Chapter 1

Title: A Grand Night Out
Author: Skywise012000
Characters: Gene/Sam/Annie
Rating: Brown Cortina (eventually – for the sex and stuff)
Warnings: None really – a nice, friendly, happy, sweaty threesome!
Word Count:
Disclaimer: not my characters, all the property of Kudos and the BBC
Notes: This is not beta’ed so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.  (Also the twisted perversions on display here are mine too.  Yes they are.  They’re mine and you can’t have them LOL).  Crit is welcomed – flames too.  Go on, let me have it – you know you want to!!

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It had all started so innocently.

With David Lamb safely banged up for murder, DCI Gene Hunt had taken great pleasure in parading DC Annie Cartwright up and down in front of DCI Litton and his happy crew announcing that even the girls in CIDS were better detectives than the bunch of poofs that passed for the RCS.

He then informed his cohorts in A Division that it was time they took their new colleague out and that he expected them to pay for her (and him) to get royally pissed that night.

Several rounds were duly bought and drunk at the pub before Annie admitted that what she really wanted to do was dancing.  This revelation brought about a stunned silence before Sam rose to the challenge and agreed to take her.  Ray and Chris fell into line, always keen to get out on the pull, which meant that Gene had to agree to go or face being left drinking on his own at the Railway Arms.

They therefore adjourned to a nearby club where Annie, Gene and Sam sat and drank while they watched Chris and Ray chat up women.  Chris got knocked back time after time but kept going with the enthusiasm of a collie puppy whilst Ray, surprisingly, was, in short order, having his faced sucked off by the first woman he approached.

Sam shook his head in wonder.

“How the hell does he do it?  I mean, I can’t imagine any woman going for someone like him.”

Annie disagreed.  “Oh, I don’t know.  There’s something to be said for the rough and ready approach – and there is something about ‘im.”

Sam choked on his beer.

“Ray?” He asked in amazement.  “We are talking about Ray Carling here aren’t we? Founder member of Misogynists Anonymous and all around Neanderthal git?”

Annie shrugged.  “I was only sayin’ – and you did ask.”

“Christ!”  Sam swore softly.  “Something about Ray eh?”

He narrowed his eyes and squinted at the man in question who was currently engaged in an energetic game of tonsil-hockey with his conquest, one hand holding his pint while the other groped the poor woman’s arse.

Sam shook his head.  “No.  Sorry.  Can’t see it.”

Annie snorted with laughter.  “Thank God for that, yer daft bugger.  I’d ‘a’ been worried if yer could!”

Sam leant forward conspiratorially.

“So what, DC Cartwright, do you find so alluring about DS Carling?”

“Not me.”  She retorted.  “but there is something about ‘im.  ‘E’s honest and straightforward.  What you see is what you get wi’ ‘im.  No games.  No messin’ about.  There’s a lot to be said for a man like that.”

“Not like some I could mention.”  She added primly, lifting her eyes to meet Sam’s but, instead finding herself gazing directly into the piercing green eyes of her DCI.  She held his gaze for a second and then blushed and looked down.  Gene laughed softly, reached out and patted her flaming cheek. 

“Good girl.”  He chuckled.

Annie gathered herself.  “Anyway.”  She blustered, “I cam ‘ere to dance so, come on, who’s gonna dance wi’ me?”

She looked at Sam and then, greatly daring, turned her big, blue eyes on the Guv.

“Well?”  She slid out of her seat and stood looking from one to the other expectantly.  As Sam hesitated, Gene smoothly drained his pint and stood up.

“Come on then Flash Knickers, let the Gene Genie show you some moves and you,” he pointed at Sam, “can get the next round in.”  Taking Annie’s hand he pulled her with him to the centre of the dance floor.

For such a big bloke he was, she thought, a surprisingly good dancer and, to her surprise, she found herself laughing with him as he guided her around the dance floor, reaching back in his mind  to the dances of his youth, jiving and spinning Annie until she felt dizzy with a mixture of drink and exuberance.

Finally the DJ’s voice announced “And now a couple of slow ones to end the evening.”

Annie went to move away, thinking they’d be going back to their neglected drinks and colleagues, but he pulled her in close to him and began swaying them both, snuggling her in to his chest.

“No I can’t forget this evening

Oh your face as you were leaving

But I guess that’s just the way the story goes . . .”

His voice rumbled deep in his chest as he sang quietly along.  Annie, stiff and unsure at first, relaxed as his hands rested demurely on her waist and she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest.

This close up she could feel the warmth of him, his skin radiating damp heat and his heart beating with a lazy “lub-a-dub” rhythm that soothed her.  Her arms crept up around his neck and she sighed contentedly.  His smell was warm and comforting, cigarettes, beer and Old Spice mingling together to create a scent that was uniquely Gene Hunt. 

She snuggled closer and he laughed in her ear. 

“Oy, are you fallin’ asleep down there?”

She shook her head, rolling her cheek across his chest.

“Well you’d better wake up, Love, coz ‘ere comes yer knight in shinin’ armour to rescue you from the big, bad wolf.”

He reached up behind his head and untangled her arms from around his neck.  Stepping away from her he half-turned her away from him, handing her over to the slighter frame of Sam who immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, rocking her sensually to the music.

Annie rested her head on his shoulder and watched Gene walk off the dance floor.

“Nice Bum.” She thought to herself and then snorted with laughter.  Christ!  She shouldn’t be thinking that about her fearsome DCI.  Not when she was where she’d wanted to be for so long – held tenderly in Sam’s arms.

She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent.  He was all soap and shampoo; cool and fresh and light, not like Gene’s earthy fragrance.  Mentally comparing the two she was surprised when it was the recollection of Gene’s smell that caused her stomach to tighten and her mouth to go ever-so-slightly dry.

Firmly pushing that thought to one side she concentrated on being here, now, with her Sam.

His arms slid around her back, one hand coming to rest just above her bum, the other between her shoulders, holding her tightly to him.

“Annie.”  He breathed as her head came to rest against his, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed against him, just enjoying the moment.

The music ended and the lights came up, signaling chucking out time.  Ray had long since disappeared with his bird and Chris was passed out at the table.

“Come on you div,” Gene encouraged as he hauled Chris to his feet.  “Let’s get you ‘ome”

Chris only lived two streets away so Gene and Sam each slung one of his arms around their shoulders and frog marched him home, leaving him in the porch for his Mum to find.

They carefully arranged Chris on his back, crossing his arms over his chest, then knocked hell out of the front door and legged it down the street, dragging Annie with them and giggling like schoolboys.

“Oy, you two.”  She remonstrated with them. “That’s not funny yer know.”

They just laughed harder.

“Chris’s Mum’s gonna kill ‘im.  She’s a right old dragon, she is.”

Sam and Gene leant on each other’s shoulders and wept with mirth.

Annie gave up.  “Honestly!  Yer like a pair of kids yer are!”

Two pairs of eyes, one hazel and one green turned to look  at her, glittering with amusement.

“Yes Mum.  Sorry Mum.”  Sam spluttered while Gene hung his head in mock shame, his shoulders still shaking.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.  She’d never seen either of them like this before – two big kids out playing; happy and relaxed, without a care in the world.

Straightening himself with an effort Gene made an executive decision.

“Right then.  Back to mine.  It’s nearer than your flea pit, “ he nodded in Sam’s direction, “and we can call Madam Mim ‘ere a taxi.  The Missus is away in Blackpool wi’ the WI so she won’t mind.”

“’Kay” Sam agreed, looking to Annie for confirmation.

“Thanks Guv.”

“Gene.”  He said quietly.  His green eyes flashed in her direction, holding her gaze.

“My name is Gene.”

Unable to tear her eyes away, Annie merely nodded, her stomach tightening and another blush sweeping across her cheeks as her breath came shorter.

“Will you come then?”  Gene’s voice was soft and deep.  “Will you come home with us Annie?”

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