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Chapter 15 – Fantasy number 2.

Sam popped his head around Gene’s office door, “got a minute, Guv?”

“Sure, Sam. Come in.” Sam entered shutting the door behind him. “What’s up?”

“Well, a couple of things actually. Firstly, I know its two weeks off yet but Annie and I would be delighted if you, Alex and Molly would join us for Boxing Day.”

“We’ve got Evan up then.”

“He can come too.”

“Do you know what you’re sayin’?” Gene asked, fidgeting at the mere mention of Alex’s godfather’s name.

“Yes, I do. When do you intend to ask him about his affair with Alex’s mum?”

“As soon as ‘e walks through the front door.” Sam’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “No, actually, I’m goin’ t’ give ‘im 5 minutes t’ get settled … then I’m goin’ t’ ask ‘im.”

Sam shook his head, “you really don’t trust him do you?”

“Not since I spoke t’ Hinkley, I don’t. I mean, why not tell your god-daughter what ‘appened, she’s old enough t’ be able t’ comprehend the kind of relationship ‘e ‘ad with ‘er mother.”

“Perhaps he feels he’d lose her as a result of telling her.”

“I don’t know, I just don’t get it, at all. ‘Er dad was a fruit loop an’ all. Poor Alex, its goin’ t’ bloody ‘urt when she finds out ‘bout ‘im an’ what ‘e intended t’ do t’ ‘er.”

“Which is why you have to do this, Gene? She’s going to need you to be strong for her. Which is the other reason I’m here too?”

“Why?” Gene asked him.

“This may not be connected, of course, but on the same morning of the bombing an Arthur Layton was released from Wormwood Scrubs by the Price’s legal team, of which Evan White was a part of until he resigned that very morning too.”

“Are you suggestin’ that ‘e may be in this with Tim Price?”

“No, Gene, why would he be if he was seeing Caroline, and Tim’s intention was to blow up the whole family? No, but I do think that Layton is involved somewhere along the line. So, I called in a favour and got someone to go around to the most recent address we found for him, in London. He wasn’t there and hadn’t been there for a couple of months. Usual snouts didn’t know where he was. He had some recent offences for petty burglary and fencing so we thought someone might know. He seemed to have disappeared until he was spotted 2 weeks ago, in Stockport.” Sam threw the folder down triumphantly on Gene’s desk.

“Stockport?” Gene opened the folder, skim reading the contents.

“Yeah, so I’ve got J Division keeping an eye on him for the minute.”

“’E were arrested in 1981 for drug offences an’ put into Scrubs. The Price’s got ‘im off on a human rights technicality or rather Tim Price did, but the paperwork were signed by an Evan White.”

“Yes, Guv.”

“So, why did ‘e then ‘and in ‘is resignation? And what the ‘ell is Layton doin’ up ‘ere?”

“Those are questions that we’re going to need answers to. Plus, Layton has never been convicted of any explosive related crime so why did Tim Price want him out? And if he had no idea about explosives, nor, I think it would be right and safe to assume, had Tim Price, then who made the bomb?”

“Layton could’ve planted it?”

“I was thinking that myself, Gene. But you’d need to have an idea of how to make one and I just don’t think Layton would know how. We could be looking at Tim Price buying the bomb from a terrorist group, of which there were plenty active at the time including the IRA.”

“Unless, it’s a little simpler than that. The Price’s legal team, did they get anyone else released around the time of the explosion?”

“No, I did go back through to see if there were any but there weren’t. What are you thinking?”

“The bomb were built by an expert.” Sam looked at him quizzically. “An explosives expert, an army employee.”

“Of course, I wonder if he knew any.”

“Can’t exactly ask Alex, not that she’d probably remember only being 8 at the time. Perhaps that’s another question I need t’ ask Evan?”

“And in the meantime I’ll see if I can find any connections on that line of enquiry too.”

“Perhaps Layton is up ‘ere for unfinished business.”

“Like what? The army employee has everything whilst he has nothing?”

“Plausible, or ‘e might be ‘ere for Alex. No, ‘e wouldn’t be, surely.”

“Best keep an eye on her, Gene.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. A knock sounded at the door, “come in,” Gene said, shuffling the papers back into the folder and handing it back to Sam as Alex walked into the office. “’Ello, gorgeous.” She smiled at him. “Right, Sam, keep me in the loop, eh? I’m off to ‘ave a spot of lunch with my beautiful fiancée.”

“Ok, Guv. Have a nice time, both of you.” Sam said, knowingly as he got up from his seat, the folder in hand. “And don’t forget about Boxing Day.”

“No, I’ll ask.” Gene returned watching Sam exit the room before holding his hand out to Alex and getting her to sit on his knee.

“What’s going on then?” Alex questioned.

“About what?” Gene said, evasively.

“Boxing Day? Why what else is going on?” She asked, sensing there was more to Sam’s being in Gene’s office than met the eye.

“Nothing, I were just askin’ Sam ‘bout a suggestion for your Christmas present.” Gene lied.

“Shouldn’t you be asking me?”

“I suppose so, what do you want?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Surprise me.”

“Bloody women.” He stated whilst grinning, getting a slap on his arm for his trouble. “I’ll get you some kinky underwear then.”

“I’d say that was more for you than for me. So what’s happening on Boxing Day?”

“Annie an’ Sam ‘ave invited all of us over for the day.”

“All of us?”

“Yeah, you, me, Molly an’ Evan.”

“Oh, ok, sounds good. Now what do you want for dinner?”

“Do you really ‘ave t’ ask?”

“Besides me,” she smiled. “How about we get some sandwiches from the deli across the road?”

“’Ow ‘bout I go an’ get them an’ you go an’ get yourself comfortable in your office?”

“Oh, is it time for fantasy number 2 to be played out then?”

“I think so, don’t you?”

“Right, I’ll get Barbara to take her break and see you in 10 minutes or so.”

.oOo.

Gene stepped into Alex’s office holding out the bagged sandwiches to her as he locked the door behind him. “’Ow long ‘ave we got?”

“I told Barbara to come back at 2.30 pm; got her to run some errands for me in the city so it’ll probably be nearer 3 pm by the time she gets back.”

“You are one smart cookie,” he said, sidling over to her and enveloping her in his embrace. “’Ow did I manage t’ bag you. Still can’t believe my luck.”

“No luck involved,” she managed, her breathing becoming erratic from his close proximity to her. “Your charming ways won me over. Gene, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, anything.”

“Why did you never get married again?”

“I’ve remembered a lot of things that ‘appened now, I fell in love with you Alex, at Bramshill. Didn’t think you’d actually marry that bloke an’ when I read that first letter you sent me it ‘urt, really badly, it … you seemed so callous. You probably didn’t mean t’ be but it felt like it. Before I’d met you I’d ‘ad plenty of women, one night stands, nothin’ that lasted more than a few dates because losin’ Becky was the worst thin’ that could’ve ‘appened an’ I didn’t believe I could love again. An’ then after you, I thought I’d been punished for the way I’d treated women before knowin’ you. I ‘ad a few relationships but nothin’ that measured up t’ either one of you. That’s why I never married, never found anyone good enough.” He reached up his hand to run his thumb down her cheek. She lent into him savouring the feeling of his touch, sighing and closing her eyes as it travelled further down over her breast. “Are you sure you want t’ do this?” He whispered.

She nodded, smiling, “yes, of course. Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“No, I’ll just sit over ‘ere,” he walked over to the easy chair with all the cushions, sitting into it, “an’ let you play it out again, just as you did the first time.”

“Ok,” she walked back to the door, resting her frame against it as she remembered how it had gone. “Do you want me to give you a running commentary?”

“If it’ll ‘elp, but don’t do it on my account only.”

“Right,” she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and took herself back to the time when Gene and herself had gone out for coffee. “We’d just shaken hands, in the corridor outside your office before I walked up to mine and let myself in. Your touch had lit a fuse inside of me and as soon as I shut the door behind me I lent against it, my hand at my crotch, my thighs squeezed together.” He watched her as she repeated the moves. “I walked over to the desk, leaning over it and supporting myself, my legs were weak, and I could feel a tingle building up in my core. I picked up the receiver and asked Barbara to make sure I wasn’t disturbed, replacing it just as quickly.

“I staggered over to the sofa, opening the fly of my trousers and allowing them to drop to the floor,” they fell from her frame and she stepped out of them, she looked at him quickly noticing the look of amusement behind his eyes, loving the unexpected sight of her thong as she walked around the sofa and sat down on it. “I lay back, closing my eyes, imagining you here, sitting there where you are actually, and sitting in the exact same spot you chose on the first day you sat in this office, when I asked you if you remembered me.

“Anyway, I lay back, closed my eyes and imagined you sitting there just watching me, waiting for me to give you the green light to have your way with me,” her voice grew huskier as she continued on. “I imagined your hands over me,” her hands went to her breasts, “I imagined you kissing me, down my neck, over my collarbone, down my cleavage, to first one breast, then the other.” Her hands went to her jacket, pulling at the buttons and pulling the opening wide, repeating the action with her blouse, her bra now on show, and her hands went back to her breast, circling the tips to bring them to peak. She felt inside one cup and pinched the bud making her body buck uncontrollably.

“I started to feel myself getting wet from your hands being over me, silently wishing that you’d run your hands over my pussy and slide a finger inside me.” He watched her as her hand left the inside of the bra cup and felt its way down over her stomach and underneath the fabric of her thong. She gasped as she slipped her finger over her clit and into her core, the velvety walls soaking with her juices, “You whispered to me, telling me how wet I was, telling me how you loved the feel of me, how you loved to finger me, I felt you put another finger inside of me and then another and I could feel myself getting wetter as you kept telling me. You fingered my clit with your other hand,” she moved her other hand to where the first was still riding in and out of her. “I could feel your fingers moving faster and I joined your rhythm.” She began panting, her breathing hitching as she climbed higher. “I saw stars, as I began to come, I … I … Gene.”

Gene pulled himself out of his seat, undid his fly and pulled his solid erection from out of his boxers before joining her on the sofa. Her hands were still inside her thong covering her mound; he pulled them out before pulling the underwear down her legs. “Alex, I’m so ‘ot for you, do you want me?”

“Yes, Gene, now. I want you now.”

He brought her hips around to meet his and he swiftly entered her sopping wet core. “Jesus, Alex. You’re so wet.”

“More, Gene. Say it again.”

“You’re wet, my angel. Wet for me, I love you.” He bucked his hips against hers, which she finally responded to meeting him with her own. “Alex, I’m goin’ t’ come.”

“Yes, Gene, come in me.”

He did, shooting his load deep within her as she convulsed around him, waves of happy contentment making her juices flow over him as he stayed within her until she had finished her own orgasm. “That was good, Alex. ‘Ope you do more of that for me when we get ‘ome.”

“Anytime,” she said, collapsing into the cushions.

He pulled away from her, returning her thong to where he’d pulled it from. He kissed her stomach before sitting back and sorting himself out, letting Alex enjoy her moment for a bit longer. When she started to move he gathered her to him, hugging and kissing her for all she was worth, before helping her to sort herself out. “Did you enjoy that?”

“I think that was better this time,” she blushed, “talking about it as I was going along and actually knowing that you were sat there watching me, it was great. Like phone sex but without the phone and then when you plunged into me, well that finished me off nicely.”

“Glad I could be of assistance. So, that’s 2 down with 2 t’ go.”

“Mmm, would you care to show me the doodle?”

“’Ere.”

“You carry it about with you?”

“Wouldn’t want it getting’ in the wrong ‘ands now, would I?”

She opened up the paper, smirking at the drawing. “No, we wouldn’t. How exactly do you envisage it happening, I mean I’m not sure we could actually physically do it that way.”

He leant into her, whispering in her ear. “I don’t bloody care ‘ow we do it as long as I get to ‘ave you over my desk.”

She smiled, “well in that case, maybe we could sort it out one night next week. I’ll get someone to look after Molly, you could stay late and I could come in on the proviso that I need to help you out.”

“Ok. That’s a date.”

Alex looked at her watch, “oh its 2 pm, I think I’d better just go and sort myself out a bit, can you make us a cuppa and then we can eat?”

“Ok, precious. See you in 5.”

Alex unlocked the door and walked out, “Barbara? I thought I’d sent you on lunch?”

“You did,” Gene heard the secretary say to Alex as the door swung to, “it’s just that there was a big accident on the way into Manchester and I thought I’d best not chance it.”

“Right, ok,” Alex stuttered, “very wise.” She went to the ladies and within 5 minutes she was back in her office. “I’m sure she was smirking at me,” Alex said to Gene when she returned and the door had closed once more.

“She probably ‘eard us.”

Alex sat down next to him and put her head in her hands. “Oh God, we’re going to be the talk of the station.”

“We’re a consentin’ couple who ‘ave nothin’ t’ ‘ide, considerin’ we already ‘ave a daughter together an’ we’re getting’ married soon. We’re also on our dinner break.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“I never thought I’d see you look so shame faced,” Gene sniggered, as he handed over her sandwich and drink to her.

“I feel dirty.”

“Dirty? Good, means I get to wash your back later on.” He teased, grinning at her.

She smiled back at him, shaking her head. “I love you, Gene Hunt, God help me.”

“And I love you, Alex Drake, soon t’ be Mrs Alexandra ‘Unt. Can’t wait.”

She threaded her arm though his as she bit into her sandwich, attempting to get as close to him as she could. He unhooked his arm from hers and laid it over her shoulders holding her to him. “I can’t wait either,” she replied.
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