Thanks, as ever, for all your lovely reviews, they really do make my day! Last chapter's done so I see no good reason to keep everybody waiting any longer …

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Chapter 3

Gene and Alex stared at one another uncertainly before their gazes simultaneously dropped to each others lips and back up again, their mutual desire shining in their eyes. For a brief moment time stood still, and then the river of pent-up emotions finally burst its banks, sweeping the two of them away.

"Sod it …"

"Bugger it …"

His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue insistent, demanding, and she responded with equal enthusiasm as her fingers scrabbled to pop his buttons, eagerly running her hands over the expanse of his naked chest. Breaking the kiss, he clutched at the front of her blouse and ripped it open, and she gasped in shock as the buttons pinged off in all directions. His eyes devoured her luscious curves, encased in a familiar red silk bra.

"Looks like another fantasy's just about ter come to fruition …"

He closed his lips over a taut peak, sucking on it through the fabric, and she murmured her approval.

"Mmmm … Gene …"

Reaching round, he unclipped her bra and tugged it off her shoulders, his hungry gaze lingering on her naked breasts.

"Don't pinch me in case I wake up …"

His mouth captured a straining nipple and she moaned throatily, her fingers threading through his hair as she arched her back, pushing herself closer. Every movement of his lips and tongue sent little shockwaves of desire ricocheting around her body and when he reached up to torture the other breast with his long fingers she whimpered with pleasure.

"Gene … oh, God, Gene …"

He fell to his knees in front of her, unzipping her skirt and helping her wriggle out of it.

"Christ, I bloody love stockings."

His hands slid slowly up her nylon-clad legs as he nuzzled at the soft skin above her stocking-tops, pressing his nose against her heated centre and breathing in her intoxicating musky scent.

"Yer smell so good, Bols."

He tugged her lacy thong down in one swift movement and she stepped out of it, gasping as his tongue flicked teasingly between her thighs.

"Mmmm. Taste bloody good too …"

His hot mouth closed over her sensitive nub, expertly caressing and sucking, and her knees swiftly threatened to buckle underneath her.

"Gene! Please … need you inside me …"

He got to his feet again, making short work of his belt as she unzipped him and reached inside his boxers to free his rock-hard erection. Her eyes widened and a pulse of pure need ripped through her. God, he was magnificent.

Lifting one slim leg and wrapping it around his waist, he positioned himself and thrust a little way inside and she gasped at the sheer size of him.

"OK?"

He frowned in concern.

"God, yes. Don't stop … please …"

She saw the brief flash of his grin and then he cupped her bottom in both hands and buried himself in her up to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure as her body welcomed him and he paused, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Gene?"

"Sorry, Bols. Dreamed about this moment fer so long and now I'm in danger of losin' it like some green teenager."

She touched her lips gently to his, needing him to move so badly but not wanting it to end too soon.

"Don't worry, I can always catch up later."

He took a deep breath and released it slowly before pulling her hard against his chest, the feeling of his bare skin rubbing against her sensitised nipples eliciting another moan. She was already teetering on the edge and he'd barely started.

"Ladies first, luv. Yer know me, ever the gentleman."

He started to move then, slowly at first, each thrust catching her just right, and she ground against him wantonly as the sensual torture made her head spin.

"Mine, Alex. Only mine."

The possessive note in his low growl sent a thrill through her and she gasped as he bit down on her shoulder, marking her, claiming her.

"Yours, Gene … just yours …"

Her voice was husky with desire. She clutched at his shoulders, aware of the tension in his body as he strained to hold on, the deep ache between her thighs spreading to her belly as she finally crested the wave, her senses reeling, her whole body shuddering in rapture. She cried out incoherently as her muscles clamped around him, hearing his groan of triumph as he surged into her one last time and gave himself up to blissful release.

They clung to each other through the aftershocks, panting for breath, neither wanting it to end, but eventually he withdrew and lowered her leg to the floor, sliding down the wall and pulling her with him. She buried her face in his neck and for a while neither of them spoke, content to simply bask in the afterglow. Gene broke the silence first.

"Bloody hell, Bols. What took us so long?"

She shook her head, kissing his chest.

"No idea. Imagine the fun we can have making up for lost time, though."

He kissed the top of her head.

"There is that."

She was suddenly struck by a fit of the giggles.

"Gene Hunt. Do you ever take those boots off?"

He smirked.

"Only at bedtime. And then under protest."

She nuzzled his neck.

"Hmmm. Well it's still early, but I suggest we finish this 'inventory' back at my place. Where, as coincidence would have it, there's a nice comfortable bed. Seems there's some 'areas' I really need to go over again …"

She ran a teasing finger down his chest, tweaking a nipple before moving her hand lower and slipping it inside his boxers.

"Jesus, woman, yer've got me twitchin' again already."

She grinned wickedly, wrapping her hand around his rapidly increasing length and fluttering her eyelashes seductively at him.

"I'll dress as a prossie later if you ask really nicely."

"And ... that'll do it. Sergeant Rock reportin' for duty again, ma'am."

Moving down to kneel between his thighs she freed his erection, licking her lips lasciviously before leaning in to tease the tip with her tongue. His impassioned groan went straight to her heated core and she took him into her mouth, licking and sucking as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Oh fuck … Alex … don't stop …"

His eyelids fluttered closed and she couldn't tear her gaze from him, his long lashes resting on his cheeks, lips slightly parted, hair mussed, the sweat beading on his forehead. He looked abandoned, dishevelled and completely irresistible, and she had an overwhelming need to feel him inside her again. Shifting back up his body, she lowered herself gradually onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch, gasping with delight at the sensation of fullness.

"Mmmm, Gene … you feel so good …"

She began to move, riding him slowly, sliding a finger in between her thighs for extra sensation. He groaned.

"Christ, Bols, yer'll be the death of me …"

Pulling her towards him, he sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, and she felt the pleasure building inside her again. As she got close he grasped her hips and began to thrust deeper, both of them panting for breath as they drove one another towards another mind-blowing climax. Alex came first, crying out as tremors of bliss racked her body, squeezing him hard until he found his own release, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he spilled into her with a groan. She fell against his chest, boneless, fluid, sated.

After a long while she moved to stretch out beside him and he threaded his fingers through hers and lifted her hand to his lips. Such a simple gesture and yet from him it was so unexpected it caused a lump to form in her throat.

"If I ever find out who set us up, Bols …"

He pouted down at her, but she saw his lips twitch.

"You'll what? Punish them?"

"Are yer jokin'? I'll buy 'em a very large whiskey. In fact, I'll buy 'em a whole bottle!"

Alex hid her face against his shoulder and smiled knowingly. Only one person she knew was capable of setting this up. Seems I owe you one, Sharon Granger.

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Happy Valentine's everybody! And I'll have what she's having … ;)