karaokegal (karaokegal) wrote,
karaokegal
karaokegal

  • Location:
  • Mood:

MMOM Day 18-"Chasing Time" Ashes to Ashes Alex/Gene Rating-R

Title: Chasing Time
Fandom: Ashes to Ashes
Pairing: Alex/Gene
Rating: R
Wordcount: 400
Notes: Written for MMOM 2012, Day 18. Prompt from photo_prompt. Challenge #15. Unbeta'd. Comments, concrit and Britchecking welcome.
Summary: What has Alex done to deserve this?

Also available at:
A03
Dreamwidth
FF.Net





Alex had a list of things she planned to do as soon as she woke up.

Somewhere between hugging Molly until the poor girl begged to be released and treating herself to a shopping spree at Harvey Nichols, she intended to give her unconscious a good, long talking to, starting with asking it what the hell was going on? It was bad enough to be trapped in an hallucination with these bloody Neanderthals, but the worst part was the fantasies.

In 2008, Alex Drake had no problem conjuring up explicit scenarios to enhance her sex life, whether solo or with a partner. However, even her most graphic daydreams tended to the more romantic side. Her imagined couplings took place on tropical islands, generally with a spectacular sunset in the background of tropical lagoons featuring men who treated her passionately, but with respect. Yes, there was a bit of Mills & Boon about them, but along with a tingly gel and a good vibrator, they certainly got the job done without too much damage to her self-esteem.

So why, in the name of all that was holy, did the 1983 version, find herself spending nearly every night, and some moments of the day, absolutely consumed with pornographic images starring the King of the Neanderthals himself, Gene Hunt. The fantasies were as filthy as anything floating around the darkest recesses of the not-yet born internet, devoid of romantic dialogue or travelogue scenery.

Instead of blue lagoons and white sand beaches, she saw herself being taken in dark alleys and grubby offices, forced against walls and pushed over desks, while Gene growled his demeaning obscenities in her ear, calling every ugly name in his extensive repertoire of vulgarity. She hated it, hated him, hated her body for responding, her fingers for pressing roughly into her cunt and forcing her body into multiple climaxes.

She’d wake up raw and sore on her ridiculous sofa, with Gene banging at her door to kick start another day of her nightmare. On a good day, he might just say she looked tired, but most days weren’t good.

“Rise and shine, Bols. Blimey! I’ve seen Cheetham Hill slappers after a night on the town who looked better than you do right now.”

“Thanks, Guv. You’re a ray of sunshine yourself. ”

Oh yeah. That was going to be a very, very long talk.

If she ever got home.


Tags: alex drake, ashes to ashes, fanfic, gene hunt, gene/alex, het, mmom, mmom 2012
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 4 comments