Friday Night ----- for bolliknickers

[mancunian_lion]

"...You're terrified of women --"

"Bollocks. Completely baffled maybe, but not terrified."

If there was one thing Gene Hunt prided himself on, it was not the absolute, indisputable fact that he was completely incapable of feeling terror in any form though he still made sure everyone in his department knew, it was that should even a modicum of self-

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[bolliknickers]

She'd been the one to ask him out, this time. Now, as she changes clothes for the third time, Alex wasn't quite sure what the hell she was thinking when she'd done that. A bloody 'soft' moment, perhaps, as the bloke in question would have put it

[mancunian_lion]

Gene took a moment to look her up and down as she climbed into the cab, blue eyes roaming appreciatively over the dress she'd chosen. If he recalled correctly, that was the very same dress she'd been wearing when he'd attempted to stamp her arse... Until they'd been so rudely interrupted by Price, of course. He knew there was a reason he'd never taken to that woman aside from the fact that she was a thieving, leeching, blood-sucking lawyer.

"You look nice." The compliment came with a generous helping of incredulity, coupled with a raised eyebrow. Maybe not as slutty as he might otherwise have liked but she had said that they were going somewhere posh... Posher than Luigi's at any rate. He supposed it actually was quite nice to think that she'd made that sort of effort, even if he was flattering himself by thinking she'd had him in mind. But then, in a dress so form fitting, chances were she didn't have any knickers on, so maybe it wasn't a complete waste either

[bolliknickers]

Alex chose to be generous and overlook the incredulity. "Thank you," she smiled. (And, if she were being entirely honest with herself, preened slightly under his unabashed attentions.) "You don't scrub up too badly, either, Gene."

He turned to look out the window and she followed suit, the lights of London dancing by as they made their way through the city. She loved the capital at night, always had. As a child, it had seemed almost magical, the interplay of light and shadow, the old buildings and the modern, dirt and glitz.

Even as an adult, watching the Millennium bridge come into being while Molly was a small child. The London Eye. And now, back in the heart of New Romantic London, for all the crime and ugliness... oh, she was a London girl at heart.

"I love this city," she murmured, reaching for his hand.

[mancunian_lion]

"Could be worse," he replied, turning back to her, letting her take his hand in her smaller one. "Even though it's filled with a buncha mouthy Southerners." The small smirk at the corner of his mouth was enough of an indication that he had a particular Londoner in mind.

Gene, however, didn't much care for it. The rules down here were different and so was his power to manipulate them to his liking. As much as he loathed to admit it, he wasn't so much the sheriff of this city than he was simply the deputy, the monkey to the organ grinder. He suspected that if circumstances had been different, had Sam not gone and chucked himself into the river and had his wife not decided she was sick and tired of him, he'd still be in Manchester, keeping the streets clean with Tyler at his side.

But that was all in the past now. Now, he had Alex...