"Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty."

Alex's eyes slowly opened to show her Gene, lying next to her, holding out a cup of tea with one hand and stroking her hair gently with the other. She smiled lazily, closing her eyes again to savour his touch, the smell of the tea beginning to bring her back to the land of the living. Or at least, the land of the people who weren't half comatose after having the brains shagged out of them the previous night.

"Thanks, Gene, didn't know you could make tea," she teased gently, sitting up and accepting it. He gave her arse a quick slap, leaning over her to find her duvet-covered behind, and settled down next to her, his eyes never once leaving her as she sipped her tea and got herself into a sitting position.

"What?" she asked, unnerved, afraid he was going to tell her she had dribble on her face or her hair looked a mess. Gene shook his head, looking away.

"Nothin'."

"Well, you were staring at something."

Alex's hand travelled up to check her face, running over it as Gene reached out to take it away, smoothing his thumb over the back of it as he looked down slightly, his shyness endearing to Alex as a little pink tinge entered his rugged cheeks.

"No, Bolly, not that. Yer face looks fine, just as pretty as ever. Just... I'm lucky, a bloody lucky bloke, ter 'ave such a sexy, charmin', amazin' woman as you."

It was one of the most touching things he had ever said to her, and Alex instantly felt tears brimming in her eyes at his words. Not caring that the tea slopped over and splashed onto the immaculate aqua blue covers, she pulled him into a huge hug, pressing her lips to his as her tongue sought entry, feeling his mouth slowly part to allow it access and his own tongue, tasting suspiciously like cheese on toast, twisting seductively round hers. She moaned, unable to resist, feeling his arousal beginning to literally grow and noting her own becoming increasingly obvious.

"Well, well, well," she murmured against his mouth as she discovered a little bit of cheese right at the back of his mouth, lapping at it and smiling as he reflexively swallowed it, his throat bobbing beneath hers. "So Gene Hunt can cook. What a turn-on..."

Gene tackled her, laughing, pinning her to the bed as she reached for his pyjama buttons, shedding his bottoms himself.

The tea stood discarded by the side of the bed, the liquid within shuddering slightly every so often as the room heated up, trembled, and exploded with passion.


Molly's eyes opened to the buzzing of her alarm clock beside her bed, shrieking to her that it was that time of day again as she reached out to turn it off. Chris and Shaz were already up, making breakfast in the kitchen; it came as no surprise to see that Chris was only entrusted to stirring the baked beans and Shaz was the one breaking the eggs, spreading the toast and checking the bacon. To his credit, however, he was watching Shaz with an almost child-like studiousness, taking in how she did the cooking and storing it away for later reference.

"Where do you want your beans, Molls?" Shaz asked, turning to give Molly a one-armed hug to say good morning and hissing to Chris to turn the hob off under the beans. He managed to make it twice as large before eventually shutting it off, giving a little "phew!" under his breath at a crisis averted.

"On the egg, please," Molly replied, sitting down at the table and accepting a generous plate of cooked breakfast, the kind Gene "required" on a daily basis but she and Alex could only deal with every other day. She tucked in with gusto, making a mental note that Shaz was a good cook and to recommend Alex swapped to this brand of bacon.

"Chris, you OK driving Molls to school? I need to pop away for a few minutes, can make my own way to work," Shaz said, kissing Chris on the cheek as she grabbed her coat from the hook by the door, giving Molly another quick hug and heading out with a call of "love you baby!"

In the silence that followed, Chris looked round at Molly, nervousness etched on his face as he considered the teenage girl in the kitchen with him.

"Er, well... er... I might need yer ter, um, tell me where yer school is."

Molly bit her lip and giggled.


"No, no, other way, Chris... I meant the third exit, not the first one!"

"Sorry, it's this engine, can't 'ear yer over it!"

Twenty minutes later and Molly was most definitely going to be late for school. Chris had managed to get them to the other side of Fenchurch, either misinterpreting or not hearing Molly's directions, and was now completely lost and clogging up one of the lanes while he tried to look at a map whilst driving, something which was bound to end badly.

CRASH.

Both Molly and Chris were thrown forwards in their seats as the car collided, thankfully at a fairly low speed, with a lamp-post, which decided to protest against the car ramming into it and fought back. Steam began billowing from the bonnet of the car as Molly looked up to see Chris staring at the front windscreen, his hands positioned to be holding a map but the map in question adorning his face, which had torn through it with his nose where Bethnal Green should have been.

Although they had just had a car crash, Molly couldn't help laughing at the combined effect of the shocked expression on Chris' face and the new head-dress.


Alex wound her arms round Gene as they collapsed back onto the bed, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs and panting chests and hands grasping at each others' flesh. She felt like nothing could hurt her anymore, her euphoria lifting her onto a separate planet as Gene gasped for oxygen next to her, equally star-struck.

"Bolly, I..."

He was cut off abruptly by something; Alex looked round to see him clap a hand to his mouth, leaping off the bed and running through into the bathroom naked. While it wasn't exactly an unpleasant sight, she wanted to know what was happening.

"Gene...? Gene!"

Jumping off the blue covers herself, Alex followed him, pulling the door open to see him bent over the toilet, vomiting into the bowl and only turning slightly when she knelt down next to him, putting her hand on his hot back, rubbing over it as he retched again and again into the loo.

"I think we can learn a life lesson from this," she murmured to him, leaning against his shoulder and seeing what was left of the cheese on toast floating in front of her. "No strenuous exercise right after eating."

Gene groaned, but had to accept she was right.


A/N: So, how'd I do? Hope you liked it! Please remember to review. Jazzola :)