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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"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.