DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ashes to Ashes or any of the characters featured, and neither do I own the lyrics used.

Hello! I just wanted to say a massive thank you to everybody who has read the first chapter so far. I know it's certainly different to Modern Love with regards to tone and plot (it's quite refreshing to write something a bit more lighthearted and humourous!) but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I know that this is horrendously cheesy but somehow, it just seemed to work perfectly, so bear with it and feel free to cringe at some of the dodgy lines ;) Now, I know I promised you a lovely 'M' rated chapter two...so, without further ado, here it is!

MissLP x

Gene Hunt sat frozen at his table, fixed to his chair with shock and lust. Merely seconds ago, Alex Drake's soft breath was dancing around his ear, whispering those all too inviting lyrics.

'You've got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored.
Let's head for home now, everything I have is yours...'

A fierce burning sensation surged through his body, burning fiercest where her lips had lingered tantalisingly close to his skin. He had watched her intently as she walked off, his overriding lust distorting his vision as she furthered away from him in slow motion. Step by step, and day by day...

Was she really being serious? This indescribable woman, unlike any other he had ever met, seemed to somehow hold the reigns to his soul so tightly that he couldn't help but adore her. The endless daydreams, the endless scenarios played out in his head, the endless stares across the room, the endless passion and the endless torture of seeing but not touching was beginning to prove too much for him. But, now she was offering him everything on a plate. Make it a silver platter. You soppy bastard.

Five agonising minutes passed before he silently excused himself from his table, discreetly avoiding the looks of the rest of his team. Luigi stood behind the bar, polishing glasses; he had to duck his head in order to hide the beaming grin he had etched upon his face. Luigi wasn't fooled.

At the bottom of the flight of stairs leading up to Alex's flat, Gene's stomach began churning violently.

'All I desire...'

The lyrics of the song kept circling his head despite it having finished a while ago on the radio. He slowly began to ascend the stairs, each one signifying a step closer to his desires; each one signifying a step closer to her.

'Keep climbing higher and higher...'

His thoughts became a muddled flurry as he reached the door. Taking a final nervous breath, he poised his hand to knock on the door.

'It's too late to hesitate...'

What if she was just messing him around? No, she wouldn't do that. Well, she could – if she wanted to. She had men queueing down streets for her, all falling at her feet. He never thought he'd be one of them, yet here he was; apparently at the front of the queue. He only hoped that she would send the rest of them away, saying the position was filled, and that she was whole-heartedly happy with the man who filled that position. But what if he messed it up? What if he...Fuck it.

Three rapid knocks sounded on the door. Feeling the bile rise in his throat slightly as he waited, he quickly took a swig of his scotch from his hipflask. This was it.

After a couple of seconds, which felt like five stressfully long minutes, the door opened.

Alex stood in the doorway, dressed in her clothes she wore to the restaurant earlier minus her blazer jacket. The soft light radiating from the lamps in the flat created a welcoming ambience, casting faint shadows across her face. Her emerald eyes glimmered as she looked at Gene, a smile tugging the corners of her velvety red lips.

'You were tempted, then.' It wasn't a question; the seductive huskiness of her lowered voice rang around Gene's head as she extended her unwounded hand. Nothing else was said as she gently entwined her fingers with his, and pulled him through the door towards her until their chests were touching. They both froze, their gazes locked. A wave of nervousness washed over them both as Gene's hands settled on Alex's cheeks. Alex took a silent breath, her lips open in anticipation. She leant towards Gene, his eyes closing as their faces inched nearer to each other's. As their lips were about to connect, Alex swiftly pulled away and walked around him, shutting the door. A light laugh resounded around the flat as Alex lingered by the doorway.

With his eyes still shut, Gene groaned, both annoyance and desire combining to create a sigh of angst-filled lust.

'Yer bloody tease,' he whispered as he opened his eyes. He turned towards her, still standing at the door. He suddenly strode over to her, extending his arms against the door and pressing his body against hers in order to trap her in his hold. Alex's smile faded from her lips as she felt Gene's arousal growing, creating a wanton, pure desire that took over her body.

'Yer not gon'ta get away this time, Alex.'

Before either of them had time to breathe, Gene propelled his lips into hers, a passionate kiss causing them both to lose themselves in each other. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to assault her lips, to which she fought back with equal force. Three years of accumulating lust, passion, trust and adoration had led them to this moment.

Alex let out a lustful moan; she felt Gene's smile forming as their kisses continued.

'Bloody 'ell, Bolls. With groans like tha', yer won't ruddy need ter sing at all!'

Alex laughed, pulling away. 'In that case, I'll carry on.'

With no warning, she spun them both around; Gene was now trapped against the door as Alex thrust her body against his, their mouths frantically searching each other's. Their moans increased as their hands began exploring; Alex's hands raked through Gene's golden mane of hair whilst his were embracing her back and hips. Gene pulled his mouth away and began trailing kisses down Alex's neck, receiving heightened moans as his sunk his teeth into her flesh.

'Fuck, Gene!' Gasps of expletives tumbled from her mouth as she struggled to maintain her control during his assault of her neck. He continued lower, kissing her shoulders until the neck of her shirt prevented him from going further. He gripped the bottom of it and ripped it over her head and her arms, revealing her breasts encased in a black silky bra. He threw the shirt onto the kitchen table, and then drew his attention back to her chest; he paused in wonderment.

'Opens at the back, I see,' he commented jokingly.

He received a laugh in reply, and she once again leant into his ear.

'You think that you're right now,
You're gonna face it tonight now...'

Sweeping his lips back up her neck, he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss; her groans escalated as he placed his hands on her breasts.

'Never 'as there ever been a song so bloody appropriate for the occasion,' he murmured seductively between kisses.

'I know,' she replied, another gasp following as his hands began to massage her breasts. 'Heaven 17 really know what they're talking about.'

Gene breathed a laugh, and continued to kiss her mouth. Bloody hell...

'Shit! Mmm...Gene,' she sighed. 'Let's move this to the bedroom...'

'What the bloody 'ell 'appened ter wantin' ter do it on the table?' he smirked.

'Just take me to the fucking bedroom!' she demanded, lust and passion glazing her eyes. Gene abided, and grabbed her hips roughly and lifted her up, her legs wrapping round him as he directed them both into the bedroom. Crashing forcefully through the door, he pushed her into the opposite wall, trapping her once again as he bit her lips whilst he held her arse before tumbling her onto the bed. He loomed on top of her, and settled himself onto her so their bodies moulded to each other.

'Ahem, excuse me,' she whispered. 'Jacket. Shirt. Off. Now.'

Whilst still caught in a fervent kiss, Alex's hands pushed off the heavy suit jacket and swiftly undid the buttons of his suit shirt, eventually wrenching it off his arms. They both groaned as the warmth of their skin fused together.

'Jeans, Bolly. Can't be doin' wi' yer jeans now, can we?' Gene's hands slid down Alex's torso and made light work of the buttons and zip of Alex's high waisted jeans, quickly peeling them off and throwing off her shoes to reveal her smooth, long legs and a pair of black silk knickers. 'Jesus.'

'Alex will do, Gene.' She smirked as she pulled him back up to meet her mouth, her hands trailing down his chest to also undo his trousers. They slid off as Gene kicked his boots off, the clatter of them hitting the floor not fazing either of them as they became immersed in their kisses. Alex opened her eyes and pulled away, letting her gaze inspect his body until they settled on Gene's boxers, which were ineffective in disguising the size of his erection.

'Mmm, hello.' Alex bit her lip as Gene began kissing her ears.

'Sneaky peek, Bolly Kecks?' He gently bit her earlobe. 'Well, d'yer like what yer see?'

'Very much so, Guv.' Alex slid down his body and began to toy with the waistband of the boxers. In her soft, dulcet tones, she began to quietly sing to herself. 'I've never been closer...'

'Me neither, Bolly, so I suggest yer hurry up before I give in to the temptation!'

She flicked her eyes up to his, and smirked.

'Patience is a virtue, Gene,' she whispered as her hand ventured underneath the fabric. She gently placed her hand around him, and slowly began to work up and down his shaft.

'Shit, Bolls,' Gene groaned, his eyes closing as the touch and feel of her hand on him aroused him further. Alex pulled the waistband down properly, freeing his erection; Gene kicked off the boxers as Alex began to move her hand faster. Alex's eyes widened as she took in the size of him. Bloody hell. Gene smirked knowingly as his chest began to heave as his breathing increased.

'I take it you like it, then?' Alex asked seductively.

'Bollocks, oh- fuck! Shit, Bolly!'

Alex had taken Gene by surprise – her mouth replaced her hand. Opening his eyes momentarily, he saw her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him and caressed his long length with her tongue – he had to shut his eyes almost immediately.

'Fuck me, Bolly. The sigh' o' yer's enough to make me come, Jesus bloody Nora!'

Looking up at him, she sensed that he wanted to save it; so, with a final gentle graze of her teeth from the bottom to the top of his cock, she crawled back up to meet his mouth with kisses.

'Come on then, Lady B. Time to reveal yerself.' His arms wound around her back and quickly unhooked her bra, which fell down her arms to uncover her breasts. Gene kissed them generously, licking and sucking gently as Alex moaned her appreciation.

'Gene, that feels- mmm...'

His kisses trailed down her bare stomach and his lips lingered above her knickers. His breath on her skin caused a fierce burning sensation as she blushed with excitement and anticipation.

'Please, Gene.'

His hand played with the silky fabric and inched lower and lower until he could feel the wetness of her arousal.

'Crikey, Bolly,' he whispered as he pushed the fabric aside. His fingers gently slid along her wetness.

'Please...' Alex whimpered above him. He couldn't resist; he slid a finger slowly inside her, a long groan vibrating from Alex's chest. He began to move his hand in and out steadily, causing Alex to gasp.

'Fuck, oh Christ!'

Gene smirked. He withdrew his fingers and peeled off the drenched knickers, fully exposing her to his view. He paused, once again taken aback; he lowered his lips to her, and gently began to lick and suck her wetness.

Alex couldn't contain herself. 'Oh my God, please Gene! Oh, shit!' Immediately, she felt the beginnings of violent pleasure building up in her stomach. He began to suck harder, causing her to writhe above him.

'Shit, Gene, I- fuck! I'm going t- I'm going to come, oh God...'

Taking his cue from her, he held back and became gentler before all together stopping. He hastily pulled himself back up to her and pressed an urgent kiss onto her lips; she could taste herself, hot and sweet, in his mouth. He looked at her for reassurance as he placed his cock at her entrance. He leant over to whisper once again in her ear.

'Step by step...'

He kissed her ardently as he pushed himself into her slick, wet heat; they both gasped.

'Shit, Bolly, yer so- ah, so tight!'

He felt her clamp down on him as he filled her completely. Alex tried to suppress a scream, instead gasping and heaving breaths.

'Fuck, Gene! Oh, Christ, you're so big, shit!'

He slowly withdrew himself almost completely from her before he thrust back into her again. Their moans, murmurs and gasps syncronised perfectly as Gene began to thrust harder inside her. As they moved together, in perfect unison, they both knew that it felt right. For her to be in his arms meant that they had won the battle; won against Keats, and won against the doubts anyone had cast upon them both. They both knew, from that very first moment three years ago, that they adored each other.

And this was perfect.

They continued to move together, their gasps and groans increasing in volume and intensity. Neither had experienced such violent pleasure as Gene pumped harder and faster inside her. Alex's nails dug hard into Gene's flesh as she clung and clawed onto him, holding him for dear life as the building pleasure almost became too much to bear.

'Fuck, Gene! Fuck me, oh- I think I'm going to- I think...'

'Alex! Shit, I'm gon'ta come, fuckin' hell!'

Their groans and gasps transformed into cries of pleasure as they both neared the pinnacle of ecstasy. Alex's voice became hoarse as she screamed out his name, her orgasm about to flood her body.

'Gene!'

Hearing her scream his name and seeing her buck and writhe underneath him sent Gene over the edge into indescribable bliss, roaring her name as they came together in ecstatic euphoria. Their groans and heavy breathing slowly subsided as they recovered, smiles etched onto their faces in their post-orgasmic bliss. Gently manoeuvring himself, his hands found her cheeks, and he pressed a tender, adoring kiss onto her lips, to which she responded by placing her arms around his neck.

'Alex.'

She smiled as he whispered her name, wanting nothing more in that moment apart from him. Gene gently moved himself off the top of her, and settled down next to her, wrapping her in a warm, tight embrace, wanting nothing more in that moment apart from her.

Every second counts, I can't break away.

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The next morning, after another wonderful round of passionate sex, breakfast in bed and more sex, Alex and Gene made their way to work. As Alex went to her desk, she noticed Gene go over to Ray, where he began talking with a suspiciously low volume. Alex raised an eyebrow, but eventually decided to abandon her curiosities; he was probably going to ask Ray to give Chris a good boot up the arse.

Gene hurriedly went into his office and was closely followed by Ray. Trying to distract herself in the never-ending mountain of paperwork, she struggled to concentrate whilst her thoughts suspiciously tried to reason with her.

Maybe he's talking about our escapades last night? No, Gene wouldn't do that, surely. Well, he's got his reputation to uphold, he couldn't do that to himself...

Alex sighed as she tried to peer through the office windows from her desk; it was ineffective. The only thing she could see was the pair of them hunched over a piece of paper.

Can't be that then.

After a couple of minutes, Ray strode out of Gene's office and was headed for the doors of C.I.D. Curiosity got the better of her, and Alex stopped him.

'What've you got there, Ray?'

'Oh, jus' somethin' I've got ter photocopy for the Guv. Don' yer worry yer pretty head fer nothin',' he said. Alex noticed the smirk appearing on his face as he swiftly exited the room.

Several files, folders and pieces of paper later, Alex felt tired and decided to make a coffee. C.I.D was back to its usual bustling self, with Shaz typing madly on the typewriter, Chris lingering around attempting to solve a Rubik's Cube, and Terry, Poirot and the rest of the team being useful by sitting around and vaguely looking over case files. Alex sighed as she went into the kitchenette.

In the kitchenette stood Gene. A smile appeared on her face as memories of the previous night flooded her mind.

'Hello again, D.I Drake.' He smirked as she walked further into the kitchenette, obscuring the view from the rest of the office. He snaked his arms around her and gave her a brief but intense kiss.

'Mmm, hello Guv.' She flashed a bright smile in his direction as her hands extended up to his hair.

'So, Detective Inspector. No more Wembley Arena-worthy performances gracin' the kitchen this mornin', then? I am disappointed.'

'Well, last night proved to be a hit with the audience.' She raised her eyebrows as Gene formed a rare smile. 'Like I said, Guv, I'm saving it.' She subconsciously licked then bit her bottom lip. He leant closer, his breath tingling her face as he whispered in her ear.

'Savin' it fer who, Bolly?'

She found his lips with hers, again engaging in a passionate embrace before she broke away. She looked into his glimmering sapphire eyes as she uttered only one word.

'You.' Another smile appeared on her lips as he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead; the tender gesture caused a flurry of butterflies to surge through her body.

'Good. Righ', mus' ge' back ter work, although frankly I could think of certainly one better thin' I could be doin' righ' now.' He raised his eyebrows. 'I'll meet yer in Luigi's later. Go' a surprise for yer.'

With his final words, he swiftly exited the kitchenette, leaving Alex, content to make her coffee, alone with her daydreams and memories of the fantastic night she had just had the the prospective ones to come.

After finishing her coffee, Alex went back into the C.I.D office to see everybody working particularly hard. She dismissed it, and returned to find a piece of folded paper lying on her desk. Curious, she unfolded the paper to reveal a brightly coloured poster.

Fenchurch East C.I.D Celebration!

Come along to Luigi's to experience the latest upcoming singing sensation to hit the wrong side of London...

The all singing, all dancing, and all around gorgeous temptation

D.I Alex Drake!

You won't be disappointed!

April 29th, 7:30pm

Alex stared at the poster in shock. She re-read it several times before the details had properly sunk in. She looked around the rest of the C.I.D office to see the other officers sniggering at replicas of the poster – there were even a couple decorating the doors into the office – and spotted Ray, laying back smugly in his chair. She turned towards Gene's office; alarms bells rang in her head.

She stormed over to the door of Gene's office and flung it open. Gene was hunched over another copy of the poster. Fuming, she walked over to his desk and slammed the piece of paper down onto his desk.

'What the bloody hell is going on?'

'Yer said it yerself Bolly. Yer save yerself fer karaoke. 'Gives the lads a surprise', I quote!' Gene said happily. 'So, I though' I'd book yer in wi' Luigi, he was delighted.'

'But, I- Gene! Christ alive, why?'

'Yer were too good not to. Plus, a bi' o' comedic entertainment courtesy of toi will boost team morale!'

'You can bloody forget your surprise in Luigi's tonight, Gene,' she snarled, turning to exit.

'I don't think so Bolls.'

'I beg your pardon?' She glared at him as he picked up a pen and circled something on the poster. He handed it back to her, and her eyes widened in realisation.

April 29th, 7:30pm.

'Oh, bollocks.'

'You can take it or leave it, but you'd better believe it, Bolly Kecks!'

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The End.

Thank you for reading this - I really hope you enjoyed it, because I certainly did writing it! Feel free to review etc - that's what makes it worthwhile. :) MissLP x