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Here is the next chapter- sorry for the delay! Bit of plot and erm... fun?
Enjoy ;)
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"Bastard!"
Gene's shout of anger could be heard from the main office, and Alex's head snapped up almost immediately, just in time to see him slam the phone down and viciously kick out at the nearby filing cabinet. She half wanted to go in and ask what was wrong, to smooth out the lines of anger and rage from his face, but the other half of her was far too stubborn to acknowledge him, and she wasn't really surprised when that particular half won out; she was still reasonably pissed off with his earlier remarks, and so the sympathetic side of her personality seemed to wane slightly as her anger roiled quietly in her stomach.
Although two hours had passed since the last argument, with Gene repeating at regular intervals this ritual of shouting and slamming, Alex's anger and annoyance hadn't yet stemmed enough for her to consider the possibility of forgiveness. Whilst, in hindsight, Gene's views on the case had made perfect sense, she had still been slightly rankled from the morning's argument in the office, and their latest disagreement had given her no inclination to step aside and offer rational conversation. She suspected too that, whilst Gene might well want someone to yell at, it would be better for him to work through his aggression in his own time.
So, turning to the report on the desk before her, she worked briskly, ignoring the noises of aggravation coming from Gene's office, and wishing longingly for an iPod and earphones to block out the regular roars of anger.
With a sigh, she wrote swiftly, working through another stack of paperwork and statements for a recent burglary, and ignoring the loud grumbles and frustrated shouts as Gene yelled down the telephone.
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She managed another hour, but, having finished the paperwork, and after having set Shaz up with the job of sorting through statements, she knew it was well past time for her to speak with him. Ray and Chris had arrived back early in the afternoon, and were now half-heartedly interviewing burglary suspects down the hall, with their faces the picture of drudgery. The lack of her own involvement was beginning to irritate her more than she truly wanted to admit, and much as it pained her, the only way to get back into it was to be returned to Gene's good books. And so, with a deep breath, she pushed into his office, opening the door to find him agitatedly throwing darts, impatiently glancing at the phone, and then, eventually, turning his gaze towards her; the look in his eyes was not welcoming, and she felt the pit of anger in her stomach beginning to expand, the heated flash of annoyance in his eyes making her fists clench and jaw tighten.
"Don't you think it's time to do something useful, instead of flouncing around in here like an argumentative teenager?" Her tone was more chilled and cool than she'd been expecting, and she saw his eyes flash with further frustration as he launched his last dart towards the board, the force of the throw so intense that it buried a centimetre and a half of the nib into the cushioned surface. Alex rolled her eyes, turning her eyes back to Gene as he stalked towards her and pushed the still ajar door closed, his gaze narrowed.
"I'll have you know, Drake, that while you've been fannying around with the paperwork, I've been on the phone to Bronson, and the Super, and the bloody Queen of England, so why don't you give me a break?"
"Really?" Alex asked, frowning, surprised out of her anger at the look of sincerity in his eyes.
His face cracked, and he smirked triumphantly. "No, but I could've done, and that's the point; I'm in charge, Alex, and what I do or don't do in my office is none of your concern!"
"It is when you're behaving like a chauvinistic pig," Alex pointed out, crossing her arms. "Has it occurred to you that we could be interviewing Ellison at this point, instead of sitting around fiddling with pens and 'fannying around with paperwork' as you so politely put it?"
"Yes, actually!" Gene snapped, poking her firmly in the shoulder. "Has it occurred to you, that whatever loony-toony, pish-posh bollucks that poofter has wrong with him, he's still a fucking lead in a murder investigation!?" His voice was harsh, cutting through the air like a whip, and Alex glowered at him, fiercely shoving his hand away from her shoulder.
"You're just trying to incriminate him because he lied, Gene, and I won't-!"
"Wrong, Alex!" Gene retorted. "I've never nailed anyone who I didn't think bloody deserved it, and if you used your supposed brain, instead of spouting off like a garden hose with a hole in its pipes, you'd realize that he's the one other person who could potentially have shoved his grubby little paws all over that shit! So instead of screwing at me, why you don't just shut up and wait for the phone to ring so we know who the bloody hell touched it all!"
"What need could he possibly have to put it all there?" She snapped back without thinking, and she knew how ridiculously naive it had sounded the moment the words slipped past her lips; of course he had reason to do it... And the look on Gene's face was one of such smug amusement and superiority that she knew he wouldn't allow the mistake to slip without some sort of dig at her intelligence.
"Aside from the obvious 'you bonked off my Goddaughter', you mean?" he asked snidely, sneering slightly as she visibly bristled at his words. "There's always the tiny possibility he didn't like that very much! An' if Sophia's your 'don't tell' bossy git, then Bob's yer uncle, an' Ellison's got a bloody motive to frame the scummy little bitch without having to say a word!"
"That's just completely illogical and-!"
"Illogical?" Gene laughed. "You're meant to be a profiler, Alex, and a bloody copper! If he's got some friggin' mental cock-up where 'e can't do something he's told not to, then surely he'll just find a loophole an' do it when she won't know!"
Alex was about to rant at him, but her expression quickly fell back to one of confusion. "So now you're saying Sophia didn't know about it?"
"I'm sayin' she's not the only one with a motive," Gene retorted swiftly, trying not to lose face as Alex crossed her arms smugly over her chest.
"So you agree with me then?" she teased, lips quirking into a tiny smirk of amusement as she met his bright blue eyes.
"No," he answered smoothly. "I'm bein' a copper and followin' up possible lines of enquiry... that ringin' any bells, or would yer like me to explain the concept?"
"You are such a pigheaded, arrogant-!" Her tirade was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the telephone, cutting above her angered voice easily and stopping her in her tracks. Gene walked over quickly, snatching the phone from its cradle and bringing it quickly to his ear.
"Bronson you useless tosser," he snapped. "I need that bloody report! Now!"
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The Quattro swerved to a halt outside the forensics building, and Gene was out of the car a second later, leaving a ranting Alex in his wake as he entered.
"You're such an indecisive brute sometimes!" She snapped, her heels clattering on the tiled flooring, five metres behind him as they descended the stairs and pushed open the second door. Gene simply rolled his eyes; he'd dealt with twenty minutes of her bickering in the car, and he was close to snapping. He could handle the snide comments about her being right – he expected nothing less, in fact, and there was always the added bonus of the slight undercurrent of sexuality that he found extremely attractive, made ten times better by the red flush of her skin and the angry heaving of her chest...
No, it wasn't the sniping that bothered him – he'd actually go so far as to say he enjoyed that whole concept - it was simply her incessant need to argue with him, even when he conceded that maybe, just maybe, he'd overlooked something. Never mind the fact she'd probably try to shag an apology out of him later, or that she was wrong too, she simply had to snap and bicker and moan and argue at him until she was blue in the face; part of him wanted to tell her to shove her posh, flimsy knickers in her mouth and keep them there until she choked – the other part wanted to take her outside and give her something else to choke on that wasn't fabric and most definitely wasn't flimsy...
Clearing his head with a shake, he pushed the door to Bronson's lab open and ignored her continued shouts.
"You know, sometimes I don't even know why I bother!" She ranted. "I give you my psychological insights and you throw them in my face, but whenever they suit you, you decide it'll be in your best interest to-!"
Gene rounded on her, grasping her shoulders and sighing dramatically as he met her gaze. "Bolly, please, shut yer trap for twenty minutes and let Bronson talk! If you're lucky, you might be able to yell more blue-bloody-murder at me afterwards when he proves me wrong! Until then, would you please just shut it?!" He watched her face carefully, waiting for the telling twitch of her mouth that would show him that she was about to speak; it didn't come. With a breath of relief, he let her go, turning around just as Bronson cleared his throat.
"Don't let me interrupt the love fest," he murmured tiredly. "I've only been worked more ways than a contortionist prostitute today- I suppose I could do with a rest."
Gene rolled his eyes, stepping forwards and poking a finger in the direction of the methodically laid out evidence, all of which looked thoroughly stained and muddied. "Shut yer whining, Bronson, you get paid for it don't you? What've you got?"
Bronson glowered at him slightly, stepping forwards and picking up a brown manila file, which he flipped open with a meticulous air of practice. "For the people I deal with, DCI Hunt, I hasten to say that I don't get paid anywhere near enough!" He looked pointedly at Gene, and then glanced down at his notes, as though he hadn't already memorised every scrounging detail he could suffice from the bundle of evidence; Gene had the sense to stay quiet, and waited for Bronson to speak.
"Rosa McKellen's hair, and Ciaran Merlot's, are both on the pillow; the blood's definitely hers, and there are very small fragments of bone caught in the fibres," he pointed towards a petri-dish which, as Gene leaned forwards, could be seen to hold what looked like white dust.
"Bone?" Gene frowned, glancing at Bronson's face. "Looks like bloody milkshake powder to me!"
"Yes, I suppose milkshake powder does bear a striking elemental resemblance to malnourished bone, doesn't it?" Bronson retorted, teeth clenched; Gene fell back slightly, ignoring the look of annoyance on Alex's face. "Though I can't see the logic in her having any milkshake powder with her, can you? It's hardly what one takes with you when you're planning to die..." He moved to the next petri-dish, and pointed once again; Gene couldn't tell the difference between the previous one. It looked like just another sample of white dust, barely even sprinkling the bottom, and the milkshake comment once again rose unbidden in Gene's mind, although the look on Bronson's face when he moved to suggest it quickly dissuaded him from that point of speculation, and he kept his mouth shut.
"Ground sleeping tablets," Bronson said, pointing to his file. "Prescribed to her, on repeat, for the last two years," he held the file out, "would you like to see?"
"No," Gene muttered, frowning and leaning in close. "How'd you get this out? That stuff's smaller than a bloody amoeba!"
"A hoover," Bronson concluded smoothly, turning back to the evidence and ignoring Gene's disbelieving splutter. "Now, these gloves of yours, they seem to-"
"Hang on," Gene interrupted, frowning slightly. "How come these things didn't show up in the post mortem? Those tablets – you never mentioned them before!"
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Bronson pulled another file from his desk and flicked it open, reading it off smoothly. "Unusually high levels of prescribed sleeping tablet in bloodstream... I simply conversed with her doctor, who said she'd been given a more concentrated dose due to her extreme difficulty sleeping – understandable, given her condition - and it seemed of little consequence..." He held out the report. "It's in there, DCI Hunt; it just wasn't as conclusive as you'd have liked."
"Not as conclusive as I'd have liked?" Gene repeated, blanching slightly. "It's about as conclusive as a schizophrenic hermaphrodite with a tampon shoved up 'is nose!"
"Because tampons make every decision more difficult," Alex offered sarcastically, smiling falsely at Gene before continuing. "In fact, if a woman has anything shoved between her thighs, she's more than likely to develop a complex psychological inability to 'take charge'..." she looked pointedly at Gene. "Wouldn't you agree, DCI Hunt?"
"Please forgive DI Drake," Gene retorted acidly, his eyes narrowing warningly. "The rusty poker she shoved up 'er arse this morning must be chafing!"
Bronson looked from one to the other of them, taking note of the slight angry flush of Alex's cheeks, and the clench of Gene's jaw, before deciding to avoid the subject as widely as possible by scanning down his file.
"As I was saying," he murmured, eyebrows knitting slightly together in faux concentration as, out of the corner of his eye, he could see both Gene and Alex glowering spectacularly at one another. "The gloves have the same blood on them, there are definite fingerprints from Miss Merlot, though that's to be expected if she's handled them since the incident... Although I was intrigued by the second pair of prints; I'll admit that it did surprise me slightly. I checked McKellen and Mister Merlot's prints, and neither of them matched, but after your fifth phone call-" at this he glanced rather pointedly and accusingly at Gene, "-I checked the other leads, just for safety. Bragden, Powler, Summerton – all drew blanks... Mister Ellison however..." His eyebrows rose slightly before he went on, "well, as you suggested, DCI Hunt, he was all over it like- what was it you said?"
Gene smirked, half out of amusement, half out of a smug sense of superiority when he saw the slight disbelief in Alex's eyes. "That'd be 'all over it like prozzie's in a whorehouse,'" he supplied generously, crossing his arms in delight as Alex clenched her jaw slightly.
Bronson nodded, half-smiling, then went on. "Well yes... all over it; slightly over the top of Merlot's prints, so presumably he's the last one to have handled them... other than that, there's really nothing else new to the investigation; hairs on the pillow are McKellen's and Merlot's, as I said, the purse is McKellen's, the prescription bottle is hers... That's all I've got, I'm afraid." He looked up apologetically, but Gene was nodding, already turning away on his heel.
"That's all we need!" He muttered, grabbing Alex by the elbow and towing her out of the room, calling over his shoulder. "Good work, Bronson!"
Before the other man could reply, the DCI and his protesting under-officer were in the corridor, the heavy metal door swinging shut in their wake. With a sigh, he carefully restacked his files, and moved over to the kitchenette, in the hope of a small break.
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"This, Bolly," Gene said as he led her easily towards the car, "is where you apologize for yelling and treatin' the little shit like the Holy Virgin, and offer me unlimited access to your particularly edible buttocks..." he slapped the aforementioned body part lightly, smirking when she made a noise of disgust and shrugged him off.
"Just because his fingerprints are on the gloves, doesn't mean-!" Her response was weak, but Gene's look of amusement caused her to fall silent, and she flushed a heated red as she stamped towards the car, waiting by her door impatiently for Gene to unlock it. His hand brushed hers as the key slid into the lock, and she jerked it away with a glare, ignoring the dance of his eyes as she jerked open the door and sat in heavily. As Gene slid in beside her, she slammed the heavy door shut, relishing the look of disgust on his face.
"Don't slam my bloody door you daft-!"
"You know Gene, just because you made one theoretical conclusion that momentarily appears to be leaning in your favour, doesn't mean I'm going to get down and start 'apologising' to various parts of your anatomy!" Her voice was snappy and angered, and Gene smirked, turning the key in the ignition and swerving the car from its parking space as he let her rant. "If there was any damage done to your ego, you can stroke it back to health yourself this time!"
He rolled his eyes, spinning easily around the corner and ignoring her slight discomfort as her fingers tightened visibly on her own thighs. "You know your problem, Bolly?" Gene asked, foot flat on the pedal as he weaved between cars and through the streets. "You can't hack losin'; an' that, is a serious flaw in your character!" He twisted the wheel sharply, turning another corner as she huffed angrily in reply.
"Oh, of course it's my character with the problem! Never mind your caveman views and pig-headed, archaic attitudes to women - everything that's slightly disputable has to be my fault!"
"It's not difficult to hear me out an' see if the bastards got his fingers in a place other than his bum-chums arse!" Gene snapped back.
"Just because he's gay doesn't mean-!"
"I didn't say it meant anything!" He retorted instantly. "But if he's gunna be a poofter, an' he's gunna be scum, then I can insult his shit poking prick as much as I damn well please!" He glowered at her, taking his eyes briefly off the road as he slammed his foot down, before glancing away from her and pouting angrily.
"Oh and I'm sure you're totally accepting of his sexuality, too," Alex snapped, her cheeks flushed red.
Gene tightened his grip on the wheel, trying and failing not to take notice of the heaving chest, the angrily parted lips, and the tight clench of her jaw... He could feel himself responding, feel the irrepressible twitch in his groin as he tried to imagine anything but her, on her knees with her mouth wrapped around him, tits spilling out of her top and- He shook himself, tuning back into her angry tirade as best as he could.
"And I'm sure there's no vendetta against him at all, sure your stereotypical, oafish views haven't blurred your judgement in any way, or-!"
He snapped then, felt himself bristle, his groin twitch and his heart pound angrily as he shouted right back at her. "I've let him fanny around for six months and act like nothings the bloody matter, Alex! He's been pissing on us for this whole time with a smirk on his face an' a finger up his arse, and I'm gunna bloody find out why!" His voice was harsh, angry, and unrestrained, and a second later he found himself swerving down two narrow back streets and then into what appeared to be an abandoned car park.
"What the hell are you doing?" She snapped viciously, slamming her hand on the dashboard in agitated frustration. "One minute, you're accusing someone of being an accomplice, and the next you're pulling over for a power nap! Start the car, Gene!"
"Shut up, Bolly," he growled, fingers tightening around the wheel, flexing slightly, as though trying to distract himself; Alex didn't care.
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm your DI and you're behaving like an irresponsible, moody, hormonal teenager! We have a job to do, Gene, unless it's escaped your notice! So stop-!"
"Alex, would you please shut your gob and stop ranting like some crazed lunatic! I'm trying to make myself more bloody presentable, not lift up the flagpole and flash it around like some pissed pirate on the skysail!" His voice was coarse, gruff, and slightly strained, and it took Alex a few moments to understand what he meant; from the corner of his eye, he saw her eyes drift downwards, before her face contorted with disgust.
"You cannot seriously be getting turned on by this?" She said, voice twisted with revulsion, although Gene didn't miss the way she crossed one leg over the other and wrapped her arms tightly around herself, pushing her breasts upwards and making him groan in unrestrained arousal; the blood he'd been willing to his head flew straight back downwards, and he had to gulp back the sudden desire to reach over and jerk her onto his lap. "You've just left a forensic lab, and you're thinking about a shag? What kind of-?"
"I'm trying not to bloody think about a shag!" Gene snapped, slamming his hand onto the steering wheel and glowering at her darkly. "If you'd shut up and stop heavin' yer tits around like Santa's ruddy sack, maybe we could go back to bloody work!"
"I am not 'heaving my tits around'!" She shouted, voice raising as she hit her fist against the window, ignoring Gene's look of anger as she mistreated his precious car. "If you had less of a one-track mind, you'd be able to stop thinking about sex and start thinking about your job, instead of walking around with a perpetual hard-on in your trousers!"
He narrowed his eyes, fingers tight on the wheel as she spoke. He took a few moments to collect himself, trying to ignore her as she ranted on about his lack of work ethic, his completely outdated opinions, and his inability to think with his head instead of his dick...
He managed about thirty seconds, and then he cracked, leaning over swiftly and grabbing her head between both of his hands, before pressing his lips swiftly to her own; his mouth was firm, hard and angry against hers, and for a moment, he expected her to slap him away. Instead, she bit at him, her hand tugging at his hair almost viciously, drawing him closer as her teeth dug into his lower lip. His gasp was caught somewhere between pain, lust and pleasure, and a second later his fingers were under her blouse, fiercely groping and squeezing at her breast as her nails dug into his neck. His other hand slid easily around her waist, tugging her tighter against him and feeling her shift her legs, throwing one long limb across his hip as she settled on his lap, pushing him fiercely back against the seat as her mouth and tongue clashed angrily with his own.
One of Gene's hands remained up Alex's top, pushing beneath the fabric of her bra and squeezing hard, fingers probably leaving marks as his teeth scraped over her tongue; she gasped, pressing closer and letting out a grunt of protest when her back bumped against the steering wheel. Barely breaking for breath, Gene's hand found the handle beneath his seat, shoving the chair as far back as was possible, his mouth never leaving hers. Her hands were all over him, nails scraping across his skin, and he took a moment to wonder at what point in their argument she had decided sex wasn't such a bad idea after all, before she pressed tighter into his erection, and he let out a harsh growl of lust.
"Should stop, Alex," he ground out, hand tearing at the button and zip of her jeans, betraying his words as his mouth continued to whisper against her own, his fingers sliding down to stroke her through the damp fabric of her underwear. "Wouldn't want me thinkin' you enjoyed all my macho bollocks, would you?" His words were rough, fingers working her eagerly, smoothly, harshly... She moaned against him, biting at his neck and pushing down against his hand as she answered him.
"Enjoyment and arousal are two very different things," she murmured, her delicate hands un-tucking his shirt, loosening his belt and opening his trousers, even as Gene's thumb worked teasingly against her clit and she let out a soft whimper.
Gene smirked, pinching her slightly as she pushed her hands under the band of his boxers, cool fingers wrapping around him confidently as her teeth bit at his collarbone. He closed his eyes briefly, twisting his fingers gently inside her as he growled out his reply. "You seem to be confusin' the two on this occasion," he informed her, just as her thumb stroked his tip and he exhaled shakily. "Soaking wet and moaning like a-!" He groaned slightly, his breathing sharp before he went on. "Moaning like a hussy... Oh Christ, that feels good..."
"You like it?" She asked, tracing her nails up his length with a wicked glint in her eye, breath hot on his face as she pressed down on him.
Gene nodded, head lolling back, eyes closed as he groaned softly. "Oh yeah... but not as much as you'll like this!" His free hand shoved up her top once more, pushing beneath her bra and twisting the nipple sharply, just as his nail scraped across her clit and his mouth found on her neck, sharply biting as her hand tightened around him and her head flew backwards. He curled his fingers into her, grunting as she bucked against him, as she clenched around his hand and let out a loud, strangled whimper of pleasure.
"See?" He growled, squeezing her tight. "You're such a fucking hypocrite... all wet for me..." he nudged her blouse slightly aside with his nose, and then bit hard at the curve of her breast, hearing her gasp and feeling her buck as he grunted his approval. "You like arguing with me..." With a groan, he scratched his thumbnail across her clitoris, biting down at her breast as she reached her peak, tight and wet as she spilled over his fingers, her own hand still tight around his erection as she writhed against him. He didn't waste any time, removing his hands and moving to cover her own, squeezing insistently as he led her into a rhythm, meeting her hazel orbs with urging eyes.
She stared back at him, still flushed from her orgasm, rolling her hips against him as she traced her nails down over his length, stroking him into a frenzy of lust as he tried to speak.
"Alex- shit! That's so- oh fuck! Bolly, I- oh bollocks! Christ!" His head flew back as she continued to caress him, but as one hand slid to caress his balls, he grabbed her head, pushing it suggestively lower with a dominant growl.
"Get down!" He told her, his hand insistent on the back of her neck as she complied, releasing him swiftly and sliding to the floor with difficulty, knelt between his legs and cramped by the close proximity of the wheel and the door. She made to protest, but his hand and voice were all-consuming, sending a flood of arousal through her body as she hurried to do as he wanted. Alex dipped her head swiftly, opening her mouth and sucking softly at the fleshy base of him, her hands rolling and caressing his testicles as his hands tangled in her hair. She took her time, taking one of his balls into her mouth and moaning loudly as she sucked and licked, just as Gene dragged her away and pushed her over his tip.
"Yes..." he breathed, hand tight on her head as she looked up at him, both hands working his base as she teased and sucked at him, grazing him lightly with her teeth and watching as he broke out in a sweat, his eyes tightly closed as he grunted out his pleasure, forcing her further down. Compliant, Alex took him in deep, angling him towards the back of her throat as he thrust his hips towards her, pumping into her frantically as she ran one hand over his balls, the other tracing up over his thigh.
She felt him stiffen, his testicles tightening as he prepared to come, and her centre pounded with anticipation, throbbing with arousal as he delivered a string of obscenities, swearing and grunting as he held her still. "Take it!" He ordered gruffly, his voice dry and hoarse as her tongue teased at his heated flesh. She moaned softly around him, sending soft vibrations down his length and making him lose all sense of control; barely moments later, he was jerking into her mouth, releasing himself with a loud, raw growl of pleasure as she swallowed him eagerly.
She held him in her mouth for a few moments, feeling his insistent hand become gentler on her skull as she did so, before drawing away.
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She righted herself a few minutes later, wincing slightly at the cramp in her neck as she slid into the passenger seat and refastened her trousers, biting her lip at the wave of lust in her stomach, and trying to ignore the small, satisfied grin on Gene's face as he tucked himself away.
"You're filthy..." he grinned, glancing over at her and smirking at the disarray that had become of her hair. "Any time you're angry Bols, feel free to pull me over for a repeat performance."
Alex rolled her eyes, settling into her chair and attempting to right her appearance in the mirror, to no avail. "Just because I sucked you off, it doesn't make you right!"
"No, Bols, but it was a damn sight better than a toss off, and it shut you up fer a couple of minutes; I'd say it's an all-round good day, wouldn't you?" He smirked over at her as he lit up a cigarette, ignoring her look of disgust as she rolled down the window swiftly.
"Not exactly the sentiment I'd have selected," Alex conceded, crossing her legs and waving her hand in front of her face. "We are actually supposed to be interviewing suspects, not having oral sex in an abandoned car park!"
"True," Gene admitted, moving his seat back to its correct position before frowning thoughtfully, eyes scanning up her long legs. "Though come to think of it, I never did get my mouth on you..." His hand slid up her thigh suggestively, and he saw her sigh, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
"Don't even think about it," she told him firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Gene grinned, turning the key in the ignition as he licked his lips suggestively. "Oh, I always think about it, Bolly... it's just a question of when, where, and how." He leaned over, his arm sliding around her shoulders and tugging her closer, enough that he could press his lips to her neck. "Mmm... this is a nice start..." his lips slid over her pulse point, up to her jaw, across her cheeks, and then he sighed, murmuring softly against her lips. "How long till the weekend?"
Despite herself, Alex smiled, fingers tangling in his hair as she checked her watch, then turned back to his mouth, lips a millimetre from his. "About three hours, twenty four minutes and seventeen seconds... Including drinks with Harrison."
"Mmm..." Gene murmured, sucking her lip lightly. "Any reason to do anything but shag each other senseless after that?"
"We need to do some shopping..." Alex replied, stroking his neck with delicate fingers.
"Take half an hour after work," he grinned, hand slipping further up her leg. "Anything else?"
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, and then shrugged. "Depends how much work we get done today..."
"Mmm..." Gene agreed, nodding slightly. "Well... we interview Ellison, get Ray to do Sophia, an' then we can get 'em shoved into the cells till next week, an' I can royally ream your gorgeous arse from seven tonight till nine on Monday morning!"
"Should probably walk Fitz, first..." Alex smiled, watching as he groaned softly, withdrawing his mouth and resting his head on her shoulder.
"Damn dogs more trouble than 'e's worth," he muttered, nipping at her collar bone. "Still... suppose there's always that big field down the road... he can chase birds, an' I'll just give you a good going over with-!"
Alex laughed, pushing him off and shaking her head at his lewdness. "I'm not going to shag you in a field!"
He pouted, settling into his seat and looking over at her dejectedly. "You sucked me off in a car park," he pointed out, eyebrows rising suggestively. She shook her head, grinning.
"And I suppose you'd be all too happy to whip out your treasured goods in the middle of a field, when any old dear might decide that a Saturday afternoon is the perfect time for dog walking, right?"
Gene shrugged, grinning slightly as his hand traced over the curve of her breast. "We could get up early?" He suggested. "Quick romp in the sack, shag in the field, fuck in the shower and breakfast in bed...?" He trailed off, his tone suggestive and flirtatious, and Alex could only laugh, pushing him in the shoulder.
"You can make breakfast in bed, but the field still won't happen."
"Who said anything about making breakfast?" He teased, glancing lewdly downwards. "I was thinking about eatin' somethin' more... organic." She slapped him lightly on the arm, her laugh lightly tinkering, and Gene chuckled, drawing away and putting the car into gear as he pressed down on the pedal, steering the car out swiftly.
"You'd still have to do something to get that breakfast," Alex pointed out as he drove, smirking to herself.
Gene grinned, glancing over at her with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Not much, though," he smirked. "It's practically on tap with you, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes, winding up the window as Gene tossed out his cigarette and headed back for the station.
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