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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 18 – Christmas presents!

They’d spent virtually the whole weekend in the huge Bridal bed loving one another, and their last session had been no exception. It was as if neither could get enough of the other, in the bed, out of the bed, in the shower, the bath, they’d even had to call out for extra bubble bath at one point. Alex looked at the clock, 7.30 pm. It was Sunday evening, where had the weekend gone? Alex got up from the luxury of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

“I just need the loo,” she replied, “back in a sec!” She’d sat there for what seemed like ages, deciding what to do or say, still holding the evidence in her hands.

The door opened and Gene strolled in as bold as brass, “Ooops! Sorry!” He exclaimed as she quickly put the paper in the toilet, got up and flushed. “Wondered if you’d got lost!” He watched her wash her hands, “are you ok?” She nodded, but he could tell something wasn’t right, “Alex, come on, tell me, please? No secrets, isn’t that what we said?” She nodded again, tears in her eyes. He pulled her to his chest holding her close. “Are you hurtin’? ‘Ave I been too rough wit’ you, big oaf that I am sometimes?” Her head shook, “what then, you’re not givin’ me much to work wit’ ‘ere!”

She pulled away from him and walked back into the bedroom, discovering a bathrobe and putting it on, the towelling fabric making her feel warm and cosy. She took a seat by the window, picking out different boats twinkling lights as they bobbed up and down on the near calm river. “Gene?”

He’d mirrored her every movement, sitting down next to her watching her intently. “Yeah?”

“Do you remember much about your wife’s pregnancy?”

“Not really, she kept most of it t’ ‘erself. She we’re three months gone before she even told me, over Sunday dinner. ‘Gene, I’m pregnant, just promise you’ll be around in about 6 months when it’s due!’ There were so many things I wanted to do for ‘er, make ‘er comfortable, but she wouldn’t ‘ave any of it. After a while I carried on as if it ‘ad ne’er ‘appened, an’ when the phone call came I got there as quick as I could. Did me bit like she’d asked, wetted the baby’s ‘ead that night. How ‘bout you?”

“I told Rob as soon as I knew, 5 or 6 weeks I think, I wanted him there to help but he seemed to somehow resent it. I mean he was happy, but it meant him having to spend time away from his friends and, as I later found out, his girlfriend. He helped out a bit, he wasn’t brilliant by any stretch of the imagination, half the time I just told him to get lost and leave me to it. It didn’t help that I had pre-eclampsia, wait they used to call it toxaemia I think!” Gene nodded, he knew what that was, the ex had had it too. “When Molly arrived he was on business in America, he got back as quickly as he could but it just wasn’t the same. I was 21, still training and had a husband that didn’t much care for me or the baby. When I was finally able to support myself and Molly I moved him out, bought his share of the house off him and carried on with my life. Anyway, bad times, apart from Molly that is. Evan was a great help too.”

“Why are we talkin’ ‘bout this?” He asked as he watched her move from her seat over to the bed and pull back the covers, inspecting them for he knew not what!

She looked over to him and sat on the bed. “You know we’ve joked about the semi, with the kids?”

“You thought I was jokin’?”

“No, ok not a joke, a chat!” He was frustrating sometimes.

“Yeah?”

“How soon would you like that to happen, exactly?”

“I’m not getting’ any younger, Bols!”

“Jesus Christ, Gene. Just answer the bloody question!”

He got up from where he sat and moved to where she sat. “I don’t care, t’ be ‘onest, why?”

She bit her lip looking up at his face. She caught his blue eyes asking her his question again, ‘why?’ “Well … there is a possibility that it may have happened this weekend!”

His mouth dropped open; the quizzical lines appeared on his forehead. “Are you bloody wonda woman or someat, ‘ow could you possibly know that?”

“Gene, firstly, it’s not like we’ve used protection and I’m not on the pill! Secondly, I remember from experience, when conception happens in many women there is sometimes bleeding and as I’m not due to ‘have the decorator’s in’ for at least two weeks then hey, guess what, I might be preggers!”

“There’s no need for sarcasm, Bolly. And why aren’t you on the pill?”

“You’re asking me that?” She asked, her hackles rising. “Why weren’t you the gentleman and carried some condoms,” he got up from his seat and retrieved his wallet, sheepishly he pulled out a couple of familiar wrappers, “and you didn’t think to tell me you had them?” The gall of the man, she began laughing.

“I don’t really think this is a laughing matter, Alex!” He said sternly.

Alex was still roaring, “No? How stupid are we then? We’ve been making love all weekend, I’ve not thought about getting myself contraceptives whilst you’ve been busy courting me and obviously we’ve been so caught up in each other that you’ve forgotten about them!” She chocked out, pointing to his booty, “what was it you said, ‘head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil’? I think you can count us both in on that one!”

He sat back down on the bed, chuckling to himself. She was right of course, how stupid were they? Not that he minded, and like he’d said he wasn’t getting any younger. “Better start looking for a three bed then!”

“Three Bed?”

“Yeah, tomorrow, when we start lookin’ for an ‘ouse! Unless you’re ‘opin’ for a big family!”

“I think two little you's running about might very well be enough, thank you!”

“They might be two little you’s!” He growled, grabbing her to him and pushing her down onto the bed, he was insatiable at times. Realising his wallet was still in his hands he threw it on the floor, the contents spilling onto the floor. “Won’t be needin’ them for a while,” he smirked, as she laughed at his comment, before he took her into another one of his languid kisses.

Sat up in bed, Alex was waiting for Gene to wake up. She’d been playing the events of their weekend at the Savoy, over and over in her head. It had been over three weeks ago and she had some news, but she’d wanted to wait. It was Christmas Day after all, they were in their new house and later on they’d be entertaining, she wanted to make sure he knew before company arrived.

She couldn’t wait any longer, leaning over she pressed her lips to his temple willing him to open his eyes and lovingly cast those beautiful blue orbs of his over her scantily clad body. “If you wanted a Christmas quickie, Bols,” he said, waking at her gesture and grabbing her hand, putting it onto his silky ‘morning glory’, “then that’s all you needed to do.”

She pulled her hand back, “maybe in a bit, I want to give one of your presents to you first!”

“One of ‘em?” He asked now fully awake and sitting up next to her, both of them leaning back against the bed head. She nodded. From the bedside cabinet drawer she pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. She’d attached a red gift bow and written ‘Happy Christmas, Gene XXX’ on it. “What’s this?”

“Take a look,” she ordered, watching him tear open the envelope and unfold the piece of paper that was within.

He sat looking over the information that was contained on the copy of a doctor’s report. ‘Urine test results - Alexandra Drake’ it read, he scanned down the list of possible tests, everything was normal apart from one, “gravida?”

“Mmm, it’s Latin. It basically means pregnant woman!” She smiled, “we’re having a baby!”

“Yeah?” She nodded her confirmation, “we’re havin’ a baby! Great, that’s bloody brilliant,” he clasped his hands on her shoulders, “well done, Bolly, you did it!”

“You do remember being a party to actually fertilizing one of my eggs!”

“What d’you mean?”

“You, me, having sex. Getting it on. Your sperm, my egg, and wham bam, we … I repeat, we … did it!”

“You really know ‘ow to spoil the mood don’t ya!” He grimaced, then it dawned on him, “so no more quickie’s for a while then! An’ I were just getting’ used to ‘em!”

“Whoa, hold on there, honcho! You’re not hanging up your spurs just yet!” His eyebrows shot skyward with her western analogies. “I intend for you to ‘die with your boots on’!”

“Eh? Nil comprende!”

“What goes on in that head of yours?”

“Well, I ‘eard somewhere, that sex ‘urts the baby!”

“That a 70’s thing, is it? You forget, you’re talking to a woman who has the foresight of medical advances; there is nothing wrong with us having a quickie or a longie should we choose to do either. Right up to the birth, in fact. In most cases where pre-eclampsia is present, and I hope to God I don’t get it again, it’s actually supposed to help. Something in the semen apparently. So if you really want to help me out?” Her eyes shone wickedly.

“Well, in that case, no reason why I can’t oblige the missus in whatever it is she wants!” He said pushing her back down onto the bed and kissing her exposed skin.

“It’s a two way street, Gene, whenever you want it too, you only have to ask. Just remember that my body is going to be going through lots of changes for a while and I’m going to be tired and irritable in my last three months.”

“Great, like havin’ the decorator’s in for thirteen weeks then!”

“Mmm, but if you keep doing this to me,” she groaned as his hands rubbed her nipples through the lacy fabric of her coffee coloured nightdress, “there isn’t going to be as much stress and tension and I should have a relatively easy birth, oh Gene Genie!”

“What?” He asked, observing through the lace cups the rosy buds of her breasts as they sprang to life under his touch. Bending down he teased one with his tongue, before gently pulling the spaghetti strap down her arm and letting her flesh escape from its confine. “So what you’re really saying is, the more sex the better, is that right?” He continued his assault. She nodded her head, coherent speech she was no longer capable of, “Suits me!” He pulled her nightdress down from her body, lifting her bottom up when he needed to drag the fabric from off her form. He pressed back down on to her, kissing her mouth first then sliding his way down to reach her centre, she opened her legs for him allowing him access as he discovered how wet she was with his tongue.

Somehow it seemed different today, maybe he was enjoying it more because it was Christmas and he had yet to give her her present, something he couldn’t really wait to do but he’d planned his moment carefully and that moment wasn’t yet. Or maybe it was because that with renewed vigour he realised that this was it, his second chance. He was the proud lion, who would do anything and everything within his power to make sure his mate was happy, healthy and comfortable. And if sex was what she wanted then by God he would give it to her, even if it killed him.

He sucked at her nectar, feeling his own arousal was now as hard as he’d ever been, he grazed her clit, she gave a yelp in satisfaction, crying out for more, and he gladly gratified her request seeking it again and again as his tongue darted about. Finally, when he could take it no more and she was asking him to enter he did as he was bid. “If that’s what my lady wants,” he purred, pushing his stem into the silky cavity that always gave him so much pleasure.

This morning he wouldn’t be long and nor would she, by all accounts, but tonight it would be different. Tonight he would take his time, tonight he would ask her to climb on top of him and ride him as he watched her breasts bounce along to their united rhythm. Watch her as she’d coyly reach down and feel him within her, he knew instinctively what she’d do and the bright shy smile that she would give him when she’d wonder how the hell he could fill her totally with his penis. And as their intensity increased she would reach out for his hands placing them on her breasts and then not caring where they ended up as long as they started there, sometimes she’d even cover them with her own hands and if he began touching her elsewhere she would play with her own nipples or reach down and play with his, wherever the mood took her.

It never bothered him what she wanted because he was a giver and to see his woman in absolute ecstasy writhing under his dominance was what he needed to heighten his own pleasure. He got what he needed from his release and the odd occasional time when she felt she needed to give him something back; maybe tonight she would, he could always ask her to, with his burly frame lent up on pillows he’d be able to watch her as she worked her way up his manhood, sucking and licking in that way she knew would get him as hard as nails and then some. She’d look up to him when she was ready to take him into her mouth and smile, closing her eyes as her lips sealed around his tip and gently moved up and down his length taking in what she could. That would be enough for him to beg her to straddle him, take him inside her, do what he was meant to do and shoot his seed within her. When he was desperately close to his target, he’d watch to see how close she was to her own satisfaction helping her with his fingers against her nub, his actions exciting her and never then taking her long to reach her climax, her orgasm sending her spiralling out of control screaming his name as he too would join her, breathing out her name. In all honesty, he couldn’t wait, but that was later.

Getting his mind back to the present he realised he’d been thinking a bit too much and it wasn’t working as well as it should be. “Got any suggestions?” He asked.

“Well, yes, we could do it doggy style, I mean we’re going to have to get used to finding different ways as I get bigger and that’s one position that’s always quite good.”

“Doggy style?”

“Yes, like two dogs …”

“I get the picture, Bols! ‘Ow do we do it?” He allowed her to move and turn over and get herself in position. Using the pillows as support she knelt on all fours lowering her chest to the pillows so raising her bottom toward him, she opened her knees to hip width and looked back at him, “I never thought I’d see the day when I’d finally get the chance to see that bony rump of yours again, from this angle anyway.”

“Just get on with it, I’m getting a bit cold and my arousal is subsiding!”

“Bet you say ‘at t’ all the boys!” He joked, putting his hand to her core and placing two of them within her, she was soon off again as he continued to ride them in and out of her and over her clit.

“I’m ready!” She gasped.

“Yeah, you’re rump’s definitely quivering,” he agreed, taking his fingers out and replacing them with his cock, his hands now at her hips helping her to grind her body against his. Panting, they reached their climax quickly and he rested himself against her back as his erection subsided. Once free they both collapsed onto their sides and they spooned as he tugged the covers back over them.

“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.

“Mmm, yeah, now I see why dog’s do it!” They both laughed, drifting off to sleep momentarily before the alarm would inevitably wake them up to start Christmas day together properly.

*************

“That was a wonderful dinner,” Sam said, taking the bottle of wine from the table and filling up glasses, “thank you Alex,” she had her hand over her glass, “don’t you want anymore?”

“I’m fine thanks Sam, cutting down a bit. Drink far too much on occasion!” A knowing glance came her way from Annie; she knew she’d been rumbled there. Not that there was much left to the imagination with the inane grin that was plastered over Gene’s face. “Thank you all for coming!”

“Thank you for inviting us!” Annie joined in, “and for the lovely presents. You’ve spoilt Danny rotten!”

“Well, it’s not everyday ‘e gets to see ‘is godfather, is it?” Gene questioned.

“You sound like Marlon Brando,” Alex interjected, “what are you going to do? Take him to one side and show him how to kneecap someone?”

“If he does that, I’ll get him suspended!”

“Yes, thank you, DI Drake and DCI Tyler, I’ll wait until either ‘e’s 18 or I’m retired before I do that!” They laughed all turning to look at the little boy who was fast asleep on the sofa.

“Better take ‘im ‘ome soon, hadn’t we Sam? Let these two get on!” Sam nodded his agreement to Annie’s remarks.

“’Ow’s the suite, Sammy boy!”

“Very nice, Gene, thanks. I’m not going to ask how you managed to get it for us at such short notice. But its great, Annie and I are …”

“I don’t think I want t’ know what it is that you two get up t’ in the bedroom department!”

“I was going to say, we are expecting our second child in June and this little break has been good for us, all three of us actually.”

Gene got up from his seat and pulled Sam into his biggest bear hug, whacking him on the back a few times for good measure. “Congratulations, knew you weren’t a poof or a one ‘it wonder!” Annie and Alex looked at one another, shaking their heads, and then back to the two men. Gene was staring at Alex intently by this time, “Can I?” Alex was reluctant, they’d talked about this, miscarriages were common in the first three months and she’d wanted to wait until that had passed before telling people. “Please?” He continued.

“He’s like a little kid, when he doesn’t get his own way!” She looked up to him searching his face for an explanation, realising that it was because he needed to tell someone and that someone had to be Sam. “Alright then,” she sighed.

“Alex and me! We’re havin’ one too!” Another bear hug with Sam whacking Gene on the back this time, ‘honestly male bonding’ Alex thought.

“I knew it,” Annie said, delightedly, “when you said you didn’t want anymore wine, I knew it! Congratulations, Alex.”

Alex glowed, despite herself, “it’s still very early, three and a half weeks, still chance of … well lets not think of that.”

“Are you happy about it?”

“Yes, Annie,” she smiled at Gene, his own shining back. “I’m very happy about it. I can’t think of a time when I was happier!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Sam said picking up his glass and raising it for a toast.

“Wait!” Gene interrupted. “There’s someat else first!” Sam quickly remembered the little plan that Gene had put in place and took a present from out of his pocket. He passed it to Gene. Gene looked at it and then at Alex, gaining the courage he needed to complete his task. He watched as Sam walked around the table and put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. Alex, unsure what was going on kept looking between the three faces that were on her. Gene knelt down in front of her, “’Eres your big present!” He whispered, handing over the small box covered in Christmas paper and a small bow. She tore into it, allowing the wrappings to fall on the carpet between Gene and herself. She opened the box and stared at the ring that was inside, the delicate princess cut diamond winking as she moved it in the light. Gene took the box from her, taking the ring from inside and placing the box on the table. “Bolly, would you consider havin’ this overweight, over the hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic homophobe, what else were it you called me?” He said over his shoulder to Sam.

“Umm, I think it was … with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding.”

Alex laughed, “Providing you would consider this posh, mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil.”

“Officially like, marry me, Alex?”

“I’d be a fool not to! Officially or unofficially I don’t much care but yes, Gene, I will marry you!” He slipped the ring on her left index finger and incredibly it fitted. “How on earth did you manage to get the right size?”

“As well as bein’ everywhere Bolly, I know everything!” She playfully punched him, “I got the details from Granger, when we had to do that undercover for the diamond heist.”

“Please tell me this isn’t one of those rings.”

He grinned wickedly, “what do you take me for, losing evidence, I don’t think so! It’s bought and paid for, Sam’ll vouch for it!” She watched Sam nod his head. Gene brought her attention back to him, “you happy?” She nodded, “good, me too!” He drew her into one of his kisses before they all finally took there seats once more and allowed Sam to carry on with his toast.

**************

They watched their friends leave and as Gene closed the front door Alex made a move to clear up the remaining glasses from the dining room. Gene caught her arm, “where do you think you’re goin’?

“To finish off cleaning up!”

He shook his head at her, “we can do that tomorrow! I want to open my last present!” He growled, his eyes unable to continue hiding the lust that had been locked behind them all day.

“What last present?” She teased.

“You!” He said as he quickly followed her retreating form upstairs, catching her on the landing. Stealthily peeling of her clothes to reveal her in her underwear. “They new?”

She nodded, standing now only in a cream satin and lace fitted teddy top and french knicker set “Do you like?” She said knowing that his eyes were trailing over the lace enclosed breasts and the triangle that went down from her navel to the beginnings of her core.

“Do you really have to ask me that? Come here, Bolly!” He picked her up and took her into the bedroom, “there’s something I want you to do for the Manc Lion!”
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