A/N: Apologies for the lack of updates. Not got the internet sorted in my new place yet! But an early finish from a lecture has allowed me to get in the library with my laptop so here I am with Chapter 3.
Alex had only been to Gene's house once before; she'd dropped him off one night after work when the Quattro had been in the garage. But she remembered where it was. She was right in thinking he would go straight home and not to Luigi's; the light was on in the front room and his trademark red car sat on the drive. She parked on the opposite side of the street and walked up the path. She hammered on his door; her anger expressing itself. She refrained from shouting, fearing he wouldn't open the door if he knew it was her. He opened the door and nearly took Alex's breath away. She'd thought he'd looked sexy in his tux at the concert but now, with his top two buttons undone and his bow-tie hanging loosely around his neck he looked drop dead gorgeous. He eyes narrowed when he saw her,
"What do you want?" he growled, putting Alex on the defensive immediately.
"I wanted to talk to you. I waited for you-"
"I thought yer might. Did the fact that I left not give yer a clue that I didn't want to talk to you?"
"Well yes but-"
"Then go 'ome Bolly." Gene moved to shut the door but Alex saw his plan and took preventative action. She placed her foot in the hallway and put the full weight of her body against the door. She knew that if he really wanted to he could probably overpower her, but she also knew he wouldn't risk hurting her. Instead he gave up and moved back into the house, letting the door fall open again. "Look, if yer've come to take the piss can it not wait until Monday mornin'?" he asked as she followed him into his living room.
"I've not come to take the piss. I actually thought you were very good." Gene looked back at her.
"Really?" he asked, pouring two glasses of scotch.
"Really. You're very tuneful." Gene scoffed as he handed her a glass; Alex took this to mean that she was invited to stay and took a seat on the sofa.
"'Ow the 'ell did you even find out about it in the first place?" Gene asked, joining her. Alex blushed and looked down at the glass in her hands
"I followed you Thursday night."
"Nosey mare! Can't a man do anythin' anymore without someone wantin' to know about it?"
"You'd been acting strange; and you were lying to me."
"Still doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy Bolls." Alex had to concede he was right on that one. What business was it of hers what he did in his spare time?
"I know and I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you tell us?" she asked. "We could have come and supported you."
"Funnily enough, choir concerts don't really strike me as somethin' that Ray would enjoy in his spare time. I'd 'ave been the laughin' stock o' the station for weeks. For the department to run properly I need their respect, which I've got. Wouldn't keep it though; not if they ever found out."
"So you're not going to tell them?"
"No bloody point. I ain't doin' it anymore."
"What? Why?" Alex couldn't believe he was just going to give it up, not when he was so good at it and had obviously enjoyed it.
"Said to myself that I'd give it a go but I'd quit if it weren't right."
"Answer me something Gene. If I hadn't arrived tonight; hadn't stumbled upon your little secret, would you still be considering quitting?"
"Dunno. Maybe. I'm not convinced I'm right for it."
"Oh don't talk rubbish. Of course you are; you're very talented."
"Stop talkin' soft. Flamin' thing takes up too much time anyway. Rehearsin' and practisin'." Alex decided to try a different tack.
"Oh well that's a shame," she said, edging closer to him on the sofa. "I was really impressed with what I saw tonight." Her hand brushed over his thigh ever so gently and Gene's breath caught in his throat. "I also find men in tuxedos extremely irresistible." She was leaning in close now, giving him a good view down her shirt. She let her breath tickle his cheek before pulling away quickly. "But if you're going to give it up..." she let the sentence trail off, she was sure her meaning was clear.
"You bloody cock tease! If it's the tux that's the deal breaker Bolly, yer should know that I actually own this. I'd 'ave it whether I were in the flaimin' choir or not."
"Hmmm, that's tempting," she teased, moving in closer again, "but I also like a man who's got gumption; who wouldn't let what others think of him stop him from doing what he enjoyed."
"'Oo said I enjoyed it?"
"I was there Gene, I could tell." She let her gaze drop to his crotch and raised an eyebrow. "Just like I can tell you're enjoying this." Her hand dropped to his thigh again and began a tantalisingly slow journey towards up his leg. As she neared his crotch he grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
"Cos if yer carry on I won't be able to resist and you don't really want this."
"Who says?" Gene remained silent. "I know it seems like I'm using my sexuality to get my own way, and maybe to a certain extent I am, but I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want it. If I didn't want you. I've wanted you for a long time Gene; longer than I even realised." Gene had heard all he needed to and he couldn't hold back any longer. Cupping her face with his hands he met her lips with his own; initiating a passionate, frenzied kiss. Gene pulled Alex onto his lap so she was straddling him and their tongues duelled for dominance as their hands explored the shape and curves of each other's bodies over their clothes. Eventually, needing to breathe, Gene pulled back slightly, his hands resting on Alex's hips.
"You liked?" she asked with a smirk.
"Liked? Bloody 'ell Bolly that was one 'ell o' a first kiss."
"Want to do it again?"
"Is the Pope a catholic?" he retorted, before leaning in to continue their encounter but Alex moved to avoid his effort. "Wha-?"
"You can kiss me again, maybe even more...if you stay in the choir."
"Bolly!" he warned, leaning in once more, but again she dodged him.
"I mean it Gene. I won't see you give up something that obviously means so much to you. So what's it going to be?"
"Oh, alright if it'll stop yer moanin' an' get me some action!" Alex beamed and rewarded him with a bruising kiss. As she began undoing the buttons on his shirt and slipped her hand inside, Gene was certain he'd made the right choice. Yes, he might be the victim of ridicule and _ for a few weeks if the team ever found out, but that was more than worth having Alex in his arms. He'd been dreaming about this moment since he'd first clapped eyes on her and it was everything he'd imagined and more.
Alex smirked against Gene's neck as she peppered it with open mouthed kissed. While this hadn't been exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd arrived on his doorstep, she certainly wasn't complaining. Suddenly Gene stood up, causing Alex to let out a small squeal and Gene to chuckle in response. She didn't need to worry; Gene had a tight hold on her, but she wrapped her legs around him to secure herself just in case.
"Think we should take this upstairs Bolly, don't you?" he asked.
"As long as you don't decide to randomly break into song at an inopportune moment-" she stopped abruptly as Gene put her down on the floor.
"Cheeky mare! For that, yer can walk up!" Alex smirked, before turning and ascending the stairs. She swayed her hips more than usual, knowing he would be watching her. She was right; his gaze was transfixed on her arse as she moved, and Gene said a quick prayer of thanks to whoever might be up there for Alex being such a nosy cow, before following her up to his room.
A/N: Well that's it. I'm going to leave it to your imaginations as to what you think happened next. I know, I'm cruel aren't I? But the sad truth is that at the moment, I can commit to writing anything; my studies have to take priority.