For the purposes of this fic, Alex is a bored and unhappy suburban housewife in 1973. And Gene is just … well, Gene. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but those two had other ideas ...

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One Night In Heaven

Chapter 1

"I think Mr Brown should be allowed to stay."

Their eyes met across the room and she could almost hear the air crackle with electricity.

"Thank you, Mrs …?"

"Drake."

"Mmmm …"

His gaze travelled lazily, arrogantly down her semi-clad body and a shiver of suppressed excitement ran through her. God, his eyes were amazing, a dazzling shade of blue framed by insanely long lashes, and the fire burning in their depths turned her stomach to liquid. As she sashayed her way towards the kitchen along with the others she glanced back over her shoulder, knowing he would be staring after her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. With his mane of dark blond hair and that hungry expression he reminded her of a big cat stalking its prey, and her heart beat faster under his intense scrutiny. He was ruggedly handsome, tall with broad shoulders and long legs, but it was more than that: he positively oozed masculinity from every pore, dominating the room with the sheer force of his presence, and there was a raw sensuality about him that left her weak with desire. She thanked her lucky stars that she'd chosen to wear her new black silk underwear after all.

As he dropped his car keys casually into the bowl she knew it had to be him that night, her breath catching in her throat as two women went before her and were unsuccessful, the disappointment showing in their faces.

Reaching down, her fingers closed over a set of keys and she raised them triumphantly, noting the little smile playing around his lips as he stood and followed her slowly up the stairs. She was intensely aware of his presence as she walked into the bedroom and stood by the king-size bed, watching, waiting, as he closed the door and turned the key in the lock.

"Don't want ter be disturbed, do we?"

Holding her gaze boldly, he shrugged off his jacket and removed his tie, dropping them onto a nearby chair, and her stomach flipped as he approached, standing close but not touching. His eyes were mesmerising this close up, and a shiver of nervous anticipation ran through her.

"So, Mrs Drake. What do we do now?"

Brazenly, she took the initiative, running her hands up his body before popping the buttons on his shirt one by one, feeling a sudden sense of liberation. After all, it was her husband's fault she was here, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself?

"Alex, please. It's my first time, but I should imagine anything we want, Mr Brown."

Tugging his shirt out of his trousers, she pushed it back off his shoulders and leaned in to nibble his neck. He smelled wonderful and he tasted even better, his skin hot under her lips as she kissed slowly down his smooth chest, hearing his rumble of approval.

"Call me Gene."

She frowned up at him puzzled as he pulled her closer.

"I thought your name was Gordon?"

"Long story, luv. And there's several things I'd like ter do ter you, all of them filthy."

His erection was digging into her hip as she wrapped her arms round his neck, flashing him a naughty smile.

"Oh good …"

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She'd expected a heated encounter from the start but he surprised her, nibbling gently at her lower lip before covering her mouth lightly with his. His tongue sought entry, entwining with hers lazily, sensually and she sighed softly as he teased her, tempted her, kissing her thoroughly and turning her knees to jelly. The kiss became more demanding and she offered no resistance as his tongue plundered her mouth, her head spinning under the amorous onslaught until finally he released her, smiling down into her flushed face. Wow, what a kisser.

"Only one of us is topless, luv, and it's the wrong one in my opinion."

Seating himself on the bed, he pulled her down until she was astride his lap, his hand moving round to expertly unclip her bra and tug it down her arms. He sat back for a couple of seconds to admire the view, his eyes glowing, and her pulse quickened under his lustful gaze.

"Yer've got beautiful tits, Alex."

She was surprised to find she felt no sense of embarrassment just an overwhelming desire to feel his mouth, his hands, roaming all over her body, shivering as his lips found the hollow at the base of her throat before burning a slow path down towards her cleavage. One hand moved up to fondle a breast, the tip peaking against his palm as he kissed his way slowly to the other nipple, tonguing it taut before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Gene! Mmmm … more …"

He smiled against her skin, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud and hearing her uninhibited moan of pleasure. Somehow he'd known she'd be so responsive to his touch: there was something in her eyes, a need, a hunger, that had called out to him. She was a gorgeous classy bird, this one, and he wanted to give her a night of pleasure she'd never forget, show her that her bit of northern rough knew just how to treat a woman.

From somewhere else in the house a woman called out and she jumped. He released her reluctantly, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her eyes searching his.

"Should we do something?"

"Nah. Sounds like Tony's wife, let him run to her rescue. I'm busy."

She took his face in her hands, feeling wild and wanton as she leaned in to kiss him again, her tongue darting and teasing between his lips. It was almost as though she'd shed her inhibitions with her clothes, she thought, as she shifted off his lap and perched on the edge of the bed.

"Stand up, Gene."

He did as she asked, his eyes glittering as she tackled his belt with shaking fingers and dropped it to the floor before unzipping his trousers. They pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them, slipping off his shoes and socks before he let her tug his boxers down his legs. Her eyes widened as his healthy erection sprang free.

"My, you are a big boy."

She gazed up at him flirtatiously from under lowered lashes and he grinned lasciviously.

"Never had any complaints yet, luv."

She ran a hand slowly up and down his eager length, fondling his balls, teasing the sensitive head with her tongue before her hot, wet mouth closed over him. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she licked and sucked, taking him in deeper as his hands tangled in her hair and pulled her even closer. The erotic sight of her, her mouth wrapped around him, her tits bouncing gently as her head bobbed up and down, was almost too much.

"Jesus, luv. Keep that up and this'll all be over very quickly."

His voice was an impassioned groan and she released him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed as he pushed her back down onto the bed and knelt between her knees.

"Your turn, Mrs Drake."

Slowly he kissed his way up her creamy thigh and she writhed in eager anticipation as his mouth moved ever nearer to her heated centre.

"Gene … please …"

He smirked to himself and took pity on her, placing one slim leg over his shoulder as he opened her wider to his view, lowering his head and flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub. She gasped, her hips bucking up towards him, and he held her steady with one hand while he pushed two fingers into her moist heat and took her into his mouth, sucking gently. Jesus, she tastes as good as she looks.

"Oh God! Don't stop …"

He took his time, teasing her until he knew she was teetering on the edge and then he released her and got to his feet.

"Knickers off, luv. Don't think I can wait much longer."

"Don't think I can either."

She was panting slightly, her eyes heavy lidded as she shuffled back up the bed, and he settled between her thighs, pressing a hot kiss to her lips before smirking wickedly down at her. Gently he took her hands and moved them above her head, wrapping her fingers round the bars of the wrought iron bedstead.

"Think yer goin' ter need somethin' ter hold on to, luv …"

Alex felt like all her nerve endings were on fire and she was consumed with an overwhelming need for this man, this unbelievably sexy man who was doing things to her she'd only ever dreamed about. He pushed into her a little way and then withdrew again, and she whimpered, impatient for more.

"Gene … please …"

"I've got yer at me mercy now, Mrs Drake. Does it turn yer on?"

She bit her lip and nodded, squirming lasciviously underneath him as she gazed up into his steely-blue eyes.

"Need ter hear yer say it, Alex. Tell me how much yer want me."

"Gene… oh please … I need you inside me … now …"

Her voice was low and husky, and she was amazed both at her own lewd behaviour and how much it turned her on to speak her innermost desires out loud.

"Jesus, your posh voice gives me the right 'orn, luv.

He pushed a little further in and withdrew again and she moaned, pushing her hips up towards him in desperation.

"D'ya want me to shag yer senseless, Alex?"

She swallowed, her fingers gripping the bars almost painfully.

"God, yes …"

"Say it. Tell me exactly what yer want …"

She raised her head and looked him straight in the eye. Time to end this game.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight. Or think. Or breathe …"

He growled deep in his chest before burying himself inside her up to the hilt, and she gasped with pleasure as he filled her completely. God, he feels incredible.

"You only had ter ask …"

He began to pound into her hard and fast, hoping he could make it last, watching her face as she matched him thrust for thrust, moaning and wrapping her legs around him. She let go of the bars and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in as her head flew back.

"Don't stop … so close … ohhhh …. Gene!"

She went rigid beneath him as a powerful climax overwhelmed her, crying out his name as her body shuddered through waves of bliss, and he surged into her again, finally allowing himself to pursue his own release, his hips a blur as he finally flooded into her over and over, groaning and swearing.

"Alex … Jesus … fuck … so fuckin' good …"

He fell forwards and buried his face in her neck, dizzy, triumphant, spent. Breathing heavily, he felt her fingers stroking gently through his hair before he pulled out and collapsed onto his back, wrapping an arm round her as she snuggled in close to his side. Neither of them spoke for a long while, content just to bask in the afterglow as their heart rates returned to normal. Gene was first to break the silence.

"Fuckin' Hell …"

She giggled and lifted her head, placing her chin on his chest as she gazed down into his face.

"Fucking Heaven, more like."

He snorted, inordinately pleased that he'd lived up to her expectations and his own, taking her hand on impulse and planting a tender kiss on the palm. Whoa. Gene Hunt does not do romance. He blinked in confusion, surprised at his uncharacteristic behaviour, and then shrugged to himself, deciding she deserved it. After all, he hadn't come that hard in years.

Alex traced a finger over his pouting lips and cocked her head to one side, lifting a perfectly shaped brow.

"Penny for them?"

He shook himself mentally, pillowing his head on his hands.

"I was just thinking what an idiot yer husband must be. If you were my wife there's no way I'd let another man anywhere near yer."

She looked wistful for a second and then gave him a flirtatious little smile.

"If you were my husband I wouldn't want any other man. You've got lovely eyes and such a wickedly clever mouth …"

Leaning in, she kissed him long and slow and he wrapped his arms round her, feeling a twitch in his groin. It appeared the night was far from over. No rush, though. His ego could always take a bit more stroking and he had to admit she intrigued him.

"Does yer husband never … take care of yer needs, then?

She sat up and huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Are you joking? He has his fun and then leaves me to sort myself out."

A slight blush rose to her cheeks as she realised what she'd said, but he just smirked and ran a teasing finger down her arm.

"Now that I would like ter see. But I get ter bring you off, luv. It's me job."

She smiled, smoothing a stray lock of hair back off his forehead.

"Quite the gentleman, aren't you?"

He smirked.

"Not always. Depends what mood I'm in. Quite fancy takin' yer from behind next time."

She ran her tongue over her lips teasingly as a strong pulse starting up between her thighs again.

"How's your recovery time? Mmmm, pretty good, it seems."

She fondled his growing erection and he groaned, removing her hand reluctantly.

"All in good time. First I want ter hear yer talk dirty in that plummy voice of yours. Tell me exactly what yer'd like me ter do to yer. And where …"

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The holiday plan was to get back to poor Captain Smollett again, but it appears the muse had other ideas and it's very difficult to argue with her, the hussy. There is another chapter on the way if anybody's interested. I'm sure you'll let me know! :)