I don't own any of the Ashes to Ashes characters

Just a short one- Enjoy!

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It was warm; so exquisitely warm, in fact, that as he coated his fingers with the silky substance of it, he wondered how it could be so delectably hot to the touch without burning him. His fingers moved easily through it, slick with it, the tangible, delectable scent drifting to his nostrils as he bent his head to inhale, the musky smell twisting and twining into his sinuses like some foreign and exotic spice – and to him it was exactly that - teasing and tantalising him until he could stand it no more. He lifted his fingers to his lips, sighing and moaning as his tongue caressed the liquid silk, tasting and savouring...

It was sweet, warm, delectable, and he could barely restrain himself as he covered his digits with his mouth, eyes closed as his tongue delicately extracting each scrap of molten silk from his fingers. A soft groan of pleasure left his lips, and he sucked briefly on his fingers once more before plunging both of them back into the warm cavern that held such sweet elixir, digits once again becoming covered in the slick liquid as his mouth followed suit, echoing the path of his fingers as he swiped up and down with enthusiasm, his tongue strong and supple as it traced its path lightly, devouring swiftly, savouring every ounce, every available scrap of this heavenly gift.

Smooth on his tongue and in his mouth, he swallowed greedily, the perfect blend almost too exquisite to bear, wondering how long he could keep this up, how long he could keep tasting and testing; when would it run out- would it even run out? He hoped not...

The fingers of his other hand quivered, gripping tighter as he eased tongue and fingers over the smooth offering, each movement followed by a soft sigh, a gentle breath of contentment and delight...

His tongue tingled with delightful pleasure at the taste, his lungs filled with the sweet and heady scent, and his whole body seemed wracked with joy as he continued on in fervour, capturing each droplet and savouring it deliciously. He took up the last remnants he could, feverishly pressing his mouth closer as he sucked and licked, ignorant as his nose brushed slightly against it, the slight dampness barely noticeable as he continued on and on, the only noise the soft murmurs of delight, groans of delicious enjoyment....

"I take it you like it, then?" Alex asked smugly, and as Gene looked up, a guilty expression settled over his features, tongue peeking out of his lips as he glanced at his glistening fingers and tasting the sweet mixture on his mouth, he couldn't help but gulp and avert his eyes, suddenly ashamed of his selfishness. She snorted, closing the distance between them and swiping expertly at the evidence of his excursion currently dotting his face. Some covered the corner of his mouth and the tip of his nose, and a moment later she had bent forwards, lips covering the offending remnants and slowly working them from his skin. "Better than Bolly?" Her voice was teasing and sultry, and the underlying note caused Gene to stiffen in excited anticipation.

"Nothing's better than Bolly," Gene growled, placing the bowl in his sticky hands aside and grasping her hips, pulling her down onto the sofa and settling his body firmly above hers.

"Could've fooled me, Gene," Alex murmured as his mouth found her neck. "If I'd known you were quite so enthusiastic about cinnamon icing, I'd have made another batch."

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Mage of the Heart