I'm finally getting over my writers block! Yeah! So a huge thank you to my amazing beta reader warb1981, her help is greatly appreciated :) x

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"You know three years I've known you and not once in those three years have I come this close to hating you"

"Well you made a bloody good show of it"

"What you did to that man in there was akin to torture"

"Oh that was just a tickle"

"Oh you've done worse have you? Don't answer that because I know that you have...you are becoming a stranger"

"Well what are you doing here? Didn't your mother warn you about strangers?"

"I know things, things about you"

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A week earlier...

Alex Drake was sat on the sofa, her legs curled underneath her with a book resting on her lap and a large glass of wine in one hand. It was half past eleven and she could still hear the drunken laughter and shouting of her fellow officers down in Luigi's, most probably refusing to leave or pay their bill for the millionth time that month. She knew that she should have been down there with them, celebrating solving the days case, but she didn't have the energy to sit there all evening with a fake smile plastered across her face, to pretend that she was happy when all she wanted to do tonight was get the hell away from everyone and everything. The closer to midnight it got the quieter Luigi's became, until eventually it was deadly silent, deadly silent apart from the sound of heavy footsteps on the landing outside her flat. She knew who it was straight away, she waited for the inevitable fist to hammer on the door, followed by a gruff 'Bolly', a sound which, as much as she hated to admit it, made her heart beat quicken and turn her mouth arid.

"Oi, Bolly, open this bloody door before I break it down!" he ordered, thumping his hand against the door a few times "Come on, I know you're in there sulky knickers!"

She abandoned her book and her wine onto the coffee table, getting up and going to open the door.

"What do you want?" she asked, looking him up and down and taking in his appearance, dishevelled hair and loosened tie hanging around his neck, the top few buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the fair blonde hairs on his chest.

"Thought I'd come and make sure you hadn't fallen down the plug hole or somethin'" he spoke "You gonna let me in or do I have to use force?"

She stepped aside and let him past, trying to work out just how intoxicated he was; minimal slurring, almost fully in control of his movements, probably only a few pints and whiskey chasers.

"So what can I do for you Guv?" She asked.

"Oh Guv is it? I thought me an' you'd get back on first name terms by now? Seems like no bloody chance of that 'appening then"

"What are you talking about?"

"For once I was gonna make arse of meself, and do what all you birds seem to like doin', and talk things through..." he tried to act like he didn't care, but he was, bloody woman got under his skin, well bollocks to her, "...but if I'm just your Guv then I don't think I can"

"How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Not nearly enough" he said as he sat on the sofa and reached for her glass of wine.

"Oh I don't bloody think so!" Alex laughed, snatching the glass from him and gulping down its contents, "don't think you're staying here and drinking yourself into a stupor, I'm trying to have a relaxing night in and as usual you're ruining things for me" she said before taking her now empty glass to the kitchen.

Gene stood up and moved so he was stood directly behind her, pressing her up against the kitchen counter as she washed her wine glass.

"Gene, what on earth are you doing?" she frowned, pushing her body back against him in an attempt to make him step away from her.

He didn't reply, only reached around and grabbed both of her wrists, causing the wine glass to fall from her hand and shatter in the sink.

"Gene! Look what you've bloody done, get off me you idiot!"

He pulled her arms behind her back, holding her hands together with one of his own and using his other hand to brush her hair away from her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin. A quiet moan escaped Alex's lips and she closed her eyes tight.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he slowly backed them out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom.

His hold on her wrists tightened until he realised that there was a chance that he was causing her pain, suddenly letting go completely. Stopping just outside the bedroom door, Gene spun her around to face him and held her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"What's wrong with you Drake, don't you want a piece of the Gene Genie? Eh?" he growled "I thought this is what you've wanted all this time?"

"Gene, please..."

He clamped his mouth over hers, kissing her with a bruising force. Relinquishing his hold on her face he grabbed a handful of her pyjama shirt and pulled her closer to him, smirking fiercely.

"I'm gonna make you pay for everything you've done Alex" he snarled "Every time you've teased me, took a dig at me, made me think I actually had a chance with you...I'm gonna get my own back for every second of it"

Her breath hitched in her throat as he ripped the black silk night shirt wide open, skimming his fingers across each piece of newly discovered skin. In a flurry of movement and discharged clothes, Alex found herself sprawled on the bed, arms tied around the headboard post with Gene's tie.
"Gene you're starting to scare me..." she breathed, fighting back the urge to just let him have his way with her, whatever that way might be.

"Either shut your gob or I'll be forced to shut it for you woman" he spoke, his words laced with authority.

She lay back, concluding it would be best not to fight and that Gene Hunt would never hurt her, not deliberately at least...

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After hours of keen yet torturously slow exploration of Alex Drakes body, fingers smoothing over the flawless skin of her inner thigh, mouth encasing exposed pink nipples, his masculinity joining with her femininity to create something natural yet so individual to them, and finally in the light of a new day, Gene Hunt lay beside Alex, both completely spent and feeling well and truly sated. Eventually his dark behaviour melted away, his need taking over the facade as he gave into what both their bodies craved. Alex didn't know what to say, he was everything she wanted and a million times more but she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that Gene would get his clothes and leave if she said a single word.

"You awake?" He asked quietly, reaching over and placing his hand on her bare hip.

She turned over to face him, feeling her insides shiver as his gaze bore into her "Y...yeah I am"

"Good, that's good" he smiled, leaning in and kissing her slowly.

She hadn't anticipated it, but she tangled her hand in his hair anyway. This new side of Gene Hunt was almost a stranger to Alex, but she intended on getting to know him very well indeed, because whilst she was here in this strange and confusing world, she concluded that she deserved to enjoy herself, she felt the pang of guilt wash over her, and her thoughts turned to Molly, but what if she never got back, was she to spend eternity alone? Looking at the man lying beside her, for now at least she'd enjoy herself.