Five Things Fic
Title: Five Times Annie and Gene Kissed
Author: galacticowl
Rating: PG-13, Green Cortina
Word Count: 2,367
Pairing: het, Gene/Annie
Notes: This is for Annie month, (thank you very much Loz, for suggesting it!), and the five things stories, they've been great and a big influence on me. I've never written anything like this before,and I've never written Gene/Annie before. Please leave feedback, even if you don't like it. Constructive criticism is the only way a writer learns what works and what doesn't.
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own anything, Kudos and the BBC do.
Many things to Jaceybatts and DD for your unfailing support and to DorsetGirl, and CW for their support and help with my stories. Thanks also to dorcus_justine for writing a story called Five Times Annie Fancied Gene. It's a lovely story and it helped inspire me to write this.
This story is unbetaed. I'm sorry for the mistakes.
ONE
Annie dreaded having to walk into the Guv's office and find out what he wanted. He had sent Sam to get her, Sam of all people. She had been going through old case files. Why did he want to see her, especially at this time of day? Wasn't it beer o' clock as the Guv was so fond of saying?
Annie sighed and put the files on the table behind her. She smoothed down her white blouse and her brown patterned skirt.
She walked down the hall to the Guv's office. The Inner Sanctum, that's what she called it. The door was partly open. She knocked on it softly and it swung open all the way.
The Guv was sitting behind the desk, long legs on top of the desk, one foot crossed over the other, his arms behind his head. Annie surprised herself by thinking how, well, how good looking he was. It wasn't that she hadn't thought this before but she had always pushed it to the back of her mind. Now, that one thought pushed all the others aside and beat like a drum in her head.
"You asked to see me, Guv?" Annie asked, her mouth getting dry.
"Shut the door behind you, Cartwright. Finished with the Conway files?"
Annie shut the door and walked toward the desk.
"Yes, Guv, I just finished and came right down here." Annie couldn't take her eyes off Gene as he lowered his legs to the floor and got up from his chair. His hair curled over his shirt collar, and his blue green eyes looked her over like he had never see her before.
"You probably think I want you to ask you a question about the Conway murder, don’t you Cartwright?" Annie didn’t know what to think as Gene came toward her.
"No, I...I didn't think you called me for that, Guv. Do you need to discuss another case?
Gene quickly closed the short distance between them. Annie's heart was beating wildly.
Before she could say another word, Gene put one arm around her waist and his palm against her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. He didn't try to open her mouth with his tongue, but her mouth opened under his before she could stop it. He slipped his tongue inside, but only for a tantalizing second. Then he moved his lips over hers and pulled back, looking at her. Annie's head was spinning.
"Guv, why....I don't……know. Why did you do that?" His lips were softer and warmer than she had ever imagined. And she had imagined it.
Gene stared at her and the corners of his mouth turned up in that impudent, pouty grin he had that drove her mad because it made him look like he knew all the secrets in the world.
“You’re the one who studied psychology at university, as you’re always telling us, Luv.“
Annie regained some composure. She set her shoulders back and stood up straight, her shiny hair swinging above her shoulders.
“Just because I studied psychology doesn’t mean I know why you do things.”
For a long minute they stared at each other, each holding their ground. Then Gene went back toward the desk, and leaned against it, folding his arms across his chest.
"I did it, Cartwright, because I knew you'd let me."
Annie backed out of Gene’s office her eyes never leaving his face, and his eyes never leaving hers. She left without saying a word.
TWO
Annie, Gene and Nelson were the last people in the Railway Arms. Nelson was cleaning the bar, sometimes whistling, sometimes singing softly to himself. He glanced over at them from time to time, his eyes unreadable.
Gene and Annie sat together at a table near the bar. Gene's pint caught the smoky light in the pub as he turned the glass with his long fingers and it turned the same tawny gold as his hair.
They had begun meeting here often after work, while Sam worked his cases. Sam, wasn't home much and Annie was lonely. There was more to it than that, she knew. She knew that Gene enjoyed spending time with her, time that Sam didn't have or didn't want to give her. She liked being with Gene more than she would ever say to anyone. Even her best friend had no idea how she felt about Gene. He was very different when he was here with her like this or when they went for a drive together. He told her about his life and things that she guessed he had never told anyone else, even Sam. He told her what had gone wrong in his marriage and why, for all that, he'd never leave his Missus. He asked her what was wrong with Sammy Boy, not giving her the kind of attention she needed. “It’s more than that, Guv,” she told him.
Annie wanted to leave the pub. It wasn't so much that she wanted to leave, but she wanted to be in the front seat of the Cortina with Gene, the place that had belonged to Sam. She liked pressing against Gene when he opened the car door for her. She felt warm and protected when she was with him, a feeling she hadn't had with Sam in a long time.
While Gene paid his tab, Annie put on her coat. "Goodnight, Nelson," she called out as Gene came up behind her, reached over her and pushed open the door. They stepped out into the night air. The sound of the pub’s door shutting behind them echoed loud down the quiet street.
They walked to the car, neither of them talking. When they reached the Cortina. Gene pushed her gently against the car door and kissed her. Annie kissed him back with a ferocity she had never used when she kissed Sam.
Gene pulled back from her and ran one gloved finger across her lips. He opened the car door for her and she got in without a word.
"Where do we go now, Flashknickers? Somewhere where Sammy boy won't find us?"
Gene was looking in the mirror, not at her. He was waiting for her to say something.
"Let's go anywhere he won't find us, Guv." Annie said, her voice sounding strong and sure in the car.
"Call me Gene, sweetheart." Gene said in a voice like a cat’s purr. She had never heard his voice like that and it made the goosebumps come up on her arms.
He turned on the ignition and the car sped down the street.
THREE
Annie and Gene weren't often on stakeouts together but when they were she always ended up, cold, tired and hungry. They had been on this one all night and Annie was fed up.
Normally, it would be Sam or Ray sitting here but Ray and Sam had a case together, and didn't Sam love that she thought to herself. She was staring out the side window as the first faint hints of daylight came into the sky.
The couple they were after must have been tipped off by someone that the police were watching the house, because they never showed up back home and Annie was ready to call it a night. She was about to ask Gene if he was of the same mind as her, and if he wanted to go home for a few hours kip or stay here a bit longer. When she turned to him, she saw that he had fallen asleep.
His face was childlike in sleep. All the defenses that he had built up over years of being the big man, the tough bloke, the GUV fell away and his face was soft and slack. His mouth was slightly open and before she realized what she was doing and why she shouldn't be doing it, Annie leaned over and kissed Gene’s cheek. His skin was rough under her lips and his stubble tickled her. As she pulled back, ashamed at what she had done, Gene woke up and looked at her. He blinked twice, his long eyelashes shadowing his cheeks in the first light spilling into the car. But then he reached for her, pulled her to him and kissed her.
The kiss went on for another minute before they pulled back from each other.
Annie stared straight ahead, not saying a word. Her lips felt like they were on fire and her mind crackled with the same flames. Gene stared at her. "What was that for, Cartwright? Gladys not the dogs bollocks you thought he was?
Annie wanted to answer Gene that no, Sam wasn't the dog's bollocks. That he had been at first, but he wasn't anymore. She wanted to tell him that, for a long time now, when Sam moved inside of her, it was Gene she imagined on top of her or behind her. She wanted to tell him to kiss her again. She wanted to shut her eyes and reach out for him just as he came close enough to taste.
Instead, the only words that came out of her mouth were “If we’re done here, please take me home, Guv.”
FOUR
Annie practically ran down the steps of police headquarters. She had had a row with Sam before work and the memory of his face twisting into a snarl as he yelled at her stayed with her through the whole morning and afternoon.
She usually enjoyed her tea in the canteen with Sam. They’d joke with each other and exchange the kind of looks and surreptitious touches under the table that people in love usually did.
None of that had happened today.
Annie stopped at the bottom of the wide gray steps and looked around for some place private to cry. Deep in thought, she didn’t hear Gene coming up behind her. Even if her mind hadn’t been in turmoil, she doubted that she would have heard him. He could be as quiet as a cat when he wanted to be.
She hurriedly wiped the tears from her cheeks before Gene came around to face her. He knows I’ve been crying, he knows me too well, she thought.
Gene stood in front of her, oblivious of the people passing by them on their way in and out of the building. There was a cigarette clamped in his lips, and it had gone out. Annie watched as he cupped his hands around the cigarette and lighter that he had pulled from his pocket. He relit the cigarette and blew a smoke ring over his head. That made her smile.
“You’re not up the duff are you, Cartwright?” Gene asked.
“Did you follow me out here to ask me that, Guv?” Annie tilted her head back to look at him, the afternoon sun making a halo of light around his blond head.
“No, I’m out for a bit of a stroll before tea. Don’t be daft, Cartwright, I’m here to see what you’re on about, standing here, crying” He looked at her, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag.
“Just a row with Sam, Guv, nothing to worry about, really.”
“If it’s just a row, why are you crying?” Gene asked, never taking his eyes from her face.
“Looks like you’ve been having a lot of those lately, Flashknickers.” Part of her hated it when he called her that and part of her heard the grudging respect behind it.
“Need you inside, Cartwright. Tears over for the day. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!“ Before she could answer, he put the cigarette out under his white loafered foot and leaned in to kiss her quickly on the lips. It was like the kiss of a shy boy and Annie was taken aback by it, but not so taken aback that she didn’t notice that his lips were soft and warm.
“Guv…
“Tea break’s over, Cartwright. Get back to work,” Gene said as he walked briskly up the steps. Annie looked after him, touching her fingertips to her lips.
FIVE
The bedroom in the flat was dark except for the hard silver moonlight that crept over the windowsill. Annie and Gene lay close together in the bed, her head on his chest. They didn’t speak. What was there to say after what they had done?
Annie never thought she would be unfaithful to Sam. Even though he had left her, and she came home from work every night to an empty flat, she knew in her heart that he would come back to her. At least she had thought that, until tonight.
When Gene finally spoke, Annie felt his voice rumbling in his chest.
“Don’t be sorry about tonight, Cartwright.”
“You’re still calling me Cartwright, Gene?” she asked, running her fingers over his nipples.
“I’ll always call you Cartwright. I don’t want you to be sorry about tonight, luv. I’m not.”
“Even though you’ve not left your wife? And never will?” Annie raised her head and looked at him. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes in the darkness but she knew the Atlantic blue eyes were looking right at her.
“You told me you’d never leave her, Gene.” Annie said, putting her head back on his chest. He ran one hand through her silky hair.
“I told you that before. Before this happened.”
The only sound in the room was their breathing and an occasional car going down the small street. The moonlight had grown and taken over a large piece of the floor, sneaking its way toward the bed.
“What exactly do you think happened here, Gene?” She was surprised at how strong her voice sounded to her own ears.
He kissed the top of her head and she heard him take in a deep breath. She knew he was taking in the smell of her hair. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist over it, Cartwright. We’ll sort it out.”
She raised her head. Gene kissed her, and she could taste whiskey and herself on his lips.
She pulled away but he put his hand on the back of her head. “Kiss me again…Annie.”
Author: galacticowl
Rating: PG-13, Green Cortina
Word Count: 2,367
Pairing: het, Gene/Annie
Notes: This is for Annie month, (thank you very much Loz, for suggesting it!), and the five things stories, they've been great and a big influence on me. I've never written anything like this before,and I've never written Gene/Annie before. Please leave feedback, even if you don't like it. Constructive criticism is the only way a writer learns what works and what doesn't.
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own anything, Kudos and the BBC do.
Many things to Jaceybatts and DD for your unfailing support and to DorsetGirl, and CW for their support and help with my stories. Thanks also to dorcus_justine for writing a story called Five Times Annie Fancied Gene. It's a lovely story and it helped inspire me to write this.
This story is unbetaed. I'm sorry for the mistakes.
ONE
Annie dreaded having to walk into the Guv's office and find out what he wanted. He had sent Sam to get her, Sam of all people. She had been going through old case files. Why did he want to see her, especially at this time of day? Wasn't it beer o' clock as the Guv was so fond of saying?
Annie sighed and put the files on the table behind her. She smoothed down her white blouse and her brown patterned skirt.
She walked down the hall to the Guv's office. The Inner Sanctum, that's what she called it. The door was partly open. She knocked on it softly and it swung open all the way.
The Guv was sitting behind the desk, long legs on top of the desk, one foot crossed over the other, his arms behind his head. Annie surprised herself by thinking how, well, how good looking he was. It wasn't that she hadn't thought this before but she had always pushed it to the back of her mind. Now, that one thought pushed all the others aside and beat like a drum in her head.
"You asked to see me, Guv?" Annie asked, her mouth getting dry.
"Shut the door behind you, Cartwright. Finished with the Conway files?"
Annie shut the door and walked toward the desk.
"Yes, Guv, I just finished and came right down here." Annie couldn't take her eyes off Gene as he lowered his legs to the floor and got up from his chair. His hair curled over his shirt collar, and his blue green eyes looked her over like he had never see her before.
"You probably think I want you to ask you a question about the Conway murder, don’t you Cartwright?" Annie didn’t know what to think as Gene came toward her.
"No, I...I didn't think you called me for that, Guv. Do you need to discuss another case?
Gene quickly closed the short distance between them. Annie's heart was beating wildly.
Before she could say another word, Gene put one arm around her waist and his palm against her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. He didn't try to open her mouth with his tongue, but her mouth opened under his before she could stop it. He slipped his tongue inside, but only for a tantalizing second. Then he moved his lips over hers and pulled back, looking at her. Annie's head was spinning.
"Guv, why....I don't……know. Why did you do that?" His lips were softer and warmer than she had ever imagined. And she had imagined it.
Gene stared at her and the corners of his mouth turned up in that impudent, pouty grin he had that drove her mad because it made him look like he knew all the secrets in the world.
“You’re the one who studied psychology at university, as you’re always telling us, Luv.“
Annie regained some composure. She set her shoulders back and stood up straight, her shiny hair swinging above her shoulders.
“Just because I studied psychology doesn’t mean I know why you do things.”
For a long minute they stared at each other, each holding their ground. Then Gene went back toward the desk, and leaned against it, folding his arms across his chest.
"I did it, Cartwright, because I knew you'd let me."
Annie backed out of Gene’s office her eyes never leaving his face, and his eyes never leaving hers. She left without saying a word.
TWO
Annie, Gene and Nelson were the last people in the Railway Arms. Nelson was cleaning the bar, sometimes whistling, sometimes singing softly to himself. He glanced over at them from time to time, his eyes unreadable.
Gene and Annie sat together at a table near the bar. Gene's pint caught the smoky light in the pub as he turned the glass with his long fingers and it turned the same tawny gold as his hair.
They had begun meeting here often after work, while Sam worked his cases. Sam, wasn't home much and Annie was lonely. There was more to it than that, she knew. She knew that Gene enjoyed spending time with her, time that Sam didn't have or didn't want to give her. She liked being with Gene more than she would ever say to anyone. Even her best friend had no idea how she felt about Gene. He was very different when he was here with her like this or when they went for a drive together. He told her about his life and things that she guessed he had never told anyone else, even Sam. He told her what had gone wrong in his marriage and why, for all that, he'd never leave his Missus. He asked her what was wrong with Sammy Boy, not giving her the kind of attention she needed. “It’s more than that, Guv,” she told him.
Annie wanted to leave the pub. It wasn't so much that she wanted to leave, but she wanted to be in the front seat of the Cortina with Gene, the place that had belonged to Sam. She liked pressing against Gene when he opened the car door for her. She felt warm and protected when she was with him, a feeling she hadn't had with Sam in a long time.
While Gene paid his tab, Annie put on her coat. "Goodnight, Nelson," she called out as Gene came up behind her, reached over her and pushed open the door. They stepped out into the night air. The sound of the pub’s door shutting behind them echoed loud down the quiet street.
They walked to the car, neither of them talking. When they reached the Cortina. Gene pushed her gently against the car door and kissed her. Annie kissed him back with a ferocity she had never used when she kissed Sam.
Gene pulled back from her and ran one gloved finger across her lips. He opened the car door for her and she got in without a word.
"Where do we go now, Flashknickers? Somewhere where Sammy boy won't find us?"
Gene was looking in the mirror, not at her. He was waiting for her to say something.
"Let's go anywhere he won't find us, Guv." Annie said, her voice sounding strong and sure in the car.
"Call me Gene, sweetheart." Gene said in a voice like a cat’s purr. She had never heard his voice like that and it made the goosebumps come up on her arms.
He turned on the ignition and the car sped down the street.
THREE
Annie and Gene weren't often on stakeouts together but when they were she always ended up, cold, tired and hungry. They had been on this one all night and Annie was fed up.
Normally, it would be Sam or Ray sitting here but Ray and Sam had a case together, and didn't Sam love that she thought to herself. She was staring out the side window as the first faint hints of daylight came into the sky.
The couple they were after must have been tipped off by someone that the police were watching the house, because they never showed up back home and Annie was ready to call it a night. She was about to ask Gene if he was of the same mind as her, and if he wanted to go home for a few hours kip or stay here a bit longer. When she turned to him, she saw that he had fallen asleep.
His face was childlike in sleep. All the defenses that he had built up over years of being the big man, the tough bloke, the GUV fell away and his face was soft and slack. His mouth was slightly open and before she realized what she was doing and why she shouldn't be doing it, Annie leaned over and kissed Gene’s cheek. His skin was rough under her lips and his stubble tickled her. As she pulled back, ashamed at what she had done, Gene woke up and looked at her. He blinked twice, his long eyelashes shadowing his cheeks in the first light spilling into the car. But then he reached for her, pulled her to him and kissed her.
The kiss went on for another minute before they pulled back from each other.
Annie stared straight ahead, not saying a word. Her lips felt like they were on fire and her mind crackled with the same flames. Gene stared at her. "What was that for, Cartwright? Gladys not the dogs bollocks you thought he was?
Annie wanted to answer Gene that no, Sam wasn't the dog's bollocks. That he had been at first, but he wasn't anymore. She wanted to tell him that, for a long time now, when Sam moved inside of her, it was Gene she imagined on top of her or behind her. She wanted to tell him to kiss her again. She wanted to shut her eyes and reach out for him just as he came close enough to taste.
Instead, the only words that came out of her mouth were “If we’re done here, please take me home, Guv.”
FOUR
Annie practically ran down the steps of police headquarters. She had had a row with Sam before work and the memory of his face twisting into a snarl as he yelled at her stayed with her through the whole morning and afternoon.
She usually enjoyed her tea in the canteen with Sam. They’d joke with each other and exchange the kind of looks and surreptitious touches under the table that people in love usually did.
None of that had happened today.
Annie stopped at the bottom of the wide gray steps and looked around for some place private to cry. Deep in thought, she didn’t hear Gene coming up behind her. Even if her mind hadn’t been in turmoil, she doubted that she would have heard him. He could be as quiet as a cat when he wanted to be.
She hurriedly wiped the tears from her cheeks before Gene came around to face her. He knows I’ve been crying, he knows me too well, she thought.
Gene stood in front of her, oblivious of the people passing by them on their way in and out of the building. There was a cigarette clamped in his lips, and it had gone out. Annie watched as he cupped his hands around the cigarette and lighter that he had pulled from his pocket. He relit the cigarette and blew a smoke ring over his head. That made her smile.
“You’re not up the duff are you, Cartwright?” Gene asked.
“Did you follow me out here to ask me that, Guv?” Annie tilted her head back to look at him, the afternoon sun making a halo of light around his blond head.
“No, I’m out for a bit of a stroll before tea. Don’t be daft, Cartwright, I’m here to see what you’re on about, standing here, crying” He looked at her, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag.
“Just a row with Sam, Guv, nothing to worry about, really.”
“If it’s just a row, why are you crying?” Gene asked, never taking his eyes from her face.
“Looks like you’ve been having a lot of those lately, Flashknickers.” Part of her hated it when he called her that and part of her heard the grudging respect behind it.
“Need you inside, Cartwright. Tears over for the day. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!“ Before she could answer, he put the cigarette out under his white loafered foot and leaned in to kiss her quickly on the lips. It was like the kiss of a shy boy and Annie was taken aback by it, but not so taken aback that she didn’t notice that his lips were soft and warm.
“Guv…
“Tea break’s over, Cartwright. Get back to work,” Gene said as he walked briskly up the steps. Annie looked after him, touching her fingertips to her lips.
FIVE
The bedroom in the flat was dark except for the hard silver moonlight that crept over the windowsill. Annie and Gene lay close together in the bed, her head on his chest. They didn’t speak. What was there to say after what they had done?
Annie never thought she would be unfaithful to Sam. Even though he had left her, and she came home from work every night to an empty flat, she knew in her heart that he would come back to her. At least she had thought that, until tonight.
When Gene finally spoke, Annie felt his voice rumbling in his chest.
“Don’t be sorry about tonight, Cartwright.”
“You’re still calling me Cartwright, Gene?” she asked, running her fingers over his nipples.
“I’ll always call you Cartwright. I don’t want you to be sorry about tonight, luv. I’m not.”
“Even though you’ve not left your wife? And never will?” Annie raised her head and looked at him. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes in the darkness but she knew the Atlantic blue eyes were looking right at her.
“You told me you’d never leave her, Gene.” Annie said, putting her head back on his chest. He ran one hand through her silky hair.
“I told you that before. Before this happened.”
The only sound in the room was their breathing and an occasional car going down the small street. The moonlight had grown and taken over a large piece of the floor, sneaking its way toward the bed.
“What exactly do you think happened here, Gene?” She was surprised at how strong her voice sounded to her own ears.
He kissed the top of her head and she heard him take in a deep breath. She knew he was taking in the smell of her hair. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist over it, Cartwright. We’ll sort it out.”
She raised her head. Gene kissed her, and she could taste whiskey and herself on his lips.
She pulled away but he put his hand on the back of her head. “Kiss me again…Annie.”