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Gene woke up and rubbed his hands into his face, vaguely aware that he wasn't in his own bed and there might be a woman sleeping next to him.

"Shit."

Alex snored lightly, her body pressed against his back, her arm around his chest. He could feel her tits against his back, her muff tickling his arse, her breathing on his neck. It all came back to him. She'd pretty much demanded a shag, and he'd obliged, quite out-doing himself if he did say so. They'd had a kip and he woke her up a few hours later and shagged her again. Slower that time, and they'd passed out in a heap. He wouldn't mind havin' at it again, he thought idly. He glanced at the clock, it was near 10 a.m. New Years Day, 1982. At least he didn't have to work today.

Wriggling behind him, Alex she mumbled into his ear, "Gene, wake up." Her hand slid down his chest, between his legs, coaxing him hard again. He rolled over onto his back and saw her propped up on one arm giggling, her hair bouncing around her face. He wanted her, no doubt.

"Come 'ere, you," pulling her close, he took her upper lip in his, kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue. She responded hungrily, sliding her body over him. She propped herself up on all fours straddling him, tits grazing his chest. Looking up at her, Gene feared he could get used to this.

With her on top, his hands were free to explore, moving over her behind, down her thighs, pulling her closer. He slipped two fingers into her, already wet, and she exhaled sharply, moaning. Christ, he thought, she never stopped. His hands found her tits, pulling one into his mouth, his tongue tracing circles around her hard nipple, his teeth nipping at her. He kissed her between them, trailing up to her neck. She rubbed against his erection, sliding forward until his tip slid into her hot, wet center. "… want you… Alex" he started to sweat as she slid him into her slowly, controlling his entry she slid up and down, taking him a bit more each time until he filled her completely. She rode him until she came "Gene, please, never stop," as she flooded over his dick, he moaned loudly "Never." He came hard, thrusting into her, his hands holding her hips onto him, raising himself off the bed.

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The phone was ringing. He heard Alex stumble out of the room.

"Hello," she answered. "What? OK. I can be there in an hour, can it wait? Well, yes, I guess if he's already dead he wouldn't be in a hurry. See you soon." She hung up. "Gene?"

"I'm awake." Groggy, he thought, but awake. "S'appenin'?"

"That was Chris. They found another body this morning. Same abandoned lot as yesterday. Said he called your flat, but…" she trailed off gesturing towards the bed. She was standing up, very naked.

"Yeah, I'm not there. What time is it?" It was 1:00 in the afternoon. He smirked at her. "What say Bolls, shall I show up on your 'eels in my crumpled New Years Eve Party clothes?"

"You're welcome to shower here, if you think it would save you time, but I don't think I have any clothes you can wear." She was grinning.

"Yes, well, the rather wicked smile you're wearin' suggests I should take my shower at 'ome, 'else we'll never get to the station." He stepped out of the bedroom, gathering up his clothes off the kitchen floor, attempting to get dressed. He had been rather looking forward to spending the day in her bed. Prolong the inevitable tossing out as long as possible.

"I was laughing at the idea of you wearing my clothes, but I do suppose the shower opens up interesting possibilities." She disappeared through the doorway.

Hmm, at least she wasn't tossin' him out on his arse. "Where are my socks!" he shouted. Two socks flew at him from the bedroom.

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Two hours later Gene strode into CID. Alex was already there and she followed him into his office to fill him in.

"The second body had the same lack of obvious cause of death, but it was found in essentially the same place as the one from yesterday. Both while males, probably early twenties. Still waiting for the forensics report from yesterday's body as well. Forensics is at the scene again, but the coroner is off again today, and won't get to either autopsy until Sunday at the earliest."

"What day is it today?"

"It's Friday, Gene." She raised her eyebrows.

"You can hardly blame me for not knowing what day it is. I could barely find my bloody flat after I left you." He said all this too low for anyone else to hear.

"Well, if you can't keep up…" she turned on her heel and walked out of his office. He stared at her arse. She was wearing her men's shirt, and her jeans, with those ridiculous white boots. He tried not to think about her naked.

He couldn't help thinking about it, though. He'd wanted her for so long it had been a thought that lived in the back of his mind pretty much all the time. Now that he'd scratched that itch he had hoped it would go away. It hadn't. He seriously doubted there'd be another invitation up to her flat, as well as it had seemed to go. Looking for distraction, he glanced at the wall clock. 5:15.

Stepping from his office into the squad room, he sat on the edge of Alex's desk so he wouldn't have to look at her. "OK team, let's go over what we've got. Chris, anything from missing persons?"

"Not yet boss. There's no matches in any of the recent files. D.I.Drake suggested that they might be male prostitutes, given their age, so we've got photos with Vice to see if they match any of the known regulars. They also have a bunch of the older missing persons files since a lot of kids who go missing wind up rent boys. They're checking." He shrugged.

"Good, Chris. Ray? Anything?"

"Nothin' yet from the regular snouts, Guv. They din't recognize either photo. Still chasing a few of them down, though. Seems everyone's still recovering from the New Year. Even the junkies." Ray pulled on his cigarette.

"How about you Drake? Any psychological insights you'd like to enlighten us with?" That came out a bit more gruffly than he'd meant it.

"Well, I did discuss some options with the team. As Chris indicated, I think male prostitutes are one area we should explore." Ray laughed, and Gene glared at him. "And we will have to wait for the coroner, but since there were no obvious, visible signs of cause of death, I'd speculate that they were drug overdoses. They may have been accidental, but we'll have to wait for the report.

"So, in my preliminary analysis, with absolutely no information at all to go on, I would postulate the possibility that a new male escort service has cropped up in town, and they either have a bad batch of drugs causing the deaths of some of their employees, or we've got a punter out there supplying the boys with something deadly."

"Shit, Drake, you put all that together from two dead stiffs?" Gene was a bit gobsmacked. This psychobabble just popped out of her head, and often she was right. He desperately wished he had a hand on her tit.

"Well, it is my job, and while it's possible I am totally off base, without some more information I thought it at least gave a direction we could start investigating."

"OK. Seems as good a start as any." He clapped his hands on his knees. "Right. Since none of us were s'posed to be 'ere t'day, anyone who wants can go 'ome and finish sleepin' it off."

Chris looked relieved. "Ooh, thanks Guv. I could really use some sleep."

Gene walked into his office, grabbing his coat. "Course you could Christopher. Best think twice before you get pissed up and shag yer girlfriend all night." Chris started to protest, and Ray laughed, but he noticed Alex gave him a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow. "I am heading to Luigi's for a bite. Care to join me Drake?" He stood over her desk and stared at her.

He froze looking at her. They spent most evenings after work at Luigi's, drinking and sometimes eating. Discussing cases and just sitting. But they'd never had sex before. He kept waiting for the axe to fall.

"Sure Gene. Let me get my coat." She slipped into her leather jacket and they walked out of the building towards the restaurant, Gene's hands in his pockets. Neither of them said anything for a block.

"Nice profile you cooked up back there. Seems pretty viable even." He was impressed, might as well say so.

"Well, it could be wrong." She slid her hand into Gene's pocket, twisting her fingers around his. He squeezed back. "But until we have more information I couldn't come up with much else. Hopefully Chris will hit something with missing persons."

She let go of his hand as they walked into the restaurant. Heading towards the corner table tonight, she followed. He wanted her to sit next to him, he wanted to smell her hair. He had no idea what was happening.

They drank, and ate, and talked about the usual nothing. Flirting a little. They never talked about the night before. After a few hours she leaned into his ear, running her tongue lightly over it. "Gene, want to come upstairs?" he knew she was a little drunk, but she'd been worse.

So'ad he. "Yes."

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This time his hands were all over her as they made their way up the stairs. On the first landing he pulled her to him and kissed her hard, all tongue and teeth. Would he ever stop wanting her? He could barely think.

Once inside, they slowed long enough to take off their coats and boots. Why'd they both wear boots? He though suddenly. It slowed everything down.

They hit the sofa, his hands inside her shirt, trying not to rip the buttons off. His mouth on her throat, kissing, biting. "Y'know Gene, I don't think I've ever properly apologized for getting you suspended."

"Wot."

He was pulling off her shirt, having given up the buttons, but that stopped him. He looked into her eyes. She straddled him on the sofa, his long legs stretched out to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt, and he was suddenly sorry he'd put on a vest this afternoon when he'd gotten dressed. She pulled his shirt off, then the vest, pulling his face up to hers and kissing him. She undid her buttons tossing her shirt aside, he felt around and offed her bra, leaving her exposed. He couldn't resist any longer and pulled her close, sucking on each breast in turn. Kissing, nipping, "want you so bad… do this all night". She threw her head back and let him, moaning his name. He was hard under her, and as she pulled his head up, kissing his forehead, face, ears, she slid to the floor, her hands on his chest, licking him, kissing him. He put his head back.

She undid his belt, trousers and shorts off at once, pulling them all the way to his ankles. He shook them off. She placed herself on the floor between his legs and began kissing the inside of his thighs, tongue swirling, wet. She ran her tongue over the tip of his dick, and he moaned loudly "Alex, more", and she obliged, sucking him into her mouth, hot and wet, he pushed in further. He'd had his dick in her mouth more than once last night, and he'd thought about it all day. He spread his legs a bit wider. She worked him steady, pulling him near peak, then letting him go to lick down the shaft, his brain went blank. Kissing and sucking on his tip, she tasted a few drops and took him fully into her mouth, working him, feeling him expand in her mouth and finally shoot completely inside "nnnnhh…ohmygod". She swallowed once, and kept sucking lightly. He shook with every movement of her tongue on him. Finally, she laid her head on his thigh, watching him from the floor.

He breathed hard, not moving for a few minutes. When he could think, he pulled her up on and realized she was still wearing her jeans. "Alex," he scolded her "take these off." He pulled at them and they slid off her, leaving her naked. "No knickers today?" he whispered. "thought you'd prefer it" she responded with a smile. He pulled her back down to him, and flipped her over onto the floor on her back. Kissing her long and slowly on her mouth, his tongue tasting his come, he slid his fingers down to her clit and inside her. He knelt on the floor, pulling her legs over his shoulders, tilting her up. His tongue explored her clit, then dipped inside her, gently licking at her. "Gene, god, Gene" she moved her hips closer, wrapping her ankles around his neck, moaning and writhing under his touch and tongue until she came too. Lapping at her wetness, he kissed and sucked gently, eventually setting her down on the floor. He licked at her breast, her throat, his mouth and chin wet, finally laying down next to her.

"Alex," he panted, desperate for a fag.

"Hmmm?"

"Apology accepted." She slapped him gently on the chest, curling next to him. He reached over for his trousers, finding his cigs and lighting one.

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It was cold on the floor and they managed their way into the bedroom eventually. Pulling the covers over them he curled tightly against her back, his face buried in her hair. He inhaled what was left of her perfume, mingled with sex and smoke. He pulled her tighter.

"Gene." Every time she said something he was afraid she was going to end it. Really, how could she not. A holiday shag, it had to end eventually. He didn't want it to. "I'm quite enjoying this."

"Me too." He kissed her head, somewhat relieved.

"How long do you think this can go on?" She said this a little hesitantly, he thought.

"Well, since 'Shag me, Gene' I'm not sure I've put two thoughts together that didn't include your tits. But, now that you ask, thirty or forty years."

She laughed. In minutes they were both sound asleep.