Hope you all enjoy the update! More cold showers on the way, I promise!

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Suddenly blinded once again, Alex blinked reflexively, allowing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. However, she soon realised that this wasn't the most pressing issue at present: Gene Hunt made sure of that.

He seemed to have taken the offensive since their previous encounter, bending over her and taking full advantage of the undone shirt. She quickly gave up any attempts at seeing anything, and allowed her eyes to flicker shut, her head lolling back under his ministrations. His mouth was pressed tightly to hers, lips moving hotly over her own; his tongue occasionally sliding against hers. His hands were supporting her waist, stopping her from falling backwards under his passionate assault. This in turn forced her hands to waist level, so she fisted the tails of his shirt, pulling his midriff as close as possible to hers. It was so comforting to feel that human warmth that so radiated from his body; she felt so safe with Gene.

She snuggled closer still, until she felt something hard and angular digging into her hip.

"Mggrrpphh," she grumbled into his mouth, "'Ots 'ah?"

Pushing him off her slightly, she reached her hand down to his hip and grabbed the object.

"Honestly, Gene!" She slapped him on the arm with the three-quarters-full hip-flask, "You had me worried there."

"Oh don't worry, Bolls," the husky tone of his voice drove her mad with lust, "There's bigger an' better things to come..." Pulling her to him once more, he bent down and nipped lightly at her ear-lobe, tugging it experimentally with his teeth.

"Ohhhhh – Gene...?" she instinctively arched into him a little, pressing her chest tightly to his.

"'Ot i' it 'ow?" He reluctantly let his prize go, and returned to her neck, pressing butterfly kisses to the exposed skin. "I'm a..." kiss "...bit..." kiss "...busy..." kiss "...right now..."

"I'm in a bit of – ooooohhhhh – pain at the moment," she half-breathed, half-moaned into his ear.

"What?" Gene sat bolt-upright, "Your ankle? I thought we'd fixed it."

"No," she punched his arm lightly, sounding a bit embarrassed, "It's my back."

"Is this your not-so-subtle-posh-bollocks way of tellin' me to back off?"

"No!" she sounded even more embarrassed now, "I was going to suggest we... er... get a little more comfortable?"

"Shall I summon up a couple of armchairs and a bottle of Luigi's 'ouse rubbish, then?"

Ignoring his comment, Alex swallowed, summoning up the courage to continue.

"I was thinking more of... a... um... change of positions?"

She could feel the relief radiating from him, as he bent back down to her ear to whisper his reply.

"What you got in mind, Bolly?"

"Well..." she grabbed his half-open shirt, and tugged at it, "I was thinking something along the lines of this..." Taking him by surprise, she pushed him backwards and sideways, following swiftly after him.

"Ooofff!" Gene Hunt was shocked to suddenly find himself flat on his back, with his DI straddling him. Quickly gathering his wits, he had just enough time to mutter "Kinky bitch" before her mouth crashed down onto his.

There was nothing gentle about this encounter; their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues, heads moving frantically against one another. Grabbing his shirt, Alex pulled hard and was rewarded with a loud "rrrrippppp" as the two sides of material parted company, buttons flying right, left, and centre. Satisfied with her work, she grinned against his mouth, before shoving both hands up and under his damp vest, pushing it aside to reveal the torso beneath.

He wasn't exactly hard and muscular, but nor was he soft and flabby, but rather a mixture of both. In any case, Alex Drake didn't particularly care – he was Gene Hunt, and that was all she wanted.

She ran one hand up and over his pectorals, grazing her nails tantalisingly over his nipple.

"Oh... mmm..." he moaned into her mouth, temporarily distracted from her kisses.

She tried the same with the other, nipple, and it too elicited a similar response. Feeling a little light-headed with lust, she dragged her mouth reluctantly away from his, and bent down to his chest. When Gene felt her tongue flick against the raised and sensitive skin, he almost cried out with pleasure. However, when she sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue across the tip, he couldn't restrain himself.

"OH... A-LEX!"

She stopped in her tracks, this being only the second time he had ever said her name. Recovering slightly, Gene took advantage of her surprise and made his move.

Yelping in shock, Alex felt her world tip and tumble as he rolled them over. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, arms pinned behind her head, with Gene Hunt hovering over her, his hands wrestling with her bra.

After a brief tussle, she heard the familiar 'ping', and knew that his efforts had been successful. With his hands behind her back, her linked wrists were forced to remain above her own head, rendering her very exposed to the man above her.

Despite all this, Alex Drake couldn't remember the last time she had felt this turned on. She was lying beneath Gene Hunt; shirt flung wide open, bra to one side, and now hardening nipples exposed to the cool air. She suddenly had a desire to be dominated, for him to take her and possess her. She wanted to give up all control, and just let him take up the reins.

Luckily for her, this was exactly what Gene intended to do.

"Alex?" the unexpected question took a while to sink in.

"Yes?" she struggled to control her beating heart, lest it deprive her once more of the power of speech.

"Are you sure you want me to..." he trailed off softly, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.

She was somewhat shocked by this sudden display of chivalry. He didn't want to take advantage of her, and yet, there was something else in his voice too – a softness and vulnerability that she hadn't noticed before.

"Gene," she whispered back, "No more questions – just take me – right here, right now."

She spoke softly, and yet he understood the need in her tone. There would be time to talk later, they understood that, but for now, she just needed him.

At last allowing the animal inside to rise in his blood, Gene savoured the last dregs of anticipation, and lowered his head..

CCCCCCRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!

The noise and suddenly blinding light simultaneously made them jump out of their skins, and caused their retinas to burn up.

In an effort to turn around and face the assailant, Gene hastily tried to pull his arms around to shield his eyes. However, Alex gave a shocked yelp, and he realised that they were still linked by their bound and looped wrists. Changing tack, he instead hauled her to him, and swung them both around to face the door.

Although they couldn't see anything, they instantly recognised the voice, and it sent shivers down their spines.

"Oho – very kinky" It was the gunman; evidently he had recovered from Gene's attack, and had eventually tracked them down. Now able to see, Alex turned to her companion, and they exchanged a worried glance.

"Now, let's see..." their attacker ran a gloved finger down his chin in mock thought, "Where were we?" Seemingly coming to a conclusion, he lowered his hand, and brought the gun up to his eyelevel.

"Oh yes..." he continued menacingly, "I was about to blow your brains out!"

He raised the pistol, and the pair stared helplessly down the barrel.

"GENE!"

"ALEX!"

They clung to each other, waiting for the bullet.

BANGGGGGGGGGGG!

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Cliffhangers galore, eh?

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