, then looked up to her face.
"What do we want?" Alex asked after a few moments staring at the page in bemusement. Gene smirked, shrugging half-heartedly before replying.
"Dunno."
"House or flat?"
Another shrug. "Don't care, as long as you're in it." He gently nibbled at her chin, sighing contentedly as Alex twisted around, stealing a brief kiss before she pulled away.
"How many bedrooms?" Alex asked, hands resting on his shoulders.
"'Least two," Gene answered straight away, pulling her closer. Alex frowned, but didn't question him.
"Bathrooms?"
He grinned, "I'll share if the need arises; can cope with one."
"But you'd prefer two?"
Gene shrugged, "upstairs, downstairs... it's an extra room for me to shag you in, Alex." His eyes danced wickedly as she sighed, turning to the paper.
"So we want a house," she concluded, running her fingers down the page. She frowned briefly, "Gene, how much can we afford to spend?"
He snorted, "Like I bloody know. Just find a house, Alex; if you want it, you can have it, even if I have to sell me own bollucks."
Alex blinked, turning to him with a strange expression on her face, "you know, you're bordering on romantic with that comment."
"I'd hardly say skewering me knackers was 'romantic'!" His face was riddled with disdain at the thought and Alex laughed, leaning forwards to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Oh I don't know," Alex smiled, tucking herself into his arms, head resting on his shoulder, "there's a lot to be said for owning your testes..."
Gene shuddered, cringing visibly, "how is it that you manage to make even me balls sound like a bloody science experiment?"
She shook her head, smiling slightly, "I was just saying that exclusive rights to your manhood shouldn't be shunned – I'd pay good money for such a reward in fact!" Her eyes were full of flirtation, and Gene could feel himself twitching into arousal.
"How much money?" He queried, nipping lightly at her ear lobe.
"Oh, hundreds..."
"Really?"
"Mmm...." she turned her head slightly, giving Gene greater access as his mouth slid down her neck, hand slipping beneath the low-buttoned shirt and cupping her breast, rolling the hardening nipple in his rough fingers. "Mmm... I might even pay thousands if you keep doing that..."
Gene smirked, "you like it?"
Alex nodded, "yes. You know I do..." He pulled his hand away, grinning wickedly.
"Find us a house, Alex; we'll never pick one if I keep shagging you senseless." He kissed her cheek, lightly lifting her into the neighbouring seat before standing, resting his arms on the wooden back of her chair, leaning over her shoulder and pointing at an advert. "What about that one?"
"Five bedrooms, a kitchen, an upstairs living room and three bathrooms?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Are you living in cloud cuckoo land, Gene? How could we afford that? And why on earth would we need five bedrooms?"
Gene shrugged, resting his head lightly on her shoulder and nuzzling her hair with his nose. "Dunno... see how many rooms we could do in a night?" he pushed away the momentary pang at the real reason for having such a large number of bedrooms, the guilty wish that had been nagging at him for weeks, and pressed his lips to the base of her neck.
Alex grinned, reaching behind her to trail a hand down the back of his leg softly. "It doesn't matter how many rooms we have Gene, we'll still be at it like rabbits."
He smiled, voice sinking to a soft growl as he spoke again, "promise?"
She nodded, "promise."
Gene slid his arm around her, trailing down her stomach as he whispered, "Glad to hear it."
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They settled for three bedrooms in the end, and as Gene phoned prospective agents to arrange meetings, he couldn't keep the satisfied smirk from his face. Alex sat with her feet up at the other end of the sofa, regrettably watching the clock tick towards nine as she rested her head in Gene's lap, listening to his gruff voice as he haggled for an appointment that day, only once glaring at him as he threatened one agent for wasting police time. When he finally hung up at quarter to nine, he'd organised six consecutive appointments and called Viv to inform him they wouldn't be in until later. If he noticed the amused tint to Viv's voice as he acknowledged it, Gene didn't tell Alex.
"Are you sure it's completely ethical to leave work to buy a house?" Alex asked as they slid into the car and headed towards the first property. "Crime doesn't sleep!" Gene simply shrugged.
"Nor does sickness but Doctors do it," having turned around a corner he slipped one hand into hers, eyes still fixed on the road. "Bastard scum can wait for a couple of hours, Alex, and Ray can hold fort for a bit..." With a squeeze of her hand he added, "I wanna live with you- so why wait?"
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The first house had looked pretty in the picture, but the moment they turned into the street, Alex felt her stomach plummet down to her toes. The street was dingy, vandalized, and strewn with litter, and though the house was a semi-attached with garage and garden, they barely spent ten minutes there before they were back in the car, thoroughly convinced that this was not the sort of thing they were looking for.
The second house was better, set in a slightly more civilised street, but though Alex liked it, Gene was apprehensive; there was no garden and only two decently sized bedrooms, and in the end he convinced her that he had caught the teenager next door in a cocaine bust last year, and he didn't fancy being glassed around the head in his sleep- Alex didn't bother to ask why the boy in question wasn't behind bars.
The third was awful, needing severe work indoors to restore two of the bedrooms and the staircase, and Gene's snort of derision was enough of an answer for the estate agent; he waved them off within five minutes.
When they turned into the fourth street, Gene was feeling downcast, but the moment they parked up, Alex's face split into a brilliant smile; the street was happy, welcoming, with several parents sat out on their front lawns playing with their toddlers in the summer heat. The semi-detached house was white, with large bay front windows and a pale wooden door set with frosted glass. As they stepped out of the car and greeted yet another estate agent, this one called Mr Green, Alex reached for Gene's hand, smiling up at him in blissful joy, and he could feel his lip twitch. He squeezed her hand lightly, and then pulled her into the circle of his arm, feeling her slide her now free hand into the back pocket of his jeans, caressing his buttocks with slender fingers. Leaning down as they followed Mr Green in, he growled softly in her ear, feeling his heart pound in anticipation as they stepped over the threshold, "keep doing that – it's good."
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The hall was wide, with shiny wooden floorboards and warm red wallpaper neatly covering the wall, spreading up to the upstairs landing. A faux-chandelier glistened above their heads, sending a warm glow about the room, and Gene let out a low whistle, whilst Alex squealed excitedly. He knew Mr Green was talking to them, telling them about the house, but he wasn't listening as he pulled Alex to the left, twisting the door knob to the living room and letting them in.
It was sparsely furnished, and they knew from Mr Green's helpful addition that they wouldn't be keeping the furnishings were they to move in. The walls were as immaculately decorated as the hall, a combination of pale and dark blues that created a dreamlike feel as Alex sighed softly, pulling away from Gene and moving to stand in front of the bay windows, running her fingers lightly over the white window frame and smiling as though dazed. Gene leant against the door, arms crossed as he watched her, with Mr Green stood just behind and tapping his foot impatiently; Gene couldn't care less. The moment they'd passed through the door he'd thought this was the house for them, and now, stood watching Alex stand in the centre of the room, directly in front of the bay window, shafts of light highlighting her skin and causing her hair to glow almost golden, he knew it without a shadow of a doubt.
When she returned to him, her arms slipping around his waist in a tender embrace as she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, he couldn't have missed the near blissful look on her face, the glimmer of happiness in her eye. "You like it?" Gene asked, stroking her hair.
"I love it," she whispered.
"Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Mr Green asked, his voice tight, as though not used to being ignored. Gene grinned, and turned to follow him through the rest of the house.
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There was a large kitchen, with a square wooden table, a large refrigerator, and pale beech-wood cabinets lining the walls. The downstairs toilet was small but well-kept, whilst the upstairs bathroom was large, with a walk-in shower and a large bathtub –"big enough for two", Gene muttered as they looked at it – as well as an on-the-wall mirror which opened out into a toiletry cabinet.
There were two smaller bedrooms, and even as they entered them, Alex began nattering about transforming one into a study and the other into a guest room. Gene snorted, pulling her away from the lilac coloured room the moment she began talking about throw pillows and writing bureaus.
"You ain't having bloody throw pillows!" He told her with a growl, steering her into the master bedroom and silencing her protests by lightly pressing his mouth to hers, just as Mr Green showed them in.
It was spacious, with a large wardrobe situated directly in the centre, a chest of drawers on either side. The space for the bed was empty, but Gene could practically see the cogs whirring in Alex's head as she envisioned it before them. There was a large window across the room, and Gene let her lead him gently towards it, looking out to the small garden at the back of the house, which was pre-empted by a small patio, which currently played house to rusting garden furniture that looked like it might break at a single touch. Alex was grinning from ear to ear, wrapping her hands around his bicep and resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sold, Gene," she whispered, smiling up at him with glistening eyes.
He pulled her into his arms, hiding his own smile as he lifted her up and growled in her ear; "To who? I'll kill the bastard!"
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They didn't bother with the fourth and fifth houses; they wanted it. Two weeks later, once the contract had been drawn up and checked over by a lawyer, they signed for the house, Gene placing a sizeable deposit on their new home, ignoring Alex's constant stream of questions as to whether or not they could afford it and signing the contract before she could argue her point.
"You can move in a few weeks," Mr Green said, shaking both of their hands, "we're touching up the plumbing at the moment, but once it's done, the place is yours."
He could practically feel Alex's excitement as they left, and the moment they reached the car she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and taking his lips in a smouldering kiss, pressing her body so close to his that they were practically melded together. The second they parted she met his eyes, her own hazel orbs filled with joy and excitement that glistened in the afternoon sun. "Thank you," she whispered softly. Gene nodded slowly, pulling her mouth to his again before replying.
"You can thank me properly later," he murmured, "we best get back to work."
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After hours, sat in the corner of Luigi's with a bottle of house red on the table between them, Alex reached across to hold Gene's hand on top of the wooden surface. He squeezed gently, feeling his hands clam up slightly as he sought her reassurance, waited for the inevitable outbreak of shock from the rest of the team; it didn't come. Half an hour later, and nobody had so much as glanced over at them, nobody had noticed Alex's leg tangled around his, nor that they were leaning in to speak to one another as though whispering secrets, hands still clasped together, with Gene's thumb teasing across the back of her hand. In fact, it wasn't until Alex was eating her pudding that anyone noticed anything at all out of the ordinary, but the moment was witnessed by nearly everyone once Chris had jabbed both Shaz and Ray in the ribs to watch.
She'd opted for cheesecake – her favourite-, and Luigi had surpassed himself, the creamy topping causing her mouth to water with every morsel. In her delight, she had skimmed the top of the pudding with her finger, forming a large lump on the very tip, and holding it out to Gene. He hadn't even hesitated, catching Alex's wrist in his left hand and pulling it closer to his mouth, eyes not leaving hers as he closed his lips around her digit, sucking and licking at it with deliberate tenderness. It was only when Chris let out a loud exclamation of 'why's the Guv licking DI Drake's fingers?' that Gene drew his mouth away, swiping his tongue discreetly along her skin as he did so.
"Your place or mine?" Gene asked, mouth twitching, loud enough for the others to hear. Alex grinned.
"Oh, I think mine – it's more convenient!" She stood up, still holding his hand and looking thoughtfully at her barely-touched cheesecake. As though reading her mind, Gene tugged on her hand, pulling her closer so that he could growl lightly and suggestively in her ear.
"Bring it with you!"
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When they stumbled into the flat five minutes later, they were both laughing, the bowl of cheesecake held loosely in Alex's hand as they fell onto the sofa, giggling like teenagers as Alex curled into his shoulder, her laugh infectious, causing Gene's face to split, even as she lifted her fingers to his mouth again, once more covered in the cream-cheese topping. Even as he licked them clean, neither of them could stop laughing, and eventually he pulled the bowl from her grasp, sliding it onto the coffee table before drawing her up to lie on top of him, capturing her mouth to try and stave off the giggles rising in her throat; he failed.
It was only after several attempts of tangling his tongue with hers that she finally stopped laughing and responded, her amusement turning to a moan of desire as the kiss deepened, his hand holding the back of her head, bringing her as close as possible. Her hands slid down his chest, grasping handfuls of shirt as she responded to his attentions with fervour. When his hand slid beneath her top, caressing the bare skin of her back, however, she pulled her mouth away, grinning at the confused frown that settled onto Gene's face.
"Let's play a game," she whispered seductively before he could protest, nipping lightly on his lower lip.
Gene looked at her suspiciously, "what kind of game?"
Eyes dancing, Alex pulled back, sitting on her heels as she spoke. "For every question you answer, I'll take off one item of clothing... and vice versa." Gene shifted his hips slightly, the bulge in his trousers painfully prominent, though he remained intrigued as she tossed her boots aside and ran her foot over his thigh suggestively. "Are you game, Gene?"
He nodded, sitting up slightly and draping one arm over the back of the sofa. "Yeah... I'm game."
Alex smiled, resting her foot just to the left of the large lump in his trousers. "Alright then, Gene," she said, flexing her toes and watching with delight as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Tell me, what's your favourite ever position, with anyone?"
Gene scowled at her. "'ey? I thought it was gunna be a 'what's yer favourite colour' type of game?"
Smiling sweetly as she shook her head, Alex replied, "Answer the question, Gene."
He heaved a deep breath, and then sighed dejectedly, "doggy, I s'pose... But with you I'll do just about anything." His eyes danced, and he looked lustily at her shirt, watching, first in anticipation, then in horror, as she slid her hands teasingly down her chest and legs, rubbing over her ankle before pulling off one single sock and tossing it aside, resting her head back on the sofa and grinning at him. "My turn, Gene – what are you going to ask me?"
He looked down at her bare foot, grinding his jaw in frustration. "I told you my favourite shag in return for a sock?"
Alex nodded, still smirking wickedly. "My turn," she repeated, returning her foot to his thigh and tracing her toes lightly over him.
Gene looked her over in assessment, shifting again, before a small grin tugged at his lips. "Your first time – where was it and who with?"
Alex rolled her eyes, "I should've guessed – what is it with men and knowing who 'got in' first?"
"Answer the question, Alex," he said hotly, eyes dark as he watched her, enjoying the sight of her spread so comfortably out on the sofa, her legs stretching out endlessly, her breasts pointing upwards as she resting back on the sofa. His hand caught her foot, eyes never leaving her as she spoke, her head resting back on the cushions.
"His name was Matthew Hopkins... we were in his bedroom - I was seventeen." She smiled slightly, raising her gaze to Gene's just as his eyes darkened even more, a growl rising in his throat.
"Was he good?"
Alex smirked, "not your turn anymore – clothes off, Mr Hunt." Gene glowered, and then reached for his belt, tossing it aside and sitting back in his chair as Alex spoke again. "Belt isn't a piece of clothing, Gene."
"It's all you're getting!" He answered stubbornly, gently kneading her foot. "Next question, Alex?"
She grinned, sliding into his lap and trailing her fingers down his chest. "Before me, where was the filthiest place you had sex?"
Gene grinned, laughing softly. "Her parents' bedroom closet," he said straight away, smirking to himself and looking extremely proud.
Alex frowned, "that's not filthy, Gene – in fact, it's pretty tame when you-"
"Her parents were in the bed two metres away..." At her look of disgust, he shrugged, grinning smugly, "we'd been in there a while, Bolly- she couldn't keep her hands off me."
Alex cringed, "that's revolting!" she said, pulling her other sock off as she shook her head.
"Same question," Gene said, tugging her closer and trailing his fingers up her torso, cupping her breast lightly. "Filthiest place, Alex?"
She shifted, tilting her head back as his mouth pressed soft kisses to the warm flesh of her neck. "The men's toilets at a rock concert... with one of the bouncers."
Gene snorted, "Dirty bitch!"
"Well, at least his parents weren't in the room!" Alex snapped defensively, while Gene laughed.
"No, just a bunch of perverts havin' a piss and a wank," his teeth grazed her neck as he sat back, lifting a leg up and reaching around her to remove a snakeskin shoe, which he dropped onto the floor with a loud 'thud'. Alex smiled, pulling back to press her lips to his temple, then leaning to whisper in his ear.
"What's your filthiest, kinkiest, dirtiest fantasy?" Her voice was sultry and heated, but Gene was hesitant, pulling away slightly, until she whispered softly, "tell me, Gene... I want to know."He felt the blood pound to his groin and pulled her quickly closer as he bit at her neck, hand tightening on her breast as she shifted, straddling him.
"You," he growled, pressing his hips up into hers, "dressed up in that prozzie outfit, with yer hands cuffed behind your back, bent over my car-" a soft groan escaped his lips as she ground down onto him, her hands entangling with his and holding them at her sides as she caught his lips, whispering against them.
"Tell me more," she whispered, sucking lightly at his tongue, lightly trailing her teeth over it and sending shivers down his spine.
Gene groaned, clenching his hands around hers tightly as he went on, eyes closed, hips grinding up to meet hers. "You're wet," he growls, "and you beg me..."
"Do you want me?" She whispered, feeling her arousal peaking, the heat between her legs nearly blazing.
A small whimper escaped Gene's throat as he thrust up against her, seeking the friction of her clothing as he gasped, "will you take more clothes off if I answer that?"
"Yes..." Alex breathed, tasting his lips with her tongue as she whispered yet again, "do you want me?"
His mouth fell to her neck and the v of her blouse, murmuring against her skin, breath hot as she continued to move against him. "Always want you... never stop... can't get enough..." His fingers came to her blouse, tearing it carelessly so that buttons popped in all directions. "Off," he grunted, throwing it away and snapping her bra open, lifting it from her arms before pressing her down into the sofa, mouth on her nipple, his voice muffled. "Who made you come first, Alex?"
She gasped, guiding his hand to her other breast and whimpering, "Me... myself... me..."
He groaned, unbuttoning his shirt only slightly before lifting it over his head, throwing it to the floor and pressing his bare chest to hers. "You're filthy," he whispered, kissing her fiercely, rolling her nipples in his fingers.
Alex moaned, arms round his back, biting at his lip before speaking again, breath heavy and laboured, "have you ever thought about someone else, Gene? When you're inside me- have you wished I was someone else?"
He shook his head, hands fumbling at her jeans as he grunted his reply, "Don't want anyone else... not the same... they're not you..." He lifted himself up, dragging her jeans from her body, returning to the welcome warmth of her mouth.
"You're still wearing too much..." Alex gasped against him.
"Ask me more questions then," he growled, fiercely nibbling at the side of her neck. "Come on Alex – what do you really want to know?"
"Mmm... what's your favourite part on my body, Gene?" She wrapped her legs round his waist, pressing up into him with a wicked grin on her face.
He grunted, kissing her breasts softly. "Tits... fucking love yer tits..."
Alex was barely listening, tearing at his trousers, just as Gene kicked off his remaining shoe, helping her remove the offending garment before kissing her again. "Ask me another one..." His voice was gruff, laboured, and Alex writhed beneath him as the deep rumble of it played havoc on her body.
"Have you ever watched porn, Gene?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as he ground himself against her, the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly into her thigh as he groaned, fingers slipping under her knickers.
"Once," he gasped, tugging the underwear down from her body and kissing her fiercely.
"Did you like it?" She gasped.
"You're out of clothes," Gene growled, plunging two fingers into her.
Alex shook her head. "I don't care – did you like it?"
"Did I like watching some ponce shag a woman to within an inch of her life, knowing the best I could 'ope for was a quick toss off in the shower?" His fingers twisted slightly within her as he hissed, "no, Alex, I didn't like it!"
She moaned, trying desperately to stimulate her clit against his hand, but to no avail - there was a devilish look on his face as he moved his hand away from the sensitive bud of nerves, teasing and grinning as she whimpered for more. He leant forwards, mouth next to her ear, and spoke again. "Final question Alex, so answer honestly..." he pulled his fingers out of her body, gripping her hips with one hand, holding the back of her head with the other. "You can shag me in any one place- anywhere at all... where'd you pick?"
Alex groaned, pulling him to her in desperation and trying to no avail to capture his mouth. "I don't know..." she gasped, "I don't know... anywhere..."
"Think about it Alex," Gene growled, biting down on her nipple. "One place – one, filthy, dirty little fantasy from the back of your twisted little mind... where are we?"
She gasped, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers and trying her best to stimulate friction, to relieve the aching desire currently clenching in her stomach. "Library – my old school library... in the crime section..."
Gene stopped, looking up at her in disbelief, seeing her face flushed with desire and feeling himself twitch with arousal. "You bloody minx," he growled, returning to nip at her neck while he rid himself of his boxers, gripping her waist with both hands. "Turn over," he groaned, leaning back on his ankles, not waiting for her to respond before he flipped her over onto hands and knees himself, pressing her down so she was leant over the arm.
"Are you wearing the uniform?" He growled, pushing her legs apart and guiding himself into her, quick and strong. He thrust deep, savouring the gasp of pleasure that left Alex's lips as he did so.
"Yes," she moaned, voice laboured, "always have to wear your uniform in the library- even after hours... oh God..." Gene reached round, squeezing at her breasts, his large hands cupping them perfectly. His eyes were closed, treasuring the heat of her body beneath his, the sound of her heavy breathing and the lustful way in which she pushed her hips back to meet each of his thrusts in turn.
"Do you call me Sir, Alex?" he growled, bringing one hand up to tug her head back, clamping his mouth down on her neck.
"Yes!" She barely managed to speak the word, the breath sucked from her lungs as pleasure wracked the whole of her being. Gene's thrusts grew faster, hold tightening on her hair as he continued to speak in her ear.
"You're a filthy little schoolgirl, Miss Drake," he hissed, "naughty, naughty girl..." He tugged her back, ignoring the slight whimper of pain as he caught her mouth in an impassioned kiss that shook them both. "Tell me," he ordered softly, "tell me how filthy you really are!"
Alex was practically speechless, nearly sobbing with the magnitude of her need, the desire that shot through her body, rendering her barely capable of thought. "I'm filthy..." she whispered. "Filthy..."
"Louder!" Gene growled, hips blurring into hers as their bodies moved together. "Say it -'I'm a filthy little schoolgirl,'" his voice was low and dangerous, hands tight on her body as he repeated, "say it!"
"I'm a filthy little schoolgirl!" Alex whimpered, body going rigid as Gene's fingers sought the throbbing pulse between her legs, twisting and pinching as she went into tremors of violent orgasm, drawing him over the edge with her as he let out a strangled groan, spilling himself inside her body.
"Too right you are," he murmured, kissing across her back he pulled her to him, lying them down with his length still buried inside her. It took twenty minutes for his heart to return to normal, and when it did he turned his head to speak gently in her ear. "Alex... where's your school?"
She laughed, wriggling against him, "about half an hour from here."
Gene pressed a soft kiss to the side of her temple, murmuring softly as he did so, "Can we go?"
Grinning, Alex shrugged. "Maybe someday," she yawned softly, running her foot over his, "if you lose the socks."
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Alex was still tingling with delight as she sat at her desk the next morning, her whole body practically singing for joy every time she glanced towards Gene's office. She ignored the peculiar looks that both Ray and Chris were sending her way as a result of the previous evenings public display, just as she ignored the delighted smiles that Shaz kept beaming across the room. Instead, she worked her way through several reports, occasionally stopping to look up at Gene, whether he was playing darts, reading the paper, or drinking coffee. She was lifting her head to look at him just as he dropped the phone in its cradle, a blank look drawing across his face as he stood up, throwing his jacket around himself and slamming from the room. Alex watched as he crossed swiftly to her desk, his hand grabbing hers as he went, dragging her from her seat. Alex questioned it, attempting to tug her hand from his, but his grip was like iron and his face remained set, ignoring the looks of his team as he pulled her out. He led her out past the front desk and into the street, opening the Quattro with his spare hand.
"Get in." He said, pushing her in the back. Alex frowned at him inquisitively.
"Gene, what are you-?"
"Get in the car, Alex."
She crossed her arms, "no. Not until you explain what's going on and-"
He grabbed her, not hard, but enough that she couldn't move away, and pushed her into the car, slamming the door and walking to the driver's side without a word. The moment his door had closed, Alex turned on him.
"What the hell is going on? Don't ever do that again- I am not about to be dragged around because you're in too much of a sulk to explain anything! Now tell me what the big emergency is, or I'm going!" Her voice was heated, but he ignored her, turning on the ignition and speeding away before she had the chance to say or do anything else.
"Gene, what are you playing at? Where are we going? Gene!" He ignored her, turning on the radio and fixing his eyes on the road, his un-gloved hands clenching on the wheel. It was that which made her stop, that caused her to look more closely at the lines on his face; they were worried, set deep in his skin as he gritted his jaw.
"Gene, I-"
"Shut up, Alex," he growled. "Just shut up and put your bloody belt on!"
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Huge thanks to Feline333 yet again :-)
Hope you all enjoyed it!
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