So I had no intention of posting a second chapter of this, but the announcement of that series 2 of Ashes wouldn't start until April (!) and some serious smutty fic deprivation have driven me to it.
Its just smutty. No plot to follow. Enjoy!
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They didn't wait until morning.
Alex woke in the night to a tickle low on her belly and found Gene tracing light circles on her skin with his fingers. He mumbled into her ear, something about warming her up for morning as he trailed his hand over her thigh. Sleepily spreading her legs in anticipation, jerking as one long finger slid inside her. Jesus that felt good. Slowly, just as sleepily, he added a second, thrusting in and out as she moaned and writhed against him. "Don't stop that" she murmured, arching her back, gasping as he teased her. She heard him moan into her ear as she reached one hand to her breast, carefully rolling her pointed bud between her thumb and finger. "Don't stop that" he growled, and she felt his hard cock grind against her leg.
Desperately Alex ran her hand through his hair, pulling him to her as their lips met, gasping as their tongues dueled. Pushing herself against his hand she could hardly believe what he was doing to her, couldn't remember how they'd got there, never wanting it to stop.
Gene wanted to finish her, needed to, but as she pulled his mouth to hers he couldn't wait. He'd wanted her for so long, lying under him. It would never be enough. Slipping his fingers from inside her, ignoring her whimpered objections, he lifted one of her legs high over his shoulder and entered in one hard thrust. Gasping, so close to climax already, Alex felt herself burst as he speared her. "Harder, my god harder. Want…Gene…more" She needn't have bothered. He couldn't have stopped now for anything or anyone. It wasn't three and a half minutes, but it wasn't much longer before he came, spilling into her as she called his name over and over.
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"Thank you Shaz." Gene looked up and smiled as the young PC set a file and a mug of tea on his desk. "Oh, and nice job with that work in the file room. It's never been so well organized."
Shaz stared at him. Was he joking? All she did was clean up the overflow desk. "Thank you, Sir. It was nothing."
"Even so. Thank you." He nodded as she turned around.
Shaz walked out of Gene's office, catching Chris' eye as she did. He raised his eyebrows in a question and she nodded. It had been two weeks since the Guv had snapped at her, and no one could work out why. Nothing else had changed, not that they could see anyway.
The nearest Ray had been able to work out was that the Guv had lost a bet to DI Drake, and had to stop shouting at people. After all, he hadn't just been nice to Shaz, he'd barked at them all a lot less lately. They had almost believed it, until they caught DI Drake paying for all of the Guv's drinks two nights in a row. Later that night she confessed to Shaz that she'd lost a bet to Gene, and she had to buy his drinks for a while.
No one could work out how they had each lost a bet to each other. Or what it had been over.
Alex looked up at the clock on the wall. 6:15. Her last night of obligation. It had been worth it.
The next morning had been awkward, but once they'd got to work, things went quickly back to normal, helped significantly by a difficult series of shop blags that had kept them busy and focused on the job. Now, two weeks later the tenuous connection they'd had was about to disappear as they'd both fulfilled their sides of the bet. The truth was she'd been hoping Gene would have been interested in a repeat performance, or even dinner, but not once since their bet had he given her any hint that he was interested.
She supposed it didn't matter, drunken one night stands should stay that way. But she couldn't help wondering as she watched the lights go out in his office.
"Drake!" He grinned smugly from his doorway. "I'm feelin' a bit parched."
Alex sighed, pushing her chair back from her desk and pulling on her jacket. Rolling her eyes at his back, she followed him out of the squad room, the rest of the team on their heels.
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Hours later Gene sat with Alex at the corner table, both of them the worse for the two empty wine bottles on the table in front of them. Images from the night he'd spent with her played constantly in Gene's mind for the past two weeks and he couldn't look at her without wondering – could it happen again? It had seemed more than just a drunken shag at the time, no matter how hard he tried to write it off as just that. He'd felt more, and he was sure she had too. He'd spent the past two weeks working out how to ask her again, only every time they were alone he'd stumbled over his tongue and got nowhere. And she hadn't helped, either. She'd toned down the tarty clothes and looked him in the eye every time he spoke to her. It had made him nervous. But now that they'd each fulfilled their halves of the bet he felt like his time was running out.
"Can' believe you managed it Gene," she finally mumbled as he refilled her glass. She'd lost count of how many times he'd done it since they'd sat down. Feeling herself getting drunker, Alex leaned into Gene, her knee knocking against his under the table. She was close enough to smell him, not just the fags and the booze, him, she could smell him. She closed her eyes, thinking back. Wanting him.
"Managed what?"
"Be'n nice t' Shaz. I di'n' think you had it in you." She poked him drunkenly with one finger. "That took real ef'rt on your part. I'm 'pressed."
Gene grunted, draining his whisky. "'M very impressive." He leaned into her. She was practically sitting on his lap. God, he wished she would.
"You can be" she tipped her glass slightly towards him. Bugger. How much more obvious was she going to have to be? "Of course, I had the easy part, paying for your drinks took quite a bit out of my wallet, but it wasn't hard." She'd paused drunkenly, emphasizing the word hard. For a minute she thought she had him, then he just blinked and looked away. Well if he didn't have the bollocks…
"Fancy another wager Gene?"
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"So that's it then?" Gene followed Alex into the bedroom, shrugging his jacket off along the way and dropping it on an empty chair.
Alex wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling onto the bed. "If you think that could work."
He caught her, pulling her still clothes body against his. "'Kay" he answered gruffly. 'Oo goes first."
"You" she pulled her top off over her head, Gene's hands firmly at her waist.
"Doesn' seem fair" he was already so hard he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold out long. "Can we toss fer it?"
Alex raised her eyebrows, giggling as her hand snaked down his thigh. "If you'd prefer."
"Is'not what I meant." He grabbed her wrist gently. If she started that he'd definitely lose this one.
Giggling, Alex pulled at the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor and running her hands over his chest, resting them on his belt.
She was so close, her smell, her skin, this time he wouldn't wait. Cupping her face with one hand as the other pulled her close, he pressed his mouth gently against hers. She sighed and he kissed her harder, moaning as her tongue parted his lips. He'd never make it.
Still kissing him, Alex slid the leather through the loops, unhooking his belt. She pushed the button through its tiny hole, carefully pulling his zip open.
He couldn't pull away, couldn't stop kissing her as he pulled the straps of her bra over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor as he unhooked it. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest as her hands slid over his own skin and he groaned as she gripped his aching cock. "Bloody hell" he mumbled as she pulled her mouth away, kissing his throat, his chest, all the way down until she sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his full erection as her tongue swirled around his tip, as her lips pulled him into her hot mouth. "Unnnnnggghhh, god! Wait, wait Alex!" he groaned as he placed his hand on her chin, gently pushing her away.
Alex looked up into burning blue eyes, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" he shook his head once, bending down as he pushed her gently to the bed. "I'll go first."
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth, kissed her shoulder, groaned as he took one pointed bud into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he nipped at her. Nuzzling the curve of her breast, his mouth moved lower as one hand moved to unbutton her jeans, tug on her zip. "Christ Drake, do you paint these bloody things on?" Kneeling over her he tugged on the waistband as Alex giggled and wriggled out of them as he pulled them over her bare toes.
"No Gene, I – oh god!" Her hips bucked as his mouth covered her, his tongue parting her folds, working in her as the bed sheets curled into her hands. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he flicked and nipped, his teeth gently grazing her as his tongue drove her further towards the edge. "Gene, god, Gene, don't stop…I never…oh god!" She screamed as he ran his tongue roughly across her clit and she came suddenly, her fingers tangled in his hair as he eagerly lapped at her, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he moved up her body, kissing her gently before rolling to his side on the bed next to her.
"Seemed to do the trick" he growled.
"Gene" she was breathless, her whole body tingling as she glanced at him, unable to hold his gaze. Alex rolled her eyes. "You could say that." After taking a few minutes to catch her breath she sat up, pushing Gene's shoulder so he was lying flat on his back. "Your turn" she smiled.
He propped himself up on his elbows, watching in the dark as her mass of hair moved over him, watching as he felt her lips on his cock, pulling him into her mouth. "Oh christ Drake" his head dropped backward as she worked her fingers over his balls, as she swallowed him deeper.
Kneeling between his thighs Alex pushed his legs wider before gripping his shaft with her free hand. Gene gasped as she squeezed, gently but firmly, then released him as she took him fully into her mouth, down her throat as the gasping turned to begging. "That's good, oh god, don't stop, don't…want… oooohhhh…please, oh please oh god…"
Alex slid her tongue over his shaft, loving the taste of him, the whole of him. Eagerly she sucked at his cock, consumed with how much she wanted him, how much she wanted him to beg her, to be with her. The heat pooled between her legs, the pulse stronger now than before. Desire overcame her and she wanted him to come inside her, again and again, never to end. Running her tongue over him again she released him, ignoring his groans.
"Alex, please…" He raised his head as she crawled over him on all fours "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she kissed him, rubbing her aching clit along his cock. "Nothing's wrong." She kissed him again, her tongue sliding teasingly over his as she worked her way over him, taking him slowly inside her as she moaned in ecstasy, her mouth open against his.
Gene had no trouble adjusting. Realizing what she wanted he wrapped his arms around her and, rolling her to her back, thrust hard into her, over and over, waiting for her to scream, racing her to the finish. He couldn't stop, whispering, promising, moaning into her ear. Alex returned them all, clinging to him as she came, arching her back as he exploded inside her, more than she imagined, everything that she wanted.
Breathing hard, he pulled her closer, mumbling into her hair "I do believe I won that one, Inspector."
"How do you work that one out" she curled into his arms. She wanted to go to sleep.
"Oral sex, you said." He kissed her hair. "You gave up in the middle and 'ad your way wi' me."
"I didn't hear you complain."
"Why would I complain? Seein' as I was about to be victorious."
Alex laughed, hardly feeling as though she'd lost anything. "Ok, Ok. You won. So what's my forfeit? We never decided."
"I'll think of something" he murmured, and fell asleep, his arms and legs tangled in hers.
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Gene pushed through the double doors into CID, mumbling. "Bloody first one in again."
He hated these Saturday shifts, and he was especially tired this morning. Though he supposed he preferred the ache in his bollocks to the ache of a hangover, so it could be worse. He glanced at Drake's desk as he walked by. She'd conveniently had the day off.
The squad room got slowly noisier as the rest of the team arrived, along with the regular Saturday staff. Gene stared out his office window, hoping the phone would ring with something to pass the day. She'd said yes to dinner but had made him promise no more wagers, and less alcohol. Of course, she also made him promise he'd spend the night. He chuckled.
"Guv," Ray knocked on the door. "Looks like there was an overnight break in at a restaurant on Mile End. Took some money, some equipment."
Gene stood up. "Great. We'll need to take your car." He followed Ray out, Chris trailing them down the corridor and out the door.
"Something wrong with the Quattro, Guv?"
"No, nothing." He walked towards Ray's car, parked down the block.
"Bloody Hell." Chris stood behind them, staring as they passed the corner nearest Luigi's. Gene stifled a laugh as Ray and Chris looked at each other, then back across the street. Alex waved as she dumped a bucket of soapy water over the Quattro. They all stared as she bent over to pick up a sponge.
"Why is DI Drake washing the Quattro?"