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Repetitions of the Future	By : gallygaskins Category: 1 through F > Ashes to Ashes Views: 1464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14 – Lets make a night to remember!

After several weeks, things were beginning to settle back to normal. DCI Gene Hunt and DI Alex Drake were both back on full time duty, and CID was beginning to get back on track after having a back log of work to catch up on.

“… Anyway, not sure ‘bout what he said, like. Someat not right wit’ his story!” Gene and Alex had listened intently to DS Ray Carling and DC Chris Skelton for half an hour or so, the four of them sounding out explanations for Markham’s disappearance as they sat in the parked Quattro in a derelict part of the city. “Gut feelin’, Guv! Lacey’s explanation of events don’t quite cut it, especially as DC Burridge can’t remember a thing.” Ray continued.

“Perhaps …” Alex shook her head, “I could use regression techniques on Burridge.” Gene stared at her, his usual pout and perplexed forehead all too evident. Alex stared back, her face a blank, “what?” She asked, noticing he was about to say something, probably sarcasm knowing him as well as she did. Her forehead furrowed as she cut him off pointing her right index finger at his chest, “look, it’s a very useful tool under the right circumstances, Burridge may not remember because of the knock to his head. Regression may be able to take him far enough back so that we get a clearer picture of what happened.”

“Mumbo jumbo stuff …” Ray sniggered, elbowing an ever confused Chris in the ribs. He stopped abruptly when he realised that Gene was glaring at him.

“Try it!” Gene spat out, before removing his glare from his DS and looking back at her.

Surprised, Alex couldn’t compute what her DCI had just said. “What?” She asked.

“Try it; see what you come up with! No ‘arm in tryin’ is there, but we need evidence to back it all up, Bols!” They all nodded their agreement. “Right, so I’ll take you all back to the station; Bols, you have a word with Burridge, see if he’s up for it! Raymondo, Chris, start tailin’ Lacey, I wanna know what that toe rag is getting’ up to. Ok?”

“What are you going to do?” Alex asked as she climbed out of the car, let the other two out and then slumped her body over the car’s frame to look at him through the open door.

“I have a meeting with an old friend!” Gene simply stated, indicating that she should close the door as he wanted to drive away. Alex did as she was told; stepping back away from the kerb as he speedily drove away from her. She watched the car turn the corner out of sight before treading up the steps and into the station. She caught up with Ray and Chris tugging on Ray’s arm to stop him before he walked into CID.

Ray turned toward her, his face quizzical. “What’s up?”

She wasn’t quite sure what was up but doubt was nagging her, “do you have any idea who Gene is meeting with, again?”

“Don’t quote me on this but … I think it’s someone from Manchester. Nowt’s been said to me like an’ with you two bein’ as close as you are I’d ‘ave thought ‘e’d ‘ave told you.”

Alex shook her head; she was getting a little worried. Gene had started meeting with his mysterious contact for a week or so, not every night but certainly every other; suspicion was clouding her judgement, assumptions sprang up in answer, did she have any reason at all to suspect Gene was cheating on her? He was still courting her as their fledgling relationship had grown into something a lot stronger, she could feel his need for her increase with every moment they shared, every kiss accepted and given, every embrace cherished, so why would he have reason too? ‘Because this was how it started with Rob,’ her mind kept telling her. She shook her head again, refusing to accept that this was indeed true. “There must be some other explanation?” She questioned, as she made a mental note to try to prise the information from him later.

By the time they were ready to leave, checking that vital information was stored away out of sight, Alex, Ray, Chris and Shaz got into Ray’s car and made the short trip to Luigi’s. It was 7.35 pm when they crashed down the stairs, noisily entered the restaurant and ordered their first round.

Alex looked around in desperation, she’d have expected him to have been there by now, and he wasn’t at the bar or in his usual corner waiting for them to arrive. Forlornly, she checked her watch again, “where the hell are you?” She whispered, grabbing the carafe of red wine she had ordered and walking over to the corner table. She took his normal seat, knowing that from this position she would be able to see everyone that entered or left the trattoria.

She began drinking; checking her watch every few minutes, two hours eloped and still nothing. She’d sent Luigi off with a flea in his ear when the little Italian had come to her table and asked if she was alright. Finally, with her mood deflated and, what seemed like, six bottles of wine in her system she got up and exited the building, climbed the stairs to her flat and sort the solitude that was within. Tears had threatened an escape as soon as she’d got up from her table and now she was alone she allowed them to flow. She stripped herself as she walked to her bedroom, not caring where her clothes landed only caring about getting into her bed, cocooning herself and hibernating from the outside world.

She attempted to cheer herself up but every good memory kept leading back to her situation now. She decided that Gene was obviously seeing some tart, keeping up his prowess until it was time to take Alex to his bed. But she was too clever for that wasn’t she; she wasn’t going to be walked over by anyone ever again. She wasn’t going to let some two-timing, scheming, bastard ruin her life again. It had been bad enough the first time, she’d read the familiar signs, had her friends tell her what he was doing, eventually seeing his indiscretion for herself, humiliating her in front of her colleagues by bedding her co-worker, Janet. She’d been at home nursing poor Molly well whilst he’d been out with her, making excuses about working late and shagging Janet to kingdom come. “Once bitten …” she growled out as she sobbed into her pillow.

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When Gene finally arrived at Luigi’s no one was there. Walking over to the bar he noticed Luigi behind it polishing glasses. “Evening Luigi, where is everyone?” He asked his friend, taking the proffered glass of whisky and downing it in one.

“Chris and a Shaz went to the pictures; Ray went ‘ome with some blonde and a Signorina Alex went to ‘er flat.”

“Right, s'pose I’d better go see ‘ow she is!” Gene said turning from his position at the bar and starting to walk out.

“Signore Hunt, wait a moment.” Luigi called him back, “Alex wasn’t herself tonight, she kept checking ‘er watch, looking for you, maybe? I asked her if she was ok. But she told me to bugger off and leave her alone! She ate nothing, she drank too much, she was very unhappy. She looked like she was gonna cry.”

Concern washed his features, what had changed so quickly from when he had left her at the station to the time she’d gone upstairs. Heading for the door he uttered his ‘thank you’ to Luigi and quickly ascended the stairs to her front door. He knocked, listening intently hoping that he’d catch a rustle, a step, anything, but nothing was forthcoming. He knocked again, waiting once more for any kind of response, still nothing. He reached into his coat pocket for his keys, finding the one that she had given him the week before, ‘in case it’s needed,’ she’d told him, well it was bloody needed now, anxiety pushed past realism as he crossed the threshold into the space beyond wondering if something had happened, if she had been lost to him again.

He switched on the living room light, its garish glow illuminating everything that it touched. He made out the trail of clothes she had hastily left on the floor earlier, crossing the room to the bedroom where Alex was obviously sleeping or so he hoped. He carefully opened the door into her chamber not wishing to disturb her. Light spilled into the room and over the bed, he could see her sleeping form. He vigilantly crossed the room taking care not to wake and startle her, he wanted nothing more than to just watch her for a minute, safe in the knowledge that she was at least out of harm's way. He gently sat on the edge of the bed watching her bare back rise and fall in time with her familiar rhythmic breathing. ‘Wait, bare back?’ He questioned searching the room for the evidence; his eyes fell on something black and lacy at the foot of the bed. “Shit!”

“Gene?” He felt her moving behind him as he continued to look at the satin and lace that lay crumpled in a heap, studying the odd splash of red from the tiny bows that were strategically placed upon the undergarments. What the hell was he supposed to do now, he was rooted, not sure whether to turn to her, he sensed, angry figure or run out of the room and wait for her to make herself decent. Her hand clasped his shoulder, he wasn’t going anywhere. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Alex, I’m sorry I didn’t get t’ the restaurant earlier but my meeting went on longer than expected.”

“And that’s exactly how it starts, isn’t it? Look at me!” She ordered trying to get him to turn around with her one hand, he stayed where he was, his head hung silently down. “Look at me!” She shouted.

Gene obeyed, turning to look at her beautiful livid face. She was holding the duvet around her top half hitching it under her arms as she sat up against the headboard, her lips were pursed and her eyes wide with anger, her nostrils were flaring. His hand instinctively went to her face wanting to caress her cheek and take the pain away that glinted from behind her eyes, but she was having none of it swatting it away from her, she didn’t want him, didn’t need him, how could he? “What the blazes, Alex?”

“Who is she? Huh, Gene, some tart you’re knocking off? Or is it someone at work?”

“What the ‘ell are you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“This is how it started with Robert, the late nights, meetings at strange regular times of the day; do you honestly expect me to put up with it? May I remind you that it was you that wanted to court me, take things slowly,” she sobbed, “not rush into something that would make us both turn and run for the bloody hills!”

“Jesus, Bols, what the ‘ell has got into you. I’m away from you for one night and you’re treating me as if I’ve slept with half of London! I meant what I said, Alex, I want to do this properly, why would I cheat on ya, you’re the best bloody thing that ‘as ever ‘appened to me, do you really think I’d want to destroy that by doin’ someat stupid? And ‘oo the ‘ell is Robert?

Alex stopped crying. “Robert was my ex-husband; I caught him cheating on me after months of denial. She was my co-worker, Janet.”

“Shit, Bols, I’m sorry! Why ‘ave you ne’er told me any o’ this?”

Alex shrugged her shoulders, her depression evident. “I don’t know, didn’t seem important.”

Gene reached out again, hoping that this time she’d allow him the contact that she so sorely needed from him, she allowed him to. “’Onestly, you dozy mare,” he got a small smile from her, “I am most certainly not your ex, I may be a lot of things but I’m honourable, old fashioned even to a point. When I’m with someone, I’m with them and them alone. Alex, I would ne’er, could ne’er do that t’ you. I couldn’t do it t’ the missus and I didn’t love her half as much as I do you.”

“So, where have you been? I asked Ray and he seemed to think you were meeting with someone from Manchester!”

“And so you assumed this person not only to be female but also for me to be givin’ ‘er one!”

Gene turned his head away, his hand slipping from her cheek as he went, how could she think such a thing? It was now Alex’s turn to make things up to him. Tentatively she edged forward, taking care not to expose too much of herself. Her left arm reached around his shoulders, her right cupped his chin rubbing her thumb against the days bristle that was showing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she put her forehead against his shoulder, “I started believing things that just weren’t real, I began to conjure up bad memories of what had happened in the past, wait, my past. I couldn’t quite believe that you truly wanted to wait for me, that you loved me like you said you did. Gene, I love you so much,” she confessed, “there’s only one person I have ever loved more and that’s because she’s mine. I miss her so much!” She’d started to cry again.

Gene swung round taking her into his arms, his left hand threaded into her hair, his right toward the middle of her back; he could feel her soft skin tingle against his palm. He searched her eyes seeking the answers to his unspoken questions, did she want him to stay and comfort her? Love her? Show her what she meant to him? Her pupils dilated with thoughts of an intimacy they had not yet shared but hoped he would surrender to soon, her lips parted in anticipation for his kisses.

He laid her back on the bed, the duvet still covering her naked body as his arms kept his body centred over hers studying her face and her exquisite shoulders before finally reaching down and taking her mouth with his, slowly and gently. He left her mouth momentarily, tracing kisses over her cheek to her earlobe then down her neck and over the shoulder that she had exposed to him on every occasion that she could. He wanted to discover more but he wanted to do it leisurely making sure that the woman he loved understood by how much. His kisses trailed again, across the milky white collar bone and to the hollow at the base of her neck, suckling at it before crossing the distance to her other shoulder.

Alex threw her head back in ecstasy, his obviously tender and measured movements increasing her need of him with every kiss he laid upon her skin. She followed his route instinctively knowing exactly which spot he would choose next until he once again found her mouth, searching with his tongue finding hers and allowing them to dance to their own merry tune. She groaned for him to touch her more, she placed her hands on his back caressing him through his still clothed frame.

They broke apart, both full of desire, both wanting and needing, both alight from the other’s touch and both wondering if they should really carry on. “Alex?” Gene asked his voice husky.

Alex’s was much the same when she answered him, “Yes, Gene?”

“I think maybe I’ve courted you enough! I know ‘ow I feel about you, I want … I need to show you!”

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” She asked wickedly.

Gene smiled softly, “Asking!” He replied.

He watched her nod her head, “I’m ready to show you too!” Gene sat up knowing he had still to remove his attire, Alex came with him, the duvet falling away from her torso revealing her breasts. With any other woman Gene knew he’d have made some comment about them, how big or small they were, the colour of their nipples, anything to make himself feel good and keep his dominance, but he had more respect for Alex than that. “Beautiful!” He stated. Her focus stayed with him but she became almost shy from his remark. “Alex,” he placed his right hand under her chin, “I’m sorry, I can’t ‘elp myself sometimes, but you are completely beautiful to me, I look at you in wonder because I’ve never wanted to treat someone with kid gloves before, afraid that I’ll ‘urt ‘em or break ‘em, bruise ‘em even. You’re everythin’ to me, can’t believe you blushed over one word!”

“No one has ever said it before, I’ve waited all my life to hear it, Gene, and of all the people I expected to say it you were the least likely.”

“Not even your ‘usband?” He asked, becoming bewildered by her shaking head. “Then ‘e didn’t deserve you anyway.” He caught her head between his hands and landed another kiss, Alex’s hands instinctively finding their way to the buttons of his striped white shirt and beginning to pull at them. He sat back, smiling at her as she hurried to unclasp them all and roll his shirt; jacket and coat off in one go from his shoulders and back. He pulled them from under him, not expecting her question, as he threw them in a heap on the floor.

“Where’s your vest?” She giggled as her hands went to his chest and stroked the sparse soft golden hair that only lay on his biceps.

“Well,” he surmised, “I decided to dispense with ‘em seein’ as I didn’t think you’d be turned on by ‘em.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like them!”

“No only that you were goin’ to take the piss out o’ me, if I remember!”

“Mmm, I suppose so, but I liked it when we were in Edgehampton!”

“God, I want to do this properly and all I can think about is getting’ it o’er an’ done with at the moment.” She giggled again. “Please let me do this properly, Alex.” She nodded, her hands now dropping from his chest to the waistband of his trousers, seeking out the zip and clasp to undo them. “That’s not going to help either, young lady!” He exclaimed, getting up from the bed taking a couple of steps away and letting his trousers drop to the floor as he edged each of his boots off with the opposite foot. He quickly dispensed with his socks walking back to the bed wearing a pair of light blue boxers.

Alex gazed expectantly at his crotch, ‘bigger in every department’ he’d told her, and if the bulge was anything to go by then yes, he most certainly was. “What’s up?” He asked, noticing that she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off him since he’d turned and walked back to the bed.

“Nothing, only that!” She said pointing to him.

Was she ever going to let him do what he wanted, he shot her a warning look as he watched her bite her lower lip, acting like a four year old that had just been told off. Despair took over, “Alex? Please?” She nodded again, calming down and silencing herself, waiting patiently for him to satiate both their needs. He wanted to see her, needed to before he did anything else. She was still sat up exposing her breasts, he motioned for her to lie down, and she did so obligingly. Tugging at the duvet he slowly pulled it from her body and studied her naked form, his mouth opened in wonder, she was so beautiful in every respect, what the hell did she want with him. His confidence failed him, he sat on the edge of the bed his back to her, and he put his head in his hands and raked his fingers through his hair.

Alex lay there as he’d instructed her to do, totally perplexed by his actions. “What’s wrong, Gene?” she asked, her question barely audible.

“Why me?” He asked.

Was he having second thoughts? Did he believe that she was too beautiful for him, because he was that much older than her and showing a pot belly? She moved from her spot and positioned herself behind him. Her arms went around his torso, her legs found their way around his waist and she held him, caressing him and kissing his back. “Gene, please show me what I mean to you!”

Her words were his encouragement, as was the fire he could feel at the base of his spine fully aware of her sex resting against his skin. He pulled away and knelt on the floor in front of her. Gently he cupped her breasts in his hands, circling them with his palms and rubbing her nipples exciting her further, she pulled herself closer to the edge of the bed, she had an idea of what he was about to do and she wanted to be ready. Her legs parted as he pulled himself closer to her taking her mouth once again before tracing another line of kisses down to her sternum and then to her breasts, assaulting the right before taking the left in his mouth and gently tugging at the now fully erect bud, his hands still continuing their assault on any expanse of flesh he felt he needed to cover. As he slid further down toward her sex she lent back finally lying back on the bed her pelvis tilted up ready for his kisses. He pulled her closer to him supporting her with his hands, allowing her to fold her right leg over his strong shoulder as he kissed and nibbled her thighs moving ever closer to his goal.

He sat back momentarily, glancing at what lay before him, “beautiful,” he said again before taking her with his mouth and darting his tongue against the spot he knew would send her crashing towards rapture for the first time that evening. He felt her body jolt into a pattern that meant she was on her way, her hands now in his hair massaging his scalp as he continued to pleasure her, she continued to ride the wave calling his name out as he sent her over the edge to oblivion.

Slowly her body recovered as he got up from his position on the floor, took off his boxers throwing them onto the pile, moved her over slightly and climbed onto the bed next to her. As he lay on his side watching her come back to him he brushed strands of damp hair away from her face. “How was that?” He asked her, his voice caressing her as he spoke.

“I … don’t … think … that’s … ever … been … that … good … before!” She grinned, opening her eyes slightly to gauge his reaction to her answer.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, delicately tracing patterns around her breasts willing them to respond to him again.

“God, what are you trying to do to me, Gene?”

“Exactly what I told you I was going to do, show you how much I love you!” He took her mouth again, positioning himself above her and sliding down between her legs, “just tell me when you’re ready for me, ok?” He kissed and caressed every part of her body waiting for her signal, finally she pulled her legs up and outward, smiling at him gesturing that she was ready. He entered her, slowly at first, giving her as much as she was able to take before withdrawing and starting over again and again. He allowed her to climb gradually with him, if there was something he did enjoy it was an unhurried rise to climax, he’d never rushed it knowing that pleasure for both of them was important and if that meant waiting for her then so be it, he was practised at this he knew exactly what he was doing. They soared together, furtively kissing and touching each other as they continued toward their mutual peak, satisfying each other. He felt her muscles tighten and again she began to call his name out, he knew she was near. He began pushing a little harder; he wanted them to culminate together, their rhythm increased.

“Gene, I’m …”

“Yeah, me too, Alex!” He responded, exploding within her as he cried out her name. Instantly, he fell against her seeking her out with his hands and bringing her into his embrace, kissing her forehead as he waited for his body to slow down.

Alex folded herself around him, waiting for the moment when their union would break, but continuing her hold once that had happened. “Gene, that was remarkable!”

His smile was lazy as he snuggled closer to her, “No, we were remarkable!” As they held onto each other they both drifted off into the most blissful sleep that either of them had had in ages.
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