So. Would Gene still refuse to wear a dress if the Commissioner threatened to hang him by his balls from the Christmas tree? Oh no he wouldn't … Oh yes he would … And that's about as seriously as this little offering is supposed to be taken!

It's really just an excuse to get the Gene Genie out of his comfort zone. And out of his clothes …

Thanks as ever for all the kind reviews, hope you enjoy the last chapter.

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Chapter 2

The whole thing had gone swimmingly. Only one fluffed line, everybody made their cues and the audience gave them a standing ovation at the end. Ray and Gene had been the stars of the show, both trying to outdo one another, camping it up and playing to the crowd. She really couldn't believe that Gene had stepped up to the mark so well in the end. He was most definitely due a very large drink.

Most of the cast had left, but she was still in full costume having had a bit of glad-handing to do with the Commissioner and his wife, who'd loved the whole thing.

"I never thought Carling and Hunt had it in'em …"

He was still shaking his head and wiping his eyes as his wife led him off, and she turned back with a sigh of relief, meeting Ray on his way out. He grinned at her and she gave him a brief hug.

"You and the Guv were fantastic, Ray. The stars of the show."

He looked genuinely pleased at the compliment.

"Thanks, Ma'am. Yer weren't too shabby yerself. And that get up …"

He looked her up and down and whistled.

"Why thank you, kind Sir."

She pretended to curtsey, and then looked behind him.

"No Gene?"

"I left him takin' his make-up off. And that's not somethin' I ever thought I'd find meself saying."

They both smirked at one another.

"I'll go and find him. See you at Luigi's later …"

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As she made her way back to the dressing room she was a little apprehensive, she had to admit. Maybe he'd forgive her, seeing as it had gone so well on the night. She suddenly realised the two of them were alone backstage now, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her.

"Guv? You decent?"

She rapped on the door, and walked in without waiting for an answer. He was standing in front of her barefoot and stripped to the waist, and he pouted, brows knitted.

"Oh, do come in, Lady Bols. Good of you ter wait till I'd got me trousers on at least."

Her eyes were glued to his naked torso, and she couldn't help it, she licked her lips. Broad shoulders, smooth chest and a hint of belly. His hair was tousled, and as he glowered at her he looked dishevelled, ruggedly handsome and every inch a red-blooded male.

Her obvious interest wasn't lost on him, and suddenly the air was charged with electricity. She took a couple of steps towards him, unable to tear her eyes away from his. God, she could almost drown in those deep blue depths. Mesmerised, she said the first thing that came into her head

"Your eyelashes are amazing, Gene. Most women would kill for 'em."

Before she knew it she was backed against the wall, and he had one hand either side of her head, trapping her there.

"You implyin' there's something girlie about me, Bols?"

His voice was a low growl and she swallowed nervously, all too aware of his maleness at such close quarters. She gave into the overwhelming desire to touch him, running a hand over his shoulder and slowly down his naked chest, never breaking eye contact. Her heart was pounding and her voice sounded high and breathy in her own ears.

"You do realise this macho display is just you feeling the need to reassert your masculinity, don't you? Perfectly normal, but you've really got nothing to prove, Gene. Trust me …"

His eyes dropped to her mouth as he pressed himself against her and she gasped, feeling his hardness against her hip.

"Alex?"

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up now."

His lips claimed hers, his tongue demanding, possessive, plundering her mouth hungrily, and she moaned, looping her arms round his neck as her legs threatened to give way. It was definitely the best kiss of her life, and when he finally released her she was panting for breath, face flushed, lips swollen.

To one side of the room was a brightly lit dressing table with a long mirror on the wall behind it, and he swept everything onto the floor before lifting her into a sitting position at one end.

"Don't wan' ter be disturbed now, do we?"

He locked the door before moving in between her legs.

"Yer wearing way too many clothes, Lady Bols."

He slipped the jacket from her shoulders and helped her out of it, dropping it to the floor and his eyes darkened. Underneath she had on just a thin cotton blouse and no bra, and her erect nipples were clearly visible. He grinned down at her wickedly.

"Seems someone's not averse ter a macho display, then."

She was already undone as far as her cleavage, and she gasped in surprise as he ripped it open the rest of the way and several buttons flew off and hit the floor.

"What the … !"

He dipped his head and captured an exposed nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard, and she forgot all about the buttons as his long fingers began to tease the other swollen bud, arching her back towards him and stroking her fingers through his silky hair. A strong pulse started up between her thighs and she moaned, pushing harder against his mouth.

"Gene … mmmm, so good …"

He released her and she fell onto her elbows as he pulled her boots off one by one and started on her breeches. She wriggled out of them impatiently, and he tugged them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in just a black lacy thong.

He paused, devouring her greedily with his eyes, and she shivered under his intense scrutiny, gazing up at him from under lowered lashes. His voice was gravelly with desire.

"Bloody Hell, Bols. Yer a sight for sore eyes …"

He ran a teasing finger down her stomach and in between her thighs, stroking her through the thin fabric, and she moaned wantonly. He chuckled.

"So wet fer me, Alex. Don't think Sergeant Rock can wait much longer."

"Don't think I can either, Gene …"

She watched him as he undid his trousers and freed his trapped erection with some relief, her eyes heavy-lidded. Oh my. He really hadn't exaggerated when he said he was bigger in all departments.

"Meet with your approval, Lady Bols?"

He rubbed himself tantalisingly against her and she writhed in frustration, needing more.

"Want you, Gene …"

He continued to tease her, smirking.

"What d'ya want, Alex? Need to hear it …"

"You … inside me … please, Gene …"

In one swift move he tore the thong from her body and surged into her and she cried out, falling onto her back and wrapping her legs round him. His eyes gleamed.

"Assertive enough for yer, Bols?"

He filled her completely, and she moaned as he began to rock inside her, little movements, watching her reactions until he got the angle just right. The sensations he was creating were incredible, and she tightened her thighs around him as the pleasure began to build.

"Ohhh … that's amazing … don't stop …"

"They named the G-spot after me, Alex. Didn't yer know?"

She could feel the first flutterings of orgasm as he reached down between them and rubbed her hard and fast with the ball of his thumb. The extra sensation was enough to push her over the edge into release, shuddering and gasping as her hips bucked up towards his hand.

"Fuck, Gene! Yes …yeeessss …"

He paused, looking down into her flushed face, his eyes glittering with lust.

"Fuck? Oh, I've hardly started, Bols. Yer won't be able ter walk by the time I'm done with yer …"

He began to pound into her then, hard and fast, his fingers digging into her hips, and she felt her body shudder with each thrust, hearing him grunt with the effort. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat building between her thighs again as he drove her relentlessly towards another climax. God, the man had some stamina, she only hoped he could last.

"Look in the mirror, Alex."

Her lids fluttered open and she turned her head to the side, eyes widening as she saw the reflection of Gene Hunt gazing back at her, his dirty blond hair flopping over his forehead as he ravished her thoroughly like some Viking warrior enjoying the spoils of war. She didn't think she'd ever seen a more erotic sight in her life, whimpering as he thrust even deeper, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

She cried his name as she came apart beneath him and he followed her soon after, groaning and swearing, spilling into her finally with a grunt of relief.

He collapsed forwards onto her chest, and she wrapped her arms round him, holding him close as their heart rates returned to normal. Eventually he moved back, drawing her up into his arms, and she buried her face in his chest.

"Jesus, Bols."

She smiled against his skin.

"Am I forgiven?"

He sighed.

"Alex, is this a one night only thing? Need ter know …"

It was the first time he'd sounded unsure of himself, and she sat up, searching his eyes and seeing a mix of uncertainty and hope in their silver depths. Her heart did a little dance as she stroked his cheek softly.

"Well, I was looking forwards to round two back at my place. And then possibly rounds three and four. I don't think I've been punished anything like enough yet …"

"Alex?"

"Yes, Gene?"

"Shut up."

He smirked down at her, and then his lips captured hers in a tender kiss and she sighed against his mouth. He was right, sometimes silence was golden …

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Hope you enjoyed – that'll probably be it with Galex till after Christmas, I suspect.

For anyone who loves the divine Mr Glenister, I've just posted the first "Hidden" fic, and I've got a couple more from other dramas up my sleeve, all M-rated.

Shouldn't matter if you haven't seen them, I'll include an explanation where necessary. Just picture Phil in the leading role!
All reviews will be gratefully received, as ever.