So, here we are then – the longest fic I've ever written finally comes to an end. A huge thank you to everyone who's read and reviewed, and here's a nice long epilogue to say ta muchly.

A word of warning: you might not want to read any further if you're of a sensitive disposition when it comes to smut. Not that you'd be reading my fics in the first place if that was the case! ;)

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Epilogue: Six Months Later

WPC Alex Hunt sat fiddling with the rings on her left hand, a satisfied smile playing round her lips. She was daydreaming, her thoughts back in the bedroom the night before when Gene had done that thing she loved so much, the one that always had her whimpering and begging for more. She squirmed around in her chair, a pulse starting up between her thighs, wondering if she could lure him into the stationery cupboard over lunch. He didn't usually take too much persuading.

After the incident with Kylie their relationship had gone from strength to strength, and two months later Gene had taken her away to a nice hotel for the night and popped the question. She'd said yes, or rather jumped up and down and shouted it, without a moment's hesitation, and three months later they were married. Sam laughingly told her he'd miscalculated by a month, but he'd been allowing for the fact that the Guv was usually such a lazy bugger.

And now it was the beginning of December and she was looking forwards to their first Christmas together. She doubted she'd ever been happier, even though her memories of 2008 were still very vague. Sometimes she saw the faces of a young girl and an older man in her dreams, guessing they'd been important to her, but she could never remember who they were. She found it interesting that both Sam and Kylie had arrived there with much clearer memories, and wondered if it was because they'd both taken their own lives. It seemed that neither had left a great deal behind whereas she felt she had so maybe it was just her subconscious' way of protecting her.

Whatever the reason, her life was there with Gene now and she guessed that in a couple of years she'd hardly remember where she came from at all. A month after she'd arrived a raid on the house of a well-known criminal had turned up a handbag containing the warrant card of a certain WPC Alex Drake, newly moved up to Manchester from London, so she was now officially a member of the team, and Sam was pressing hard for her to be made up to DC as soon as possible. Annie, of course, was delighted to be working alongside Alex, and the two had become firm friends.

Kylie was doing well and Alex had been as good as her word, visiting regularly and offering encouragement and support. It turned out Kylie's mother had blamed her for her father leaving, claiming he'd never really wanted kids and she'd driven him away. No wonder the poor girl had self-esteem issues. Alex was hopeful that with her present progress she might even be ready to come back to work sometime in the new year.

Gene had, of course, held her to her promise to be his sex slave, but as he pointed out she always did what he wanted anyway, so where was the difference? She'd gone to slap him for that one, but he'd grabbed her hand and kissed her into submission as usual, and truth to tell she couldn't really argue with him. Six months together and the sex just got better and better, it seemed. He'd cut down on the fags and booze now he was spending less time at the pub, and she had to admit he was looking mighty fine. It was all she could do to keep her hands off him most of the time, not that he did much complaining.

"WPC Hunt. Daydreamin' again, are we?"

She started guiltily.

"Um … just catching up with some paperwork actually, Guv."

His breath was warm against her neck as he leaned in closer.

"Really? Well how come yer still lookin' at the same page yer were half an hour ago?"

She shivered at the nearness of him, her heart beating faster. Shit. He's got me there.

"I just … um … needed to check something on this page again, that's all, Sir."

It always gave her a thrill to call him Sir, and she knew he liked it.

"Did you now? And wot would that be exactly, seein' as this is just the title page?"

Dammit.

"OK, it's a fair cop, Guv. I was daydreaming about you, though. And last night."

She lowered her voice and shifted in her chair so she could look up into his face, cheered by the wicked glint in his eye.

"No excuse, Hunt. Looks like I'll have ter think of a suitable punishment. My office, beer o'clock. And don't keep me waitin'."

He pouted and tried to look stern, but she knew exactly where this was going and the thought turned her on even more. She didn't think she could wait until after work, fluttering her eyelashes seductively at him.

"Actually, I need you to check something in the stationery cupboard with me. Would … er … lunchtime suit you?"

"No can do, there's somewhere I need to be."

Bastard. He's going to make me wait. As he turned on his heel and she watched his tight backside exit CID she almost groaned with frustration, knowing he'd be smiling broadly to himself. It was only eleven and she was going to have to wait close to seven hours now. Still, so was he, and she knew she'd reap the benefits later.

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At long last, she thought, as the last member of the team wandered off in search of a drink. Gene was sitting in his office, feet on the desk, watching her from under his eyelashes as he'd been doing for the last couple of hours, knowing it would drive her mad. He looked gorgeous, rumpled and sexy, and her heart started to pound with anticipation as he stood and began to close the blinds.

"Drake. Get your lazy arse in here now."

He always called her by her maiden name when they played these games, emphasising the fact that he was the boss. He was leaning back against the desk nonchalantly, arms crossed, legs apart, blue eyes raking over her as she sashayed into his office.

"Close the door and lock it. We wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we?"

"No, Sir."

She did as he asked, keeping her eyes respectfully on the floor.

"Over here and stand in front of me."

His voice was a deep growl, betraying the fact that he wasn't quite as unmoved as he would have her think. She did as he asked, walking forwards on wobbly legs until she was standing almost between his knees, trying not to stare at the bulge in his trousers. Gene caught the direction of her glance and smirked to himself. All in good time.

"Take that ridiculous cravat off."

"Yes, Sir."

She did so with trembling fingers, and dropped it to the floor.

"And now the blouse. Don' keep me waitin' or I'll 'ave ter come down very hard on yer …"

He emphasised the word 'hard' and it was all she could do not to whimper. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice didn't come out as a high pitched squeak.

"With all due respect, Guv, it might be better if you did it."

"Oh?"

She risked a glance from under her lashes.

"You see, I bought it with you in mind."

His eyebrows shot up.

"Hmmm. This is even worse than I suspected. Deliberately tryin' ter distract a senior officer from his duty, eh? You really are a naughty little plonk, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Oh you will be, Drake." He leaned forwards and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, her nose filled with his musky masculine scent. "Yer won't be able ter walk straight when I've finished with yer …"

She swallowed, biting her lip to suppress a moan. He reached forwards to undo her top button and then paused, lips twitching with suppressed amusement.

"Press studs. Very ingenious, Drake."

In one swift move he ripped the blouse open all the way to her navel, and she gasped in surprise.

"Oh! Gene …"

Tugging it out of her waistband, he slipped it back off her shoulders, his fierce blue eyes boring into hers.

"What did you call me?"

"Sorry … Guv."

He took a step back, crossing his arms and shaking his head in mock despair.

"Tut tut, Drake. Yer determined to make this even harder fer yerself, aren't yer? Now lose the skirt, there's a good girl."

She tugged the zip down with shaking fingers and let it pool at her feet before stepping out of it, hearing his sharp intake of breath as he took in her long legs encased in sheer black stockings. His gaze raked slowly over her, his eyes darkening with desire, and her stomach flipped, the throbbing between her thighs becoming more insistent.

He took the three paces back round to his chair and sat down, barely taking his eyes off her, and she held herself proudly even though her knees were threatening to give way.

"Come here, Drake."

Yes please, she thought, swallowing hard and moving round the desk until she was standing directly in front of him, looking down at the floor. He ran a teasing finger slowly up her inner thigh.

"Now, straddle me …"

Heart pounding, she sank down into his lap, aligning herself with his groin and hearing him grunt as she rubbed herself teasingly against him.

"Take your bra off."

His voice was gravelly with lust and she complied immediately, watching his expression as her naked breasts tumbled free inches from his face.

"Beautiful …"

His left hand reached up to toy with one erect nipple, rolling it between his fingers, while his right hand lifted the other breast as his lips closed over the taut bud, sucking hard. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as she moaned, rocking against him, desperate to ease the ache between her thighs. His teasing ministrations were just fuelling the fire of her pent-up frustration and driving her insane with need.

"Oh God … Gene …"

Releasing her, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing round his lips.

"I think you'll find that's 'Guv', Drake. More insubordination …"

He shook his head again, a wicked glint in his eye.

"You really need ter learn who's boss here. On yer knees …"

For a second he held his breath, hardly able to believe it when she slid from his lap without a murmur of protest and knelt between his legs, her hazel eyes glazed with lust. He watched the swift rise and fall of her chest for a few seconds, revelling in the view, and then he remembered his trousers were threatening to cut off his circulation. He cleared his throat.

"Sergeant Rock could use some fresh air, Drake."

He shuffled forwards in his chair as she undid his belt and lowered his fly, freeing his impressive erection, and as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips he thought he might come on the spot. As she gazed up at him waiting for his orders he didn't think he'd ever been more turned on in his life.

"What are you waiting for then? Suck me, woman. And if you do a good job, I might just let yer come later …"

Was that a whimper he heard before she bit her lip? Running one hand slowly up his eager length, she bent to tease the tip with her tongue before taking him into her mouth, alternately licking and sucking. His head flew back, his fingers threading tightly through her hair as she took him deeper, humming in the back of her throat and driving him wild.

For a while he gave himself up to the incredible sensations her warm mouth was creating as she pleasured him enthusiastically and he was almost tempted to let her take him all the way, but he knew he wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came, watching the expression on her face as he drove her to the heights of ecstasy. Tugging her head back, he suppressed a grin at the sight of her swollen lips and heaving breasts. God, the woman was dirty.

"On yer feet, Drake, knickers round yer ankles pronto. I intend ter shag yer till yer can't stand up."

"Y… yes, Guv."

Her voice sounded high and breathy and she complied immediately, wriggling out of her black lace undies and kicking them to one side. He couldn't resist running his hands all the way up her stocking-clad legs before leaning in to lap at her with his tongue.

"Guv! Oh please … don't stop …"

He continued to tease her for a while before releasing her, pushing her back down onto the desk and moving to stand between her spread thighs. She gasped as he plunged two fingers into her slick wetness and began to thrust them in and out, his thumb grazing her swollen clit.

"Yer like that, Drake?"

"Oh God ... yes …"

Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his tip, rubbing against her temptingly. She began to wriggle closer, her hips bucking up towards him as though begging him to enter her, and he chuckled.

"You are such a dirty little plonk. What are you, Drake? Say it."

"I'm a … a dirty little plonk, Guv … mmmm … please …"

She was panting in frustration now. God, she turned him on.

"What do yer want? Beg me and I might just take pity on yer."

"Want you, Guv. Inside me … please … "

He chuckled, gazing down at her lying half naked and wanton on his desk and decided that he couldn't wait any longer either.

"Well, seeing as yer asked so nicely …"

He pushed into her in one long slow movement and she moaned loudly as he closed his eyes for a second, trying to maintain some control. Jesus, she was so wet and tight. If he wasn't careful this would all be over far too quickly.

She writhed against him lewdly, wrapping her long stocking-clad legs around his waist, and he leaned over her, taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth over it. Her head flew back and she clutched at his shoulders until he released her, looking down into her heavy-lidded eyes. His voice was gravelly with lust.

"What do yer want me ter do, Drake? Tell me. I need ter hear yer say it in that plummy voice of yours."

"Guv … Gene … for God's sake just fuck me, will you? Hard ..."

Alex was almost incoherent with need now, whimpering and clutching at the desk for purchase as he finally began to power into her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back against him. Christ she loved this, loved him. The old desk creaked and groaned under the onslaught as she met him thrust for thrust, teetering on the edge of orgasm until he slowed his movements and reached down between them to rub her hard and fast.

"Gene! Ohhhh … yes … yeeesss …"

Her body went rigid for a second before she toppled headlong into a mind-blowing climax, gasping his name in ecstasy as the powerful waves of pleasure continued to crash over her.

Gene watched her in awe and some relief as he surged into her again, feeling her muscles still clenching round him with the aftershocks. He pounded into her with renewed vigour, his hips moving like a blur, cursing loudly as he finally emptied himself deep within her, over and over, until he was completely spent. Vision hazy, gasping for breath, he fell forwards and buried his face in her neck.

"Jesus … I swear yer'll be the death of me, Bols …"

She giggled, stroking her fingers through his blond mane as both their heart rates returned to something approaching normal. Slowly he raised his head and his lips found hers for the first time since she'd walked into his office. He took his time, kissing her long and slow, their tongues tangling erotically, sensually. When they finally broke apart, she sighed in pleasure.

"Mmmm. Love the role playing but miss the snogging, Gene."

He snorted, pecking the end of her nose affectionately.

"Greedy mare."

Lifting himself up off her, he flopped back into his chair and pulled her down into his lap and she nuzzled happily into his neck, both of them basking in the afterglow.

"Luv you, Mrs Hunt."

She smiled against his skin.

"Love you too, 'Sir'."

Sitting back, she waggled her fingers, smiling as his eyes raked over her naked body lasciviously and already sensing the renewed stirrings in his groin. She smoothed a lock of hair back off his damp forehead and he caught her hand in his, kissing the palm tenderly.

"Gene?"

"Hmmm?"

"Will it always be this good?"

He gazed up at her, a serious expression on his face, but she clocked the twinkle in his eye and the twitch of his lips.

"I really hope so, Bols. Otherwise I'm tradin' yer in …"

Dodging her half-hearted attempt at a slap, he pulled her against his chest and began to kiss her with more force, his mouth hungry, demanding. She moaned, giving herself up to the amorous onslaught of his lips and tongue, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervour. One hand moved up her body to cup a breast, his thumb skimming over the nipple and she gasped with pleasure as he broke the kiss and waggled his eyebrows at her.

"I was right. Completely bloody insatiable …"

She opened her mouth to protest and then closed it again, shrugging as she reached down to wrap her hand round his growing erection with a smirk.

"Seems we're a match made in heaven then, doesn't it?"

Her lips found his again, and they both decided that sometimes actions speak louder than words …

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I'm off on me hols for a couple of weeks now, so there won't be anything new from GH for a while at least. Hopefully the muse will hang about by the pool along with smut bunny and the occasional one-shot may result, who knows?
I've really enjoyed creating this particular scenario and I definitely haven't ruled out the possibility of a sequel at some point, inspiration permitting. Might be nice to see how they all get on working together in the future. Well, in the past, but you know what I mean!