the night turns silver when you breathe...

[takecourage]

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.

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[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

Alex grins when he groans against her lips like that. She steps back, offering him her hand.

"Fuck it. We can get burgers instead," she says, grinning. "You want to go to the apartment or just do it in my office?" They've talked about that, but they've never actually done it.

[more_magic]

"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."

[takecourage]

"I'm not saying that's what I want," she says, her fingers twined through his, already leading him in the direction of her office door. "I'm saying it's what I'm willing to settle for if I get my brains fucked out on my desk, first."

Or against the wall. She honestly isn't picky.

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

"You fucking love it," she says, drawing him into her small office and shutting the door behind them before she presses him back against it with tits and hips and her hands on his shoulders. He's much taller than she is, so she has to lean up to get her mouth close to his ear.

"Tell me how you want it, Danny," she breathes. There's magic words that they both know she needs to hear. If not, there's plenty of other ways to go about it, but she always likes to give him what he wants.

[more_magic]

"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?"

[takecourage]

"Aren't you always?" she says, making a soft, surprised sound when he hoists her like that. She wraps both legs around his waist, tousling her fingers in his hair. She loves it when he's down on his knees, when he's serving, but she loves this, too. She loves how strong he is, and how safe she always feels, despite it.

"Yeah," she says. "This'll do."

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

God, it's so much. His mouth. His cock. She rocks between him and the door, grinding forward against his cock. When the kiss breaks, she's breathless, leaning her forehead against his. "At least one of us needs to be wearing less fucking clothes."

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

He knows exactly the effect that that tone of voice, that casual correction, will have on her; her cunt throbs and she all but growls, one hand coming up to cup his jaw. He handles her expertly, unbutton her jeans, fondling her cunt and, held like she is, there's not much that Alex can do but squirm.

"Fuck," she breathes, leaning in for another kiss. "Darlington. Danny."

[more_magic]

"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."

[takecourage]

"I know," says Alex because she does know that, has known it since that first night up at Kagura. "Just...get my jeans all the way off and fucking do it. Please?"

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

He has to put Alex down, long enough for her to kick off her sneakers and jeans, but almost immediately she's back in his arms, hoisting herself up to kiss him hungrily.

"Now fuck me like you mean it, Darlington," she says.

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

"Not once," she says, and then anything else she would have said gets lost because he's inside her, long and hard and perfect, her back bouncing against the door as he fucks her. His mouth against hers, the pulse of the music in the club behind them, means she doesn't have to be quiet. She groans, loudly, squirming down onto his cock.