Chapter Three

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Alex shivered as she felt his lips on her belly, 'It's Ok' she assured him softly, 'Take your time, we've got loads of it. We're free, no-one's going to ring and say you're wanted urgently, the only place you're wanted urgently is here, by me.'

'Something to be said for nabbing the last room in the hotel' he spoke into her stomach, making her tremble as well as shiver, 'Good girl.' his lips ventured further up her body, as his fingers grasped her knickers and began pulling them down.

Alex helped him, feeling brazen suddenly, 'Yes I am a good girl' she told him, 'A very good girl….Ooooo!' she cried as he pushed her backwards gently on to the rug and peeled her knickers off deftly, following her down onto the rug, the length of his body fitting along side hers as he peered into the left cup of her bra, caught his very first glance of her nipple and licked his lips.

'Front opening' she whispered, 'lay me bare.'

He opened the bra wordlessly and carefully as though discovering some priceless treasure and looked at her breasts, his pupils dilating, 'Jesus' he whispered as he saw them stiffen in front of his eyes, 'Oh god' he leaned over and took the right nipple in his mouth, and as he did she felt his erection pressing on her leg.

She reached out for him and her eyes widened, she had always thought he exaggerated his size, but it seemed he didn't, and as her fingers curled around his cock it grew even more,' Big boy' she mumbled dazedly as he pushed against her, jamming her overfilled hand between him and her thigh.

'You approve?' he groaned through a mouthful of nipple.

She didn't reply but guided one of his hands in between her legs, leading him to her furnace of moisture, opening herself wide, inviting him in.

His fingers stroked her slowly and his breathing quickened, 'I need to taste that' he said, taking his mouth from her nipple, just lightly nipping with his teeth as he withdrew, 'Fuck, I need more mouths' he said as he licked, nibbled and kissed his way back down her body until his head was between her legs and he was lapping from her.

Alex was trying not to scream, or dissolve, or burst into tears; this man certainly knew how to hit the spot, she was trying so hard not to push herself onto him, but he somehow moved his hands under her buttocks and gathered her centre up to his warm wet mouth, forcing her to the brink, just as her orgasm gathered he took his tongue away, making her groan with disappointment.

'Schh' he whispered, 'I- oh shit, I've no sodding control' he sat up and tugged at his boxers, cursing as they caught on his cock, and she leaned forward to help him, falling into his lap, he sat watching as she saw him in all his glory for the first time, and smiled as he saw the look of pure greed on her face, he pulled her towards him, helping her as she lowered herself down, laughing with a joy she'd never thought she hear from him, 'You lucky, lucky bastard' he almost sung as his hands went over her hips and his mouth went back down to her nipples, darting between the two of them, trying not to favour one against the other; then kissing her lips, exploring her mouth so she tasted herself .

They rocked together on the flotaki rug, but for too short a time, neither could hold back, it was as if the years of waiting had finally become too much to ask, they had to have some kind of climax immediately, and it was definitely some kind of climax, but not like either of them had ever had before; rough, messy, verging on clumsy, as Gene came shakily back down from it he was in wonderment that he hadn't hurt her, snapped some taut and irreplaceable part of her. His shower had all been for nothing; the sweat poured from his body.' 'Fucking hotels, they never have thermostats' he muttered into her slippery trembling shoulder, 'Sorry'

'Sorry?' she moved into him further.

'Too rough- too much' he was ashamed.

'It was wonderful' she said, and licked the eyelashes of his left eye tenderly, while her fingers caressed his shoulders and back for a minute or so, she stopped licking him like a mother cat and looked at him straight ,'Unbelievable- if it wasn't for the fact you're still inside me I would think I was dreaming.'

'I know I'm dreaming' he said, his voice hoarse, 'this can't be happening.'

'Bath?' she suggested.

'I'm a skanky old tomcat' he said, 'So yeah, I need a bath.'

'Together.' she said, taking control, leaning forward, her lips just grazing his, 'Bath, and then bed.'

The bath was too small really, so their legs were up around each others necks almost, as they lay in a soporific but blissful state, sizing each other up, committing tiny details to memory. Gene couldn't believe he had never noticed her freckles; why hadn't he? How could he have been so blind? Too busy ogling her arse and tits he realised, but hell her freckles were sexy. Alex was deep in thought about Gene's chest and tummy. Dare she lean forward and soap them? She wanted to, but she also just wanted to lie in the foamy water and gaze at him. They hardly spoke; occasionally they smiled stupidly at each other; but the silence was comfortable.

'Hungry' Gene stated, after a while.

'Yes I am too a little.' she said languidly.

'A woman of large appetites.' he said, 'You've got a busy night ahead, you need to keep your strength up.'

'Do I?' she giggled.

'Got to keep your old DCI sweet.' he nodded, disentangling his legs and getting up, water streaming from his body, he stepped out of the bath, leaned over and kissed her forcefully, taking her breath away completely, 'Stay there and do all your girly stuff' he said as they both came up for air, 'won't be long.'

'Where…?' she asked.

'To sort out some wine and food.' he said.

A few minutes later she heard the door to the room bang shut. She washed her hair and showered the foam off before wrapping herself in the pink towel.

Gene reappeared with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a plate with a silver cover.

'What is it?' she asked.

'Don't know- you're turning me into a criminal Bolls, I needed to get back to you so I nicked it- bloody waiters shouldn't be so slow, their fault.' he pushed the plate at her.

She uncovered it to find a large steak, fried potatoes, and green beans.

'No cutlery?' she asked.

He shrugged and shook his head as he poured them both a glass of wine.

Alex tore the steak apart with her fingers; luckily it was tender and divided easily, she shoved a piece into Gene's mouth and he bit at her fingers.

They ate facing each other on the bed, Alex cross-legged and still wearing only the pink towel, Gene with his legs stretched out around her.

'Can't believe you didn't get pudding' she pouted when the plate was clean.

'Oh you'll be getting pudding all right, don't fret.' he replied, draining his glass and shoving the plate on the bedside table. He stared at her, his eyes narrowing.

'What are you doing?' she asked, after he'd been staring for a while.

'Trying to will that towel to fall off.' he said.

'You only have to give it a gentle tug' she replied. 'Anyway, you're the one who appears massively overdressed.' she leaned forward, showing off her cleavage with a brand new confidence, and fingered his black shirt.

'Please don't' he was laughing though, 'I'm fond of this shirt, can't believe I'm asking you not to rip it off me.'

'You have ten seconds to take it off then' Alex told him, 'Or it's in danger of being shredded like the other one.'

He unbuttoned it speedily, slipping it off and flinging it across the room, 'Right, now you, lose the towel.'

She pulled at it and let it fall away, smiling languidly as she saw his expression change.

'Come here' he said firmly, grabbing her hand and feeding one of her fingers into his mouth.

Around four in the morning they were finally sated, and lay curled together in the pink bed, a mass of moist, tangled limbs.

'So what will happen when we get back to London?' Alex asked, pulling his hand more tightly over her left breast.

'What do you want to happen?' his strong thigh clenched over hers, claiming her.

'I want…' she hesitated, 'you'.

'Well that's ok because you've got me' he spoke into her hair.

'Wish we didn't have to go back' she said. 'Manchester has its attractions after all, I didn't think it would but I was wrong.'

Gene drifted into a dream world where he and Alex were living in Manchester and running the city together; keeping it clear of scum. He could shrug off all the crap in his life and live where his heart belonged with the woman his heart belonged to; his responsibilities lay heavy on him, he'd never felt more tempted to chuck Fenchurch as far as he could throw it; yet he knew he'd do the right thing, and in a few hours time they'd be heading back to the shit hole that was London.

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'Jesus!' Ray emerged from Gene's office having been on the receiving end of a scathing tongue lashing that surpassed anything that had gone before, 'What's got into him?' he looked accusingly at Alex, 'You must have been really winding him up in Manchester.'

Alex shook her head, 'No- not especially. He did leave you in charge though Ray, and you did let Frankie Phillips slip through your fingers.'

Ray slumped defeatedly at his desk and lit a cigarette, 'Had nothing on him' he muttered. 'Nothing that would stick anyhow.'

Alex got up and headed in to Gene's office, entering without knocking and going around pulling the blinds.

'What are you doing?' Gene asked, trying to sound outraged but only managing amusement.

Alex turned. 'Re-establishing your position at the top are we?' she asked, cocking an eyebrow, 'Poor Ray.'

'Poor bloody Ray my arse! And who's this 'we' You're not talking to one of your brain dead patients now Bolls.' he leaned back in his chair.

'Clients' Alex corrected, walking around the desk until she was next to him, and their legs were touching, 'You don't need to do it' she whispered, 'It's a given. You're the Guv- they know that'

He looked like a schoolboy being admonished by his headmistress; a headmistress he had an huge crush on, 'Fun though' he smiled sheepishly, stroking her knee, 'Got to keep them on their toes.'

Alex leaned down and kissed him. Gene's hand shot up and pulled her head towards him, prolonging the kiss.

'Fucking hell!' Ray stage- whispered from his position peering through the broken blind that didn't quite pull down completely, 'Come and look- Guv's 'aving DI Drake for breakfast!'

Soon about a dozen members of CID were crammed around him taking turns to look through the tiny crack, but after a while they drifted away one by one, feeling uncomfortable, knowing they were watching something private. Even Ray moved off after a bit and sat at his desk, not knowing quite how to feel. Jealous he supposed, but then he felt something else something he would never admit to anyone. He was actually pleased for the Guv, and for Drake too. Anyone with half a brain could see they belonged together.

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