Sorry, couldn't resist!!!
Epilogue
Alex slowly emerged from a deep, restful sleep. Dreaming again? She questioned herself, it wouldn't be the first time she'd had vivid dreams about a certain someone. Tentatively she stretched out a leg across the bed; it hit something solid and very real, another leg, Gene Hunt's leg. No, definitely not a dream then.
"Gene?" she said still unconvinced and doubting her senses, doubting the memory of the previous hot, sweaty, passionate night, doubting the tell-tale signs she felt on her own body.
A half asleep grunt came back, no it was all real.
The previous day Gene and Alex had taken Sarah to the station, although shaken and bruised, there was no lasting damage, physical or otherwise. Alex remembered her warm smile and the hug she had given her, chuckled to herself at her instruction to 'look after 'im'. A little time at home in Manchester would do her good and hopefully appease her mother who seemed to phone at ten minute intervals, but she was determined she'd be back in London soon to continue with her studies.
Alex's attention returned to the dozing man beside her, "I just wanted to check I didn't dream last night," she said playfully.
Gene suddenly stirred and became more alert, "you 'ave dreams about me often, Bols?" he questioned.
She had nothing to lose, he knew she loved him, she knew he loved her, they'd seen each other in every compromising position imaginable and then some the previous night, there was little room for embarrassment now.
"Yes, often," she teased, lowering her voice to a soft husky drawl.
"Sort of dreams?" he really had perked up.
"You and me, doing things to each other," she continued.
"Keep going this is giving me the right 'orn," he smiled wickedly.
"Like last night, here, in bed, other places."
"Go on," he rasped, catching her wrist and directing her hand beneath the covers to feel his early morning arousal, urging her to stroke his hard length as she spoke.
"Hmm," she moaned softly, "bent over your desk."
He drew in a breath, "yes, Bols, oh yes, we 'ave the same dreams."
"Elsewhere too, over the bonnet of your car," she whispered.
"On my car, not on yer bloody life woman!"
The end for sure ;)