RP: Bad Romance Part I (Gene/Alex, Sam/Keats, Sam/Gene)

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This will hopefully only be only two posts, split in half most awesomely by yours truly. If you're actually following the RP then you know the story so far as this follows from My Lover, the Devil. The first part is rated Brown Cortina for het sex.

Gene: talkingtothesky 
Alex: bastardlyarmed 
Sam: sammyboy 
Keats: amber_mel 

Alex:

Mornin', Gene. Or whoever you are.

Gene:

What d'yer mean 'whoever you are'?!

Alex:

Oh come on, Gene. Why would Keats hate you so much if you weren't special in some way?

Gene:

*knocks on the door to Bolly's flat*

Alex:

*yelling* Hold on! *muttering* It better not be the devil...*walks over and opens the door* Gene.

Alex:

Something the matter? Need me at CID?

Gene:

*leans against door frame* You look like you need a drink.

Gene:

*holds out bottle of wine*

Alex:

*smiles* Come in, let me get some glasses...

Gene:

*looks around flat* Did you tidy up in 'ere?

Alex:

*gets two glasses* Yeah, that's what I was doing before you...*shocked* you actually knocked.

Gene:

What you on about, Bolly, I always knock.

Sam:

{Must have started the knocking thing after Sam then... sorry, carry on XD}

Alex:

No, you don't, you usually batter doors down and...oh, sod it, let's have a drink. *sits on her couch and puts down the two glasses*

Gene:

*plonks himself down on couch gratefully*

Alex:

*smiles* You alright? After...you know.

Gene:

*props his legs up on the table* You know what?

Alex:

*takes the wine bottle and pours two glasses of wine* The thing. With Keats being the devil...and Sam. You know! I mean, I still can't wrap my head around it...

Gene:

You left, Bolly. You ran and left us.

Alex:

...I know. I was bloody confused. I still am, to be honest...

Alex:

What am I saying? This is all in my head anyway.

Gene:

*sips from wine glass* No, it's not

Alex:

Yes, it is! The Devil doesn't exist. People can't come back from the dead.

Alex:

It's just my over-active imagination at work again.

Gene:

*shrugs* Can't they?

Alex:

No, they can't. It's. Not. Possible. *takes a sip of wine* Wow. This is really good wine.

Gene:

You're a psychologist, Bolly. I'll leave you to work out the brainy stuff.

Gene:

All i know is...things are never what they seem.

Gene:

'Course it's good wine. The Gene Genie knows his drink.

Alex:

Yeah? Well, I'm sick of it. I'm supposed to be the one in control!

Gene:

*smirks* See, that's what I like about you.

Alex:

...You're not helping, "Gene".

Alex:

And anyway, what are you? I mean, Keats hates you with a fiery passion, no offense

Gene:

Don't waggle your fingers when you say my name!

Gene:

I'm whoever you bloody want me to be!

Gene:

Told you before, I don't care what Keats thinks.

Alex:

*sips wine* Dammit, Gene, could you bloody TRUST ME FOR ONCE?! Just tell me the truth.

Gene:

*dangles his glass from his fingers by the rim* No, I can't. *looks down*

Alex:

I'm sorry, is that "No, I can't trust you, Alex" or "No, I can't tell you the truth, Alex"?

Gene:

*looks away* The truth...

Gene:

The truth is very bloody overrated.

Alex:

*sips wine* I think I can handle the truth, Gene.

Gene:

Got no doubt you can handle the truth, Bols. Just not sure I can.

Alex:

*sips wine* Let me go put something on. Have any requests?

Gene:

*shakes head* Do your worst.

Alex:

*puts on Spandau Ballet then sits back down* Why can't you handle the truth, Gene?

Gene:

*swallows back the rest of his drink*

Gene:

Because it's shit.

Gene:

And if I tell you, you'll leave.

Alex:

I won't leave.

Gene:

And I'll never see you again.

Gene:

I don't want that, Alex

Alex:

I won't leave.

Gene:

Yes, you will.

Alex:

Why do you say that?

Alex:

I'm not going to leave. I can't leave.

Gene:

You'll realise how much you hate this place

Gene:

Ain't that what you been saying since the beginning?

Gene:

'I want to go home' she tells me

Alex:

*smiles* I don't hate it so much anymore.

Gene:

I know.

Alex:

But...but if I learn what this "truth" is, then I'll hate this place? What could you say to make me hate this place?

Gene:

*leans in, hesitates millimetres from her lips, checking whether she wants this*

Alex:

Gene?

Gene:

Alex...

Gene:

*takes a deep breath*

Alex:

*cups his cheek and kisses*

Gene:

*presses his lips firmly against hers, relief and joy flooding through him*

Alex:

*lets go for air* Gene...I thought...*blushes*

Gene:

*softly* What is it?

Gene:

If it's me bloody aftershave, Mrs Fruitcake...

Alex:

I thought...Sam...

Gene:

*shifts back as if slapped*

Gene:

*turns half away from Alex, pinches the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger*

Alex:

*shocked, looks away, quickly* I'm sorry, if that's a sore subject with you I won't bring it up again...

Gene:

I can't...I can't think about him now, right? *looks guiltily at the floor*

Gene:

*mutters* He bloody died on me

Alex:

*puts her arms around him and hugs him close* But he's back.

Alex:

Or...or do you mean...

Gene:

*leans his face against her shoulder*

Alex:

Look, never mind. I won't bring it up again.

Gene:

I won't let him leave. Neither of you.

Gene:

*strokes a hand down her back, plays with the hem of her top* I need to forget, Alex, I need to...

Alex:

*murmuring* Stop teasing, Gene.

Alex:

*grabs the glass and downs the rest of the wine*

Alex:

*plays with the front of his shirt*

Gene:

*lifts his head and kisses her mouth again, this time demanding entrance, sliding his tongue against hers*

Alex:

*fumbles with the buttons on his shirt, kissing back*

Gene:

*slides hand beneath her blouse, stroking the soft skin at her lower back*

Gene:

*breaks the kiss, pops open her top two buttons, leers at her* So, front or back?

Alex:

*bites lip* Front. I want to see your handsome face.

Gene:

Right. *grins* I meant your bra, Bolly.

Alex:

Does it matter, Gene? You're just going to rip it off.

Gene:

*kisses her quickly* S'pose I am, yeah.

Alex:

*kisses back, ripping the front of his shirt*

Gene:

*tears open the rest of her blouse, buttons scattering everywhere*

Gene:

*tips his head to lick a broad stripe down her neck and between her breasts*

Alex:

*yelps in surprise, then runs her fingers through his hair*

Gene:

*moves his head away again, strokes a thumb over one of Alex's nipples through red satin*

Alex:

*moans, runs her hand down his bare chest* Tease...

Gene:

Arms. Lift 'em.

Alex:

*lifts arms*

Gene:

*slides Alex's top down over her shoulders and off her arms*

Gene:

*unclasps her bra and flings that away too*

Alex:

You know...there's the bedroom.

Gene:

*kisses her deeply*

Gene:

We movin' then?

Alex:

I don't think this couch is big enough for the both of us.

Alex:

*thinking: also, I secretly want you to carry me off into the bedroom*

Gene:

Fair enough! *hoists Alex into his arms, nearly tripping over her fallen top and tries to navigate a way round the coffee table*

Alex:

Whoa! *grins, then puts arms around his neck and kisses his cheek, trailing down to his neck*

Alex:

*nibbles at his neck*

Gene:

*eventually manages to kick open the bedroom door and plonk her down unceremoniously on the bed*

Alex:

*giggles*

Gene:

*tears off his own shirt and then moves to straddle her on the bed*

Alex:

*gasps, then runs her hand down his chest and down to his belt, taking off the belt and unzipping his trousers*

Gene:

*resumes stroking his tongue over her breasts, revelling in the salty-sweet taste of her skin*

Alex:

*strokes the head of his dick with a finger then grips it and starts pumping*

Alex:

*moans*

Gene:

*moves back up her body to nip and bite at her neck*

Alex:

*runs her hands down his back slowly and softly, breath catches*

Gene:

*thrusts his cock slowly against her thigh*

Gene:

*slides his fingers under the waistband of her trousers to knead her arse, lifting himself up to give her more room and so as not to crush her*

Gene:

*waistband

Gene:

*with his other hand, trails a forefinger up over her belly button to eventually swirl around her breast*

Gene:

*then takes it in his palm and squeezes*

Alex:

*groans* Shit, Gene...

Gene:

*slides her trousers to her knees, realises she's still got her red high heels on*

Alex:

...Gene?

Alex:

*looks over at the heels* Oh.

Gene:

*takes her shoes off, caressing her ankle as he goes, removes trousers and slips the shoes back on*

Gene:

*voice a little hoarse as he moves back up to kiss her throat* god, you're gorgeous

Gene:

spread out beneath me like this *lowers himself down to nudge at her entrance*

Gene:

those lovely boots on

Gene:

been wearing them all this time for me, haven't yer?

Gene:

*slides in with a small, shallow thrust*

Alex:

*smirks*

Alex:

*breath catches* Oh god...

Gene:

oh, god.

Gene:

*pushes a bit further in, props his weight up with arms either side of her, muscles cording as he edges in further*

Gene:

*takes it slowly, allowing her to adjust to the feel of him*

Alex:

*moans with each thrust* You feel so good, Gene...

Gene:

*another small movement and he's almost fully sheathed inside her*

Gene:

*grunts* we should...never have...waited so long for this

Alex:

*breathless* Your fault, Gene. *small smile*

Gene:

all mine, was it? *gasps as he draws out a little before slamming back in again*

Gene:

*breathes hot and heavy in her ear* alex

Alex:

*moans loud at the thrust*

Alex:

Yes...Gene...?

Gene:

*increasing the speed of his thrusts, feeling something powerful coursing through his veins*

Gene:

not..not gonna lose you

Alex:

*moans louder* I'm here...how are you going to lose me?

Gene:

*slams in, panting slightly, bead of sweat trickling down his neck*

Gene:

you... need to...need to stay

Alex:

*breath catches in her throat, only nods*

Alex:

*brushes his chest, then licks his sweat off her fingers*

Gene:

*pounds into her tight heat, heartbeat thundering in his ears*

Alex:

*murmurs Gene's name as he pounds into her, squirms a little*

Gene:

*whispers in her ear* come for me, alex

Gene:

i wanna hear your gorgeous posh voice screaming my name, you filthy tart

Alex:

Well, if you don't fuck harder, you sex god, I might never come.

Gene:

we've been heading towards this for years, you and your boots and your lipstick

Gene:

teasing me all this time

Gene:

*moans as feels alex clench around him*

Alex:

Why didn't you say anything? *moans*

Alex:

All those years and you could've said something, Gene...

Gene:

you kept wantin' ter go 'ome

Gene:

*feels balls tightening as climax builds*

Alex:

*brushes his cheek* I think I've found it.

Gene:

*one more thrust and he's coming, saying alex's name over and over*

Gene:

*rolls to the side so as not to crush her*