Room 6620, The Morning Of...

[lady_bols]

The evening had passed quietly, with no more talk of promises or commitment, or anything of consequence, really.

She'd tried to fall asleep, but only succeeded in dozing lightly off and on.  Every time he shifted or exhaled too sharply, she'd found herself wide awake.  Hypervigilance, she thought.  Her mind was fixated on the thought that she might miss saying goodbye. He wouldn't dare sneak out on her.  He was a bastard sometimes, but he wasn't exactly heartless.

Well, most of the time.

When the first light of dawn hit the windows, she was already awake, listening to the sound of his breathing.  She debated getting up and laying out his suit for him, but that would mean leaving the warmth of the bed.

'Love?  It's time.'

She knows he's anxious to get back.  A part of her understands, remembering how hard it was those first few days and weeks in Fenchurch, waiting to wake up from the nightmare.  At least he has the option to go home.

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[lady_bols]

'It is. This time I know where you're going, and I know you'll be back.'

She smiles again, and this time it reaches her eyes. One eyebrow arches imperiously.

'And when you get back, I'm going to snog your face off. And then, I'm going to shag you blind.

[the_gene_genie]

He smiles too. It has a smug hint to it.

'Definitely an incentive for me to hurry back.'

He leans up to kiss her again, because they might as well get their fill while they can. If that's possible.

[lady_bols]

She leans into him, trying to keep it soft and tender, but still, letting him feel the deeper currents. It's not goodbye. It's a promise for better times. For more warmth and touch, and solace. She silently vows, in this kiss, that grief will not define them. It will be an ever present companion, for both of them, each with their own reasons, but it will not rule them.

She pauses to take a breath, her forehead resting against his. 'I love you, Gene Hunt,' she breathes against his cheek, and does not give him time to respond before stealing the next kiss. She rests against him, shoulder to knee, and gives him the strength of her body, gives him a reason to want to return.

This may not be the life they wanted, either of them. But it's a chance, and isn't that all they ever wanted?

[the_gene_genie]

It always breaks him a bit, when she says it. He's not sure what he's done to deserve it. And very sure that he's not worth it, but he can't give it up.

He wraps his arms around her as they kiss, and holds her as close against him as he can. If he didn't already have a reason to return, this would give him one. And right now, he's not sure how to define them outside of this grief - but there's hope, maybe, that it can happen. He's willing to try.

[lady_bols]

He holds her so close, she can feel his heart beating. His scent surrounds her, and she draws it into her lungs, letting it soothe her.

'You're never going to get out of here at this rate,' she murmurs. 'And the sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back. And the sooner you come back, the sooner we can,' she grins a little, still kissing him, 'get on with the good stuff.'

[the_gene_genie]

Nope, still not letting her go.

'You mean you were going to send me out with nothin' to remember you by?'

He looks hurt. Or would do, if he weren't still kissing her.

'Heartless.'

[lady_bols]

Her grin broadens, making more kisses difficult but not impossible. If he feels good enough to flirt, then he's doing better.

'You can't remember, that's the whole problem.' Another kiss. 'So I guess you'll just,' and another, soft and slow, 'have to leave me something to remember you by.'

[the_gene_genie]

'Oh, well,' his arms are already tight around her. It's the easiest thing to plant a foot on the bed, and roll them so she's underneath him. 'I expect I can manage that.'

He settles between her legs, and lets her kisses do their work on his body.

'You know. If I try.'

[lady_bols]

She sighs, feeling his weight settle above her, arranging her long legs around his hips. Another soft mouthful, and one hand finds its home on his cheek.

'Do you want to remember this? On the other side? Because we could write notes, or something...'

[the_gene_genie]

He shakes his head, looking down on her.

'Can't, love,' he says, softly.

'You've got to let me get a clean break.'

He kisses her again.

'You know I'll come back.'

[lady_bols]

'I know,' she murmurs, pushing down the dark wave of fear twisting in her gut. She knows he had a wife when Sam was with him. Maybe that was different. Maybe it's the truth that he's afraid of holding onto.

She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck. He's strong enough, she knows. To have the truth and this, too. He just doesn't realize it. Her fingertips delve into his hair, feeling the warmth of his scalp under her palm. Her sigh feathers over his lips, and she sips his breath.

'Tell me again.'

[the_gene_genie]

He smiles again, and lifts up enough to slip his hand between their bodies. His fingers press gently between her legs, find her clit and start to stroke.

'How much you going to miss me, Bols?'

It's said quietly, with humour and a fair bit of sass. But his eyes are serious. he doesn't want to leave her here on her own, and while it's him that can't help but forget, there's a nagging doubt too - that she might choose to.

[lady_bols]

She shudders with pleasure, her lips parting in a breathless sigh.

'More than...,' she whispers, and her hands grip him tighter, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

More than she misses her daughter. More than she misses her old life. He means the world to her now, doesn't he know that?

A laugh bubbles up in her chest, and she grins, albeit a bit sad. 'A lot.'

And then she kisses him again, her touch fiercely possesive, because there are no words for how much her heart will ache for him while they are apart.

[the_gene_genie]

He sinks into the kiss with a quiet moan; a few seconds later, and he sinks into her, sliding home with practiced ease. He's still kissing her as he fills her, pressing deep, wanting to get as close as he can one last time.

He breaks the kiss to breathe, but doesn't move away. Stays so close their noses slide together; lips just a whisper away from hers. He moves so slowly, it's barely movement at all. Just a silent appreciation of her letting him do this, of how close they can get.

[lady_bols]

Her breath shudders out in a long sigh, and she presses back, her hips curling against his. The pleasure is different this time, not sharp and bright, edged with all the tension of holding back for so long. It's warm, suffusing up through her torso, down her limbs, reminding her that this is what it feels like to be alive.

She moves with him, sinking into that delicious rocking motion, her hands stroking over his back, down his sides and back up again. His scent surrounds her, the vibration of his moans tingling in her skin. All she can do is hold onto this, for as long as he'll let her.

Another kiss, soft and short, because she can. Because he lets her. Because she wants to, above all else.

[the_gene_genie]

He doesn't bother picking the pace up. If this is going to be their last time for...well, God knows how long, then he wants to make it last. So he just closes his eyes, and appreciates the feel of her hands roaming over him, the tension of her legs, the glorious warmth that clenches at him as he moves.

He can't stop - doesn't want to stop - the small noises she pulls from his throat; can't stop his lips touching wherever they can reach. This is still new enough that every time feels like a new exploration, and it's a bit scary because he could still mess everything up, but it's far too good to stay away from.

'Gonna miss this,' he murmurs, against her throat.

'Wish you could come back.'

[lady_bols]

Her head tips back, welcoming the feel of his mouth on the thin skin of her throat. She laughs, and it aches, because she knows she can't, however much she might want to.

'Someone else is in my flat now.' She winds herself around him, her body rocking in gentle counterpoint to his. Her grip tightens fractionally, hands and heels, pleasure shimmering through her, driving away the dark thoughts. He'll be back. He promised.

'We'd -- ah -- have to stay at your place. In that big bed of yours?'