Author's Note

Thank you so much for the positive feedback so far!! It's always reassuring to know people are liking what I'm writing. This chapter doesn't really have any plot, but is instead very smutty(should I apologise for that? I don't feel like I should *dirty laughter*). The next chapters will likely return to a healthy balance between plot and smut,but for now smut is all you're getting so do with it what you will (.)(.) that is meant to be eyes but looks more like boobs somehow, seems fitting so I'm keeping it LOL!

Most importantly I most definitely would not have been able to produce this chapter without the help of a friend. It was a joint effort between me and GenieBolls(or @Genie_Bolson Twitter - I'm @_bollykecks on there if anyone was wondering!). We really hope you enjoy it, and as ever, feedback is welcome! :)

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Alex awoke encompassed by a pair of strong arms and was becoming gradually aware that she was in breathing in the familiar musky masculine scent that was so uniquely Gene and always made her knees go weak. Behind her, Gene snored quietly, still encased by a blissful sleep that he hadn't enjoyed for quite some time. Oh my God, Alex panicked, he's my boss, I just slept with my boss-

She could've slapped herself, she'd almost forgotten again. He wasn't her boss at all, not really... at least not anymore. I'd better not say that to him though, she smiled to herself. As she cautiously turned to face him, catching sight of his face brought everything rushing back. He looked so peaceful now, in a way she'd never seen him before. The trials and tribulations of his existence couldn't affect him, not here as he slept at Alex's side.

He couldn't explain it, the way that Alex emitted an aura that protected him in a way he'd been protecting the others for years. They were stronger together, unbreakable, and now they were stronger than ever.

As Alex watched his chest rise and fall with each passing breath, she recalled everything. Sweet reveries of the night prior and all she'd been blessed with flooded her brain. He shouldn't have driven, she denounced, but it didn't matter either way, not now. She hadn't complained about him having driven when she leapt at him after arriving home.

They'd barely made it through Alex's front door. Falling into the hallway, clutching to each other as if for dear life; she'd never been so engulfed with passion.

All hesitance was no more. Gene's mouth came down hard on hers, tongues entwining and insides overcome with a fizzy sensation, as blood redirected towards their centres. It was demanding, this lustful flame that blazed between them. With equal enthusiasm, Alex's body responded to Gene's force. His hands explored every curve and crevice of her frame while she made way for his neck, licking and biting after ridding herself of the coat that now laid crumpled on the ground. Gene's long fingers gripped at every inch of bare flesh within their grasp. He'd had some semi-decent birds in his hay day, but reaching this level of arousal had never transpired, not once. Grabbing hold of her breasts, a smirk grew on Gene's face. "Bloody 'ell, Bolls."

She hadn't worn a bra under her gown, and the cold, stiffened nipples that had prodded Gene's palm only proliferated his eagerness to get Drake out of her attire. He dipped his head, closing his lips over a taut peak and sucking on it through the fabric, reluctant to let go of her other breast. Alex murmured her approval as she raked her nails through his mane. "Mmmm...Gene...bedroom...now," Alex breathed heavily. Her hands had hooked themselves over his shoulder blades, attempting to stay on her feet.

"Mmm" Gene grunted. He couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. I'd give it to 'er 'ere no problem. But she insisted, pulling away and taking his hand forcefully. She'd dragged him up two flights of stairs at record speed. "Bloody 'ell Bolls, you tryna kill me?" he'd puffed. A few minutes, no longer, spent in Bolly's home before he was able to lay her down on her posh, fancy bed and have his wicked way with her. The material of his dreams was quickly becoming reality, he'd been swathed in disbelief.

They'd scarcely made it through her bedroom door before their mouths met again in a hot, breathy kiss. Alex's fingers clumsily scrabbled to pop his buttons, eager to run her hands over his naked chest. Desperation tore her from his lips, clutching at the front of his shirt and ripping it open. Buttons pinged off in all directions, as Gene took ahold of her face and kissed her passionately, sparing all but a second to purr the words "turn around."

Alex had done as he'd asked. Gene stood behind her as he moved her hair to the side, reaching for the zip of her dress. He paused, hesitantly moving closer to her ear. "No take-backs Bolls, you sure yer wanna do this?" She nodded, too lost for words to respond with anything lingual. The gesture had restored Gene's confidence. His lips moved to a point behind Alex's ear that made her weak. Gene knew it too, as she moaned and lent back into him. He could taste her perfume on his tongue as he nibbled, sucked and kissed her neck. One hand snaked around her waist and reached up to fondle her breast, whilst the other gently tugged at the zip of her dress, lowering it slowly, torturously. Alex grew impatient, snapping the words "just rip it off me, Gene," whilst failing to control her breaths.

The seams of the champagne gown had been torn apart, and Gene's shirt lay beside it in a heap on the floor. Tongues entangled again, as Gene guided Alex rearwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed causing her to fall backwards. He gawped in awe as she lay before him, affording a moment to appreciate Alex Drake in all her natural beauty. "Mm," he pouted in approval as he leaned over her and scanned her naked body. "Best tits I've ever clapped eyes on," he commented, capturing a straining nipple in his mouth. "Dreamt about this ever since we got stuck in that vault," he added, sucking on her other nipple.

"Mmm...and what did this dream entail? Oh..." Alex moaned throatily as Gene's lips moved down her body, tenderly biting at her ribs.

"Action's speak louder than words, Bolls." He nibbled again, this time near her waist. Her fingers threaded through Gene's hair, holding him there as she arched her back, pushing herself closer. "Think these need ter go, don't you, Bollinger Knickers?" He bit at the only bit of fabric left on Alex's body: a cream, silky thong.

"Yes," Alex responded in frustration, "take them off." Gene slowly slid the garment down over Alex's long lower-limbs before throwing them to one side. Running his palms up both legs, squeezing at her thighs and hips. There wasn't a part of Gene's body that wasn't pulsating, though there was one that was doing considerably more pulsating than the rest.

He gobbed a generous amount of spit onto his fingers, sliding two digits inside of her. "Jesus, Alex..." She knew what he was going to say, she could feel it. "Yer drippin' wet." His cock throbbed even harder. Alex threw her head back in pleasure, arching her body as Gene's fingers thrusted in and out of her. "Like that, do yer?" he asked with a grin, seeing her hands turn to fists as they clutched at the bedsheet. Drake writhed under his actions, barely able to meet his zealous stare. "Certainly looks like yer do." The subtle, smug grin grew on his parted lips. He withdrew his fingers and licked off her wetness from them "Taste good, Bolls" he smirked. Dipping his head, he began to tease her with a cocky tongue.

She couldn't take it anymore; she needed the release.

"Fuck me...G- Gene... oh God...I- I wanna cum...ugh... with you...you inside me." Breathlessness had dried the walls of Alex's mouth, as she pleaded for Gene to enter her.

"Thought yer said you were a modern girl who comes when she needs to.." He lifted his head and began circling his thumb on her clit, synchronising with his fingers, in a way that made Alex's head want to explode. A few more strokes, and the pressure builded deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh God...oh..." her mouth formed an o-shape, "oh Gene...I'm gonna...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, Alex." Gene wrenched a fistful of Alex's hair to one side, asserting his dominance. "You'll do as I say, woman. Cum for me, now," he growled. The muscles in his hand burned, his forearm arm shaking so vigorously as Alex floundered beneath him.

"Oh...fuck...fuck..." It was as though her blood had turned to liquid gold, as her hot core became taut and her body shook.

"Look at me, Alex" Gene ordered, feeling her constrict around his fingers. With a contorted face, Alex opened her eyes and met his piercing stare. Overcome with pure euphoria, a loud moan escaped her as she flooded Gene's hand and the sheets beneath her. "Fuckin'ell," he mumbled. His heart thudded in his chest. Thank God for that, if I 'ad to wait much longer my balls would've exploded. Gene rose to his feet and scrutinised his sultry D.I. Hair everywhere, flushed cheeks, and a couple of territorial bruises left by his truly on her right breast. Gene licked his fingers once more, wanting to preserve Alex's taste on his tongue.

"Good God-" Alex covered her mouth with her hand as she rolled over to inspect the state of the bedsheet.

"I know, filthy innit?" Remaining fixed on Alex's flesh, Gene couldn't so much as blink for fear of missing any of what he could see. "Bit like you." He pouted, still slightly shell-shocked by the occurring events.

After a moment to compose herself, Alex rose. "We'll see about that..." Taking a deep breath and steadying herself, she wriggled onto her knees. "How much of this have you imagined?" she inquired, making short work of his belt, unzipping him and reached inside his boxers to free his rock-hard erection. Her eyes widened and a pulse of unmitigated need ripped through her. God, he was magnificent.

"Not enough by the looks of it," Gene answered, taking a deep breath as her hot mouth found his chest. It left a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses as she wrapped her fingers around his girth.

"Mmm, bigger in every department. You weren't lying." She grinned.

"Never 'ad any complaints before," Gene replied.

Suddenly she stopped. Gene looked at her. "I want the Gene Genie on his back." Alex giggled and bit her lip. Pushing him down on the bed, she moved her way in between his legs and took in the sight before her. She began kissing the inside of his thigh, occasionally biting gently and thinking to herself now who's in charge? as Gene fidgeted at the sensation. Her tongue worked its way from his groin to his tip, performing circular motions around the end of his impressive length, gently squeezing his balls with a firm hand.

"You're lucky I've had a drink, woman," Gene exhaled as his head flopped backwards. "Otherwise your pretty face- ugh..." A groan escaped him, as Alex worked his length. "Well it'd be a hot, sticky mess quicker than Allan Wells could run 'undred meters." His cock throbbed at the image in his mind as his eyes closed. Alex's face dripping in his load. Filthy mare. Sucking him into her mouth led to Gene moaning "Alex, more." She took in all the length she could fit, until his tip prodded the back of her throat. He took a breath, raising his head to look back at her, unexpectedly meeting her eyes. He held her hair in his hands, allowing him to see Alex's cheekbones accentuated beautifully, as her mouth encased his member. Triumph raced through her veins. As she sped, working him to a peak, Gene's breaths turned to grunts and groans. He couldn't think straight. Kissing and sucking on his tip, she tasted a few drops of his rapture and took him fully into her mouth again. Cupping his balls in one hand, pumping his cock with the other, slightly off-sync with her lips; Gene's legs were almost shaking. "Christ...oh God...fuckin'ell-"

He was close.

"Alex..." he struggled. She could feel him pulling at her, underneath her arms. She stopped. Flipping over onto her back, Alex wasn't quite sure what had happened; it's happened so quickly. "Fuck-" she whimpered.

"Wanna be inside you when I cum," he growled. Gene lay above her, lined up ready. Wrapping both legs around him, Alex brought him as close as she could manage. Gene thrust a little way inside of her and she gasped at the sheer size of him. "Alrigh'?" He frowned.

Alex pleaded. "God, yes. Don't stop…please…" A glimmer of a smirk ran across his face, before he buried himself in her up to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure as her body welcomed him. Gene stopped, leaning his head against her shoulder. "Gene?"...

"Sorry Bols, just don't wanna go off half-cocked, been dreamin' 'bout this, ever since I met yer." She smiled. Was that a trace of embarrassment? Gene Hunt and embarrassed in the same sentence, I can't believe it.

"Oh, trust me Gene," Alex rose one leg onto his shoulder. "There's nothing half cocked about you". Their mouths met as he slowly thrusted himself in and out of her. "Gene...more...harder" Alex cried. Pounding her, hard and deep, he grunted with every thrust of his hips between her legs. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck as one hand gripped to the leg beside his head. Even in me dreams she wasn't this flexible.

"Mine, Alex. All mine." he said with a low growl as he bit and sucked at her neck. Her hands had no limits, she grounded herself against him wantonly.

"Yours, Gene. Only yours." Fingers tugging at his gold mane, fingernails leaving blood-drawn tracks on his shoulder blades, all whilst she rocked her hips to meet his. "Oh my-...Gene...I-..."

"I know, Alex...I know." She gazed up at him longingly with an 'o' shaped mouth as he raised himself above her. Running her fingers over his chest, they laced together around his neck and settled there, as Gene's sizeable shaft made Alex feel whole in ways she'd long since forgotten. Something changed in that moment, a switch had flipped, Alex remembered. Her lips had desperately sought his, pulling down at his shoulders until a sweet, salty kiss was within reach. She'd wrapped her free leg around his waist tighter for leverage, letting him drive into her deeper, clinging to him as though he was the only thing she'd ever cared about. She could barely breathe; heart beating out of her chest as a rhapsody of emotions built deep within her once again.

"Oh...Gene...I'm gonna...you're gonna...fuck-" Her clenched walls left Gene with no control over his arousal, gritting his teeth as he let his forehead fall against Alex's. He grunted fiercely with every thrust, as beads of sweat fell from his hairline. Euphoria consumed them both. Alex's back arched as the release surged throughout her body, while Gene's large fists accommodated two scrunched up handfuls of the pillow beneath Alex's head.

"Fuckin'ell...Alex...oh God-" Gene erupted deep inside of her, sending a tremor through his body far greater than any daydream could ever muster.

They had clung to each other through their aftershock. Gene didn't simply flop to one side afterwards, not in the way Alex had envisioned. He'd stroked her hair, kissed her tenderly. It caught her off guard, even if he did almost ruin the sentiment by muttering "thanks for coming" in an attempt at humour. The room filled with silence as they lay, all except for the sound of their steadied breathing. Gene's chest was pressed to Alex's back as he caressed her hip and waist with gentle hands beneath the quilt. He wasn't quite sure what time she'd drifted off, but he'd barely slept a wink. Fearing a change between them on waking pried him away from subconsciousness. It was gone nine by the time he'd given in to fatigue; Alex had already had four hours of sleep.

She hadn't slept so well in quite some time. Before sliding out of the bed, she stroked a lock of blonde hair back from Gene's forehead. Whispering the words "thank you," whilst unaware of just how much of a light sleeper Gene was. He didn't budge, not until Alex had vacated the room. For what? He wondered curiously.

Alex had slipped into her silk dressing gown, shivering at the cold January temperatures as she descended to the bottom floor of her home. What does Gene Hunt eat for breakfast? She rooted through her cupboards, and lastly her fridge. "Well," she spoke to herself, "it seems we're fresh out of pencil-pushing pricks. He'll have to make do with a greasy fry-up." Giggling at her own remark, she retrieved the ingredients for a hearty full English. Midway through cooking, the radio turned itself on. It startled her at first, before she found humour in the fact that Bowie's 'Jean Genie' was its song of choice. "You must think you're so funny," she mumbled to herself as she placed the sausages and black pudding in the pre-heated frying pan.

"Who yer taking to, Mrs Cuckoo?" Gene stared, leaning in the doorway in only his boxers and buttonless shirt. He'd been studying Alex for a few quiet minutes, watched as she'd gone about preparing him a meal.

"Oh, nobody. Good morning." Using the heel of her wrist to rid her forehead of the messy fringe, she smiled at Gene who looked equally dishevelled.

"Indeed it is. Sleep okay?" Moving toward her, he felt a lump in his throat as nerves settled within him. Why am I so unsettled over a bit of bloody skirt? He asked himself, despite knowing deep down she wasn't just a bit of bloody skirt at all. Alex Drake was the full works, and he wasn't sure whether he'd hit his head and dreamt all of last night's events.

"Yes, thank you. You?"

"Mm, not bad ta." He eyed the food up, its sweet aromas making him salivate. "What's all this then? Didn't you 'ave enough sausage last night, Bolls?"

"Breakfast." Alex disregarded his crude remark, acknowledging it only by flashing him a grin. "Or brunch, actually, I haven't checked the ti-"

"-Brunch?" Gene interjected. "Is that with or without those posh, pointless, bitesize snacks?"

"Canapés," Alex corrected.

"It's January Bolls, far too cold for eating outside." Alex tittered, shaking her head as she placed the bacon in the pan. "Well," he continued, "I 'ad a meal fit for a King last night which has tided me over, but if yer offering I shall politely accept."

Alex turned to face the scruffy-looking, six-foot man behind her, gazing at him for a moment. Her eyes flickered between his silver flecked irises and Gene Hunt pout. "Your shirt...I'm sorry." Running her fingers along the fabric she inspected the loose threads where buttons should be. "I can re-button it for you." She glanced back up at him.

"S'alright luv. Plen'ny more where this one came from." Gene's lips twitched a brief smile. "Yer frock on the other hand-" Alex interrupted.

"-It was worth it." She tilted her head to the side slightly, still grasping the join of his crumpled, white shirt.

"Was it?"

"Mm. Completely."

Alex heeded the soft vulnerability in Gene's expression. Their eyes instigated a conversation that involved no spoken words.

Let me in, Gene.

Why?

Because I want you to trust me.

I do trust you.

Then let me in.

Can't you see I already 'ave, woman?

"Go on, go and sit down. I'll bring it in when it's cooked." Alex let go of his shirt and took a small step back. "There's a blanket inside the ottoman, feel free to take it out if you're cold." She turned away from him and tended to the contents of the large frying pan, lowering the heat as the oil spat at her. Gene nodded, though he remained in his stance.

On impulse he stroked her hair to one side, placing a small kiss just behind her jawbone. Alex had almost flinched, surprised by his notion. Gene lingered long enough for her to feel two warm exhales on her skin. Goosebumps formed almost instantly. "Don't take too long, ay?"Why, will you miss me? Alex pondered. "Only the longer you slave over 'ere, the less time you'll 'ave to slave under-"

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of time, Gene. Don't worry about that." Alex craned her neck to smirk at him. Ah, there he is, the Gene Hunt we all know and love, she thought.

"Right-" Nodding and bowing, signature pout firmly in place, he sniffed. "Well then..." He patted her arse twice, before striding away into the living room and making himself scarce.

Alex always thought Gene would be gentle and affectionate underneath the brambly exterior; her psychoanalytic skill set had revealed to her that much. Not on many occasions had she experienced it though, not to this degree. Gene Hunt, quite the question mark...even to a trained mind.