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More often than not, she spends shifts in the office or behind the bar but, every so often, she gets up on stage or works the floor. Usually, it's because someone's called out, or because they're busier than anticipated. Tonight, it's the latter. Alex had rummaged through the bag that she keeps in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet in the office and come up with an outfit that worked: a black corset, underwear, stockings, heels. She'd leaned over the chipped sink in the bathroom back there and done her make-up, thick eyeliner and red lips. On impulse, she'd snapped a selfie and sent it to Darlington.

Tell me how you'll serve me 'til the end of days x

Out on the floor, she dances and sweats, flirts, accepts drinks or doesn't, depending on her mood. She's just finished a drink when she looks up and sees him walk through the door. They've arranged a sitter for Edie so that they can stay at Dimera street tonight, go out before.

She stands, and waits for him to see her.

Date: 2023-09-23 02:20 am (UTC)
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It used to be that he'd wait in the club's cramped parking lot, the car either off to save gas money or idling for the warmth of the heater; he was there, but not as present, accepting this even as he questioned the necessity of it. She'd left it behind, left it for Yale and for Lethe--and, though he hadn't thought so at the time, left it for him, in a way. Here, it's taken on a new meaning, or perhaps the same one, just easier to face.

He doesn't understand it as well as he'd like, any more than he fully comprehends the message she sends him tonight and has repeated in the past. But like that, like the idea of the end of days, it feels weighty and true even without the benefit of understanding.

Rather than wait in the car, he parks and goes towards the door, feeling the thump of the music as he makes his way towards the stage. It isn't Alex there, but he catches the dark movement at the corner of his eye and turns to see her at the bar, her sleek hair a spill over one shoulder and her mouth a slash of red. He feels the pull of her attention in his gut, in his chest, and lets himself be drawn forward.

"Good night?"

Date: 2023-09-25 12:58 am (UTC)
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Despite himself, despite the rules, Darlington leans in as Alex tips her face up; that their lips come nowhere close to touching even so makes the tease of it somehow better and worse. It's perfectly judged, and as always he's struck with aggravation and pride at the way she holds him in her thrall.

She trails off, and he raises one eyebrow. "I'll remind you, we've been trying to get a reservation at this place for months," he says. "But tell me what you have in mind, Stern."

Date: 2023-09-30 11:27 pm (UTC)
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"When I ask for your thoughts, I do genuinely want to know," he says, giving her a pointed look at the deflection--even as he shivers, slightly, at the brush of her fingertips along his chest. "Vulgar and unfit for public consumption as they might be. But fine."

He pretends to think about it, glancing at his watch, ever so slightly playing into the arrogant impression she'd originally had of him, all privilege and polish and aggravation at the disappointment that was his Dante. They know each other better now. "I think we might have time."

Date: 2023-10-04 03:25 am (UTC)
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A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lets her pull him forward--as he follows, because he'll always follow her. Maybe that's what whatever future version of himself means by 'til the end of days. He hopes he's right about that.

"I brought cash for the valet at the restaurant," he says, taking a seat on the dark leather booth. "But I suppose we can find street parking that serves us just as well. And if I didn't know the rules by now, Stern, the club would've put me on that dismayingly long list of personae non gratae you have backstage long ago."

Date: 2023-10-14 07:00 pm (UTC)
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She finds the grinding beat with the same ease that always amazes him, just slightly, her body fluid as she bends towards him with hips rolling. It's hard not to be taken in, and Darlington doesn't fight it. She is beautiful like this, for all his reservations.

Date: 2023-10-21 08:33 pm (UTC)
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Of course this is the game they're playing--and of course, Alex knows exactly how best to play it. He sighs, one eyebrow lifting again for a moment, a silent question.

"You work here," he says, his voice dropping back with an ease that no longer surprises him to that same half-entitled drawl from before. They can both play at disinterest; they both know how it affects the other. "Making people want to fuck you is part of the job."

Date: 2023-10-29 03:43 am (UTC)
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No matter what they pretend, what game they play or fantasy they enact, Danny can never regard her the same way as some of the club's patrons do. Her corset comes off, her body twisting into the tease of her hands and fingers, and despite the cool assurance of his expression, his eyes burn with the intense, desiring love she'll always see there. He can never hide it. He'll never want to.

"No," he says after a moment, meeting her eyes and smiling slightly. "It's not. But that's not unusual for you either, is it?"

Date: 2023-10-31 07:27 pm (UTC)
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"Point in my favor, then."

She's close enough that his breath blows warm across her tits when he speaks, his lips just a hair's breadth from brushing her skin through the lace--and right now, there's nowhere he'd rather be. His eyes close, almost involuntarily, heat and desire sinking through him.

Date: 2023-11-05 02:03 am (UTC)
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"Might've been," he admits, the words low and a little tense as she pulls him in, as his arousal thrums all the deeper, all the stronger. His fingers itch to touch her, but he knows the rules. God, he loves and hates them, in nearly equal measure. "Think it's a good idea to believe it, when it's coming from you?"

Her fingers twist in his hair then, and he groans, low and sudden.

Date: 2023-11-16 11:22 pm (UTC)
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She's filled out in Darrow, softer curves in places where there were once sharp angles. Even so, as she slides into his lap now, there's nothing sweet or soft about it--just tease, and filth, and everything that sells. It's perfect.

"I'm willing to take the risk," he says. "Even if you're only saying it to get a bigger tip out of me." He can hear the innuendo in it, and smirks.

Date: 2023-11-27 04:12 am (UTC)
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"Appearances can be deceiving," he says, watching her strip that extra little bit, her piercings catching the low light of their surroundings. He doesn't hide the way his eyes survey every inch and curve of her; he doesn't even have to pretend he's interested. "But this time, you're right. I try not to tease. It's never as fun as committing fully."

Date: 2023-12-16 10:49 pm (UTC)
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"Fuck," he says, the profanity startled out of him by the surprise of her hand against his cock, her fingers teasing him through the denim. It's a victory every time she manages to make him swear; Danny knows, without a doubt, she'll take it as even more of one this time. It doesn't keep him from shifting into the touch.

"Oh, all the way," he says, recovering himself and the thread of the game they're still playing. "And extensively. Putting numbers on it is vulgar, but I've never had a complaint."

Date: 2023-12-31 09:08 pm (UTC)
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"Call it wondering if you might better yourself," he says, knowing how that phrase has and always might affect her--especially when they're doing something like this. It shouldn't still be so easy to slide into that arrogance, the untouchable, handsome boy in a good coat she'd seen when they first met, but he'll always be there. Somewhere.

Close as she is, it's easy to turn his head, the measurement she already knows--intimately--whispered low and hot between them.

Date: 2024-01-03 03:04 am (UTC)
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"As I said, I've never had a complaint."

She's out of his lap so smoothly it feels like an obscene form of magic, bending and teasing, letting him look but not touch--not that he could anyway, but the principle's the thing. His eyes follow the path of her hands, take in the curve of her ass. Fishing a bill out of his pocket, he leans in, tucking it beneath her garter belt.

Now that they live together, it really is just a useless move of already-shared funds, but under the fantasy it feels like anything but.

Date: 2024-01-12 03:45 am (UTC)
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"Convenient timing," he says, watching her fondle herself, the tease feeling--like always--less like a show and more like something real, walking that line with an almost infuriating expertise. He pretends to consider the offer. "Yeah, why not? I think we could have a good night together."

Date: 2024-01-20 07:56 pm (UTC)
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With Alex out of her club gear, the rules no longer apply; he knows this, and yet when she bends to claim his mouth with hers, right in the middle of the club, it feels hopelessly, endlessly transgressive. Danny tries, and only somewhat fails, to suppress a low groan at the things she whispers in his ear.

"We're never going to make our reservation," he says, and it's the furthest thing from a complaint.

Date: 2024-02-04 06:13 am (UTC)
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"Stern, if what you wanted was burgers on the couch in our sweats, you could have just said," he says as he takes her hand. Again, it's not a complaint. "We could have even kept the sitter."

Alex knows what she's doing suggesting the office, and Darlington's eyes turn towards the hallway at the back of the club. They've only talked about it, let it fuel both of their fantasies, but with the opportunity before them...it's hardly a choice at all.

"Office," he says. "You don't want to wait until we're at the apartment, and I wouldn't believe you if you did."

Date: 2024-02-12 04:03 am (UTC)
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"You do know how to phrase things in your own inimitable style," says Darlington, though even the dry, half-scolding tone he uses isn't any more real now than it has been in years. They've been through too much now, become different people--whether they'd meant to or not.

Date: 2024-02-16 04:19 am (UTC)
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"Need I remind you, you're the one who demanded this," he says, with as much of that infuriating, reasonable calm as he can manage. It's not much, but he tries. "I'm just here to fulfill the request."

Even with her pressed against him, bearing him with her slight weight against the flat of the door, it's as easy as it always is to turn them, his movements fluid. In no time, he has Alex's back against the door, his hands snug on her ass as he hoists her up. "Something like this should suit nicely, won't it?"

Date: 2024-02-25 09:33 pm (UTC)
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"Glad it meets with your exacting specifications," he says, breath shivering lightly at the run of her fingers in his hair. He's hard against her in a way that should embarrass him, and does, and had so many years before--but it's all part of this. It's always part of it.

He doesn't let her get another retort in, just kisses her, deep and hot and hungry.

Date: 2024-03-28 04:03 am (UTC)
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"Fewer clothes," he corrects, pedantic even now, knowing how it'll hit. He can be the insufferable, elitist asshole she'd assumed he was back home, the smart boy in a good coat always weighing and measuring and finding her a disappointment. It's not true--or not completely--but it works.

Reaching between them, he thumbs open her jeans, fingers working firmly, pressing and teasing her cunt through the fabric.

Date: 2024-03-31 04:53 am (UTC)
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"I know," he says, a groan beneath the words at the heat of her against his fingers, at her fingers hard-pressed along his jaw. He keeps teasing her, letting her squirm, the movement of her body half-informing the slide and rub of his touch. "I'll give you what you need. You know I will."

Date: 2024-04-01 02:59 am (UTC)
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Shamefully, he gets even harder at the way she says please; if there's anything she knows how to do well, it's weaponize her occasional forays into politeness. He groans again, low and shivering, working her jeans further down, then off, fumbling at the front of his own.

Date: 2024-04-06 08:55 pm (UTC)
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"Have I ever not meant it?" he counters, the words rough as he sinks into her, finds her slick and hot and perfect--and his, as much as he is hers. They belong together; meant for each other, for this moment, and all the others still to come. Keeping her pinned against the door, he finds a hard, perfect rhythm, his mouth hot on hers.

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