A/N- This was inspired by the Pointer Sister's song Fire. Which, if you don't know it, is about a couple that are in love or at least in lust, only she doesn't want to admit it. Sound familiar?
It was happening again just like last week and, just like before, Alex was powerless to stop it.
Gene turned up at her front door, with an indifferent look.
"It's a nice night, fancy a drive, Bols?"
"No, not with you."
He turned on his heal, heading away and Alex felt a sudden lost. Didn't he know how to play the game? That a woman wanted to be flattered and courted? Not by him obviously, she didn't want him, didn't want those long arms around her, didn't want that foul mouth on hers, that offensive tongue sliding across hers. She hastily shut the door and followed him down to tell him again that she had no intension of going anywhere with him.
He was standing at the Quattro a look of smug triumph on his face, passenger door held open for her.
"Gene, I'm not going anywhere with you."
They were on some waste ground away from prying eyes, even the radio was on his side, traitorously playing one love song after another. Alex told herself that she'd only sat in the back with him to be more comfortable as she explained that she wanted him to take her home – now, but somehow the words never made it to her tongue.
He reached over and put a gentle hand on her knee, noting her eyes close briefly and her lower lip caught between shiny white teeth for a second as she struggled to summon up her anger.
"Get off me you oaf, I don't want you." But there was no conviction in her voice.
He watched her as his hand travelled sensuously up her denim-clad thigh, noting the hitch in her breathing. She only had to push at his hand and it would be removed, they both knew it, just as they both knew she wouldn't do it.
He pulled her towards him softly, giving her every chance to avoid his kiss, not realising that his silvery blue eyes held her transfixed, it would have been easier to break free from one of Fenchurch East's locked cells than that laser bright gaze.
"Don't want this, don't want you." She gasped weakly.
Liar! That word was written all over his face, shining from his eyes and may even have left his mouth, but she couldn't be sure because of the heartbeat pounding in her ears.
His mouth was the complete antithesis of his hands and when it plundered hers, Alex knew she was lost again and rejoiced in her defeat.
And afterwards, as they came down slowly down from dizzy orgasm, she asked shyly.
"D'you want to come back to the flat for a drink?"
"Long as you don't read anything in to it, 's not like I love you or anything."
Gene grinned, Alex understood the game at last.