Set after the end of Ashes S3 - my attempt to give them a more appropriate ending. In my eyes, anyway!

With much love and thanks to my Sisters of the PSoS, without whom I'd never have had the courage ...

It was all Nelson's fault. She'd sat at the bar complaining that it was too soon, she wasn't ready, there was too much unfinished business with Gene, and he told her it was possible to go back if she felt strongly enough. To be fair, he did mention that it might not be exactly where she left, but she was thinking maybe a couple of months either way, maybe. Not 1973. Definitely not 1973. Which was precisely where she ended up.

They were all there – Sam and Annie, Ray and Chris – but obviously, none of them knew her. And to make it worse, she was only a lowly DC working alongside Annie, both of them struggling to be taken seriously. Then there was Gene, of course. A few years younger, a few pounds heavier and a bit more of a Neanderthal, but unmistakably the man she'd fallen in love with eight years hence. And even more of an Alpha than "her" Gene, if that was possible, although Sam had civilised him over the time he'd been there. He was definitely more the good and much less the bad and the ugly, and therein lay the problem. He may still have a hint of the bad but he wasn't even remotely ugly. He was drop-dead bloody gorgeous, masculinity oozing from every pore, and she was walking around in an almost permanent state of arousal.

When he sat behind his desk, feet up, ciggie dangling from those long fingers, she wanted him. When he was stalking up and down, eyes blazing, berating Ray and Chris for some minor misdemeanour, she wanted him. And when he was leaning over her desk giving her one of those sexy looks and winding her up over something, God, how she wanted him. It was all she could do to resist grabbing his tie, pulling his head down and snogging the face off him. This had been going on every day for two months, and it couldn't continue, it was starting to affect her work. She knew there was a shadowy Mrs Hunt in the background somewhere, but to be honest, she didn't care. The marriage hadn't lasted, and she loved him, dammit. She had to find out how he felt about her, and seeing his ticket to the game on Saturday sitting there in his jacket pocket, she hatched a plan, slipping a note in next to it asking him to meet her urgently in his office at seven that night. And then she started considering what to wear.

Gene knew he was in big trouble the first day she walked into the department, with her perfect features, amazing tits and those long, long legs. Then he discovered she had a mind like a steel trap and wasn't afraid to stand up to him, and he got goosebumps just thinking about her, not to mention a very bad case of the 'orn. When she stood in his office, hands on hips, arguing with him, he wanted her. When she wiggled her arse at him in a tight skirt, he wanted her. And when he leant on her desk looking from those big hazel eyes to those luscious lips and back again, God, how he wanted her. Every time he thought about her lips and what they could do, he was trapped behind his desk for several minutes, trying to fill his mind with visions of Russian shot putters. He was walking around in varying states of arousal most of the time, and it was starting to affect his work. The wife didn't want to know nowadays, and even though he could take the edge off by himself, as soon as he saw her again it was as if he hadn't bothered. He had to do something, either make a pass or get her transferred, and then he found the note in his pocket. This could be his best chance.

Alex waited in his office, nerves jangling, wondering if she was just about to make the most embarrassing mistake of her life. She'd planned her outfit so carefully – pale stockings with matching bra and skimpy knickers, low cut white blouse, and short skirt which revealed a flash of stocking top when she crossed her legs. She sat in his chair, confidence starting to fail her but it was too late, he was here, jacket slung casually over his shoulder, moving with the predatory grace of a big cat. Oh Lord, he was wearing the green shirt, the one that brought out the colour of his eyes. She imagined ripping off his tie and slowly undoing the buttons, and her knees went weak. Stay calm, Alex, she thought, trying to look nonchalant. He dropped his jacket on a chair and leaned against the door-frame, crossing his arms. He looked rumpled and extremely sexy.

"DC Drake. You appear to be sitting in my chair."

His voice was low and gravelly, and made her stomach flip. She smiled in what she hoped was a seductive way and sashayed round the desk, perching on it and crossing her legs. His eyes widened, taking in her outfit properly for the first time, and she saw a flash of desire before his usual grumpy pout was back in place.

"So … what can I do for you, Drake?"

"Come again, Guv?"

Oh God, I hope you do, don't think once is going to be enough for either of us.

"You dragged me away from the pub, woman, I presume you want something?"

This was her chance. She took a deep breath.

"Actually I do, Guv … I want you …"

When he walked into the office and saw her sitting in his chair he thought she looked stunning. When she stood up and he got an eye-full of her nipples through her sheer blouse and a flash of stocking-top, he swore his heart almost stopped. Sweet Jesus, what was she trying to do to him? She was dressed to kill, and she'd very nearly succeeded. He began to hope, but played it cool, praying this wasn't a dream. And then she said she wanted him, and he knew exactly how to play the situation.

At first she thought he hadn't heard her, but then he closed the door and walked slowly over, eyes never leaving hers, until he was within inches of her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her eyes flicked between his intense gaze and his sexy pout.

"Well, here I am, Drake … what do you intend to do with me?"

"This …"

She reached up to drag his head down and pressed her lips against his. He didn't pull away, so she deepened the kiss and they began to explore one another's mouths slowly, lips and tongues tasting and teasing. She felt like her insides were turning to liquid and her knees were about to give way … they came up for air briefly, and he looked down into her flushed face, finally starting to believe she might feel the same. Pulling her into his arms, his lips came down on hers hard, tongue plundering her mouth and she responded with enthusiasm, moaning softly and wrapping herself around him. Suddenly, he spun her round, and his mouth was on her neck, kissing and sucking, while his hands moved up to cup her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples. She gasped in surprise, and her head fell back onto his shoulder.

"Oh God … Gene …"

His breath was warm on her ear, and his voice a low growl.

"You thought you were in control of this little scenario, didn't you Alex? Well, I'm in charge here and don't you forget it …"

He nipped her neck, and she sighed in bliss.

"Now … take your blouse off …"

She obeyed, undoing the buttons with trembling hands, and he slipped it from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor.

"Good girl. Now the bra …"

Her legs were like jelly, but she managed to reach round and unclip it, dropping it on top of her blouse. His thumbs returned to teasing her nipples and she leaned back into him, feeling his hardness pressing against her hip.

"Nice tits, Alex. Skirt, please …

Sliding it down her legs, she kicked it to one side, thrilling to the fact that she was nearly naked and he was still fully clothed. He slid one hand slowly down over her flat stomach and inside her knickers, long fingers finding exactly the right spot and stroking gently. She moaned, losing herself in the wonderful sensations his hands and lips were producing.

"Mmmm … Gene …"

His mouth left a trail of hot kisses along her neck and shoulder while one hand pinched her nipple and the other hand continued it's ministrations below. God, he was good at this. Just as she was getting close, he stopped, hearing her groan of frustration. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Shall I tell you what's going to happen next, Alex? You are going to bend over this desk … and I am going to fuck your clever little brains out. Now, knickers off, there's a good girl …"
As she leant over his desk taking her weight on her arms, she knew she'd never been more turned on in her life.

Gene looked at the sight in front of him in awe. She was absolutely gorgeous from head to toe … slim back tapering down to that peachy arse, and those long legs encased in stockings. And she'd gone to all this effort for him. A little voice in his head told him to get on with it before she changed her mind, and he unzipped his trousers and released his rock-hard erection. Holding her hips steady he pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him – he was bigger than the average after all – and she moaned in pleasure. When he was totally buried in her he stopped.

"Now … what would you like me to do, Alex?"

"Gene … oh God … fuck me … hard …"

"Thought you'd never ask …"

Alex had never understood the term incoherent with need, but she did now, loving the feel of him inside her, filling her so perfectly, pounding into her over and over again. She heard someone whimper, and realised it was her. Well, that was a first.

She could hear him grunting with the effort and knew he must be getting close. She hoped he could last out, she was right on the edge …oh please, just a little longer … and then he slowed and sneaked a finger round to rub her hard and fast, and a few seconds later she took flight, waves of pleasure spreading through her body, gasping out his name. Somewhere a long way off she heard him groan and swear as his climax took him, pulling her back against him, fingers digging in to her hips.

"Fuck … Alex … so bloody good …"

He collapsed forwards onto her back, heart pounding, breathing heavily. Jesus, he'd never come that hard in his life, thought he was going to have a heart attack. He moved back off her slowly and walked unsteadily round his desk to fall into his chair, lighting a ciggie. He took a long drag and breathed out slowly before pouring himself a generous measure of single malt and taking a good swig. Alex still hadn't moved.

"You alive there, Drake?"

He leaned forwards to whisper close to her ear.

"Don't bother getting dressed … I haven't finished with you yet …"

How did he do that? She'd just had the best orgasm of her life and yet that low growl in her ear was like a slow caress, and her whole body responded, nerve endings on fire all over again. Damn the man for being sex on legs … She needed to sit up but felt suddenly conscious of her nakedness, dreading the smug expression she was sure was plastered all over his face. Alex, you can't let him get away with this, she thought, take the control back and make him suffer, he'll be putty in your hands. Well, not all of him, she hoped. Raising herself slowly back off the desk, she stood straight, shoulders back, looking down her nose at him, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

"Bloody Hell, Alex …"

His jaw dropped at the sight of her, naked apart from stockings and suspenders, and she knew just how to play it. He stubbed out his ciggie as she sauntered round the desk, groaning as she straddled his lap and leant in to kiss him gently on the lips before leaning back and exposing her breasts in open invitation. He didn't need further encouragement, swirling his tongue around a nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard while his hands stroked up and down her naked back. She sighed with pleasure, running her hands through his hair as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She had to admit, he was very good with his mouth. He raised his head, a question in his eyes, and she undid his tie, throwing it to the floor before starting on his shirt buttons, popping each one slowly. She could feel his eyes on her all the time but she concentrated on the task in hand, pushing the front of his shirt apart so she had access to his bare chest. She leant in to kiss his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under her lips and loving the masculine smell of him, and then worked her way down over his collarbone before giving his nipples some attention, sucking and biting. Then she slid off his lap and knelt in between his legs, hearing his sharp intake of breath. She was willing to bet his pulse rate had just doubled.

Gene blinked in surprise, heart pounding, and then watched in disbelief as she placed gentle kisses over his stomach and then paused to look up at him seductively, one hand on his zip. Sweet Jesus, was his ultimate fantasy about to become reality? He held his breath as she undid his trousers and freed his impressive erection, looking up at him from under lowered lashes as she ran her tongue teasingly round his tip. He twitched involuntarily, but she held him firmly as she licked her way slowly up the shaft before taking him into her mouth and sucking hard. He groaned, eyes closed and head thrown back, tangling his hands in her hair to pull her closer. Thank Christ he'd come once already tonight … he wouldn't have lasted ten seconds otherwise. Just as he was getting close, she stood up and draped herself over his desk, leaning back on her elbows, legs parted invitingly. She smiled at him, eyes heavy-lidded.

"My turn, I think …"

Eyes gleaming, he moved his chair forwards, happy to be back in control again. Holding her knees apart, he pressed kisses slowly up her inner thigh, teasing her, loving the softness of her skin against his lips. He met her eyes, holding her gaze as he slipped two fingers into her wetness, hardly believing he could be the cause of her arousal. And then he dipped his head between her legs, teasing her with his tongue before taking her into his mouth and sucking gently, lifting her legs over his shoulders. She moaned and fell back onto the desk.

"Oh God … Gene … don't stop …"

To say that he was good with his mouth would be a gross understatement. He was playing her like he was a musician and she was his instrument, seeming to know exactly what she needed and driving her steadily towards climax, hips bucking up towards his mouth. He stopped and got to his feet, ignoring her groan of frustration and leant over to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. She pulled his head in closer, feeling his erection pressing against her thigh, and wriggled, wanting to feel him inside her again. He chuckled, moving back to look down into her flushed face, teasing her with his tip.

"So … one helping of the Gene Genie wasn't enough, then?"

He looked so edible, hair flopping over his forehead and eyes glinting with mischief and desire. God, she wanted him so much it was almost painful.

"Please, Gene … need you inside me …"

He looked down at her, loving her wantonness.

"You are such a dirty girl, Alex. But I don't mind if I do …"

He slid inside her in one smooth stroke, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to move, varying the depth and the angle, knowing he could last a bit longer this time. He watched her face, eyes closed, mouth forming a perfect 'o' of pleasure, hearing her little cries and moans becoming more urgent as she got close. He pounded into her hard then, grunting with the effort, rewarded as he felt her clench round him, thighs quivering, body shaking.

"Oh God … Gene …"

A few more powerful thrusts and he lost all control, hips bucking forwards, cursing as his climax ripped through him.

"Fucking Hell … Alex … Jesus …"

He withdrew, falling back into his chair, breathing heavily. What a night. He'd have to pinch himself later to make sure he hadn't been dreaming. She was still lying flat on his desk, legs resting in his lap, and he stroked his fingers gently up and down her calves, knowing he'd never stop wanting her now. A little voice in his head reminded him that this might be a one-night thing for her, just the scratching of an itch. After all, what could she possibly want with him - an overweight, over-the-hill borderline alcoholic bit of Northern rough? He sighed heavily, and she sat up.

God, what if he was already regretting it? Even worse, what if she was just another notch on his bedpost? After all, she had offered herself to him on a plate. She hardly dared meet his eyes in case he looked smug and self-satisfied. She steeled herself, and looked up into his face, surprised to see the uncertainty and self-doubt written there. He looked suddenly vulnerable, and she slid into his lap, snuggling into his bare chest as his arms went round her, both revelling in the feel of skin against skin.

"Gene?"

"Hmmm?"

He held his breath.

"Fancy round three back at my place? Oh, and maybe some dinner …"

He grinned, wanting to punch the air, but settled for dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'll get me coat …"

She smiled to herself, and took a deep breath.

"Gene?"

"Yes, Alex."

"If you want, you can stay over …"

He pulled her in closer, and she felt the chuckle vibrating through his chest.

"Oh yeah …"