What are you doing New Year's Eve?

[takecourage]

They step off the tram and walk up to the lodge together and Alex...really hadn't been prepared for how beautiful it all is. She's glad she went with the fancier dress now, velvet, off the shoulder, cut below the knee and paired with spike black heels with straps that wrap around her ankles. She'd have felt underdresssed in anything else.

She blows out a breath and, for a moment, she almost shrinks behind Darlington, trusting him to protect her from the unknown.

"I...don't think I'm going to fit in here," she says.

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[takecourage]

She nods, her mouth bumping against his, even as she's still fondling him through the cotton of his boxers. "Tell me what you want, Daniel," she says, swallowing hard, nipping at his lips. "You can have it. I want it too. Fuck, I want it."

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He rocks into the touch, the give of his body something almost automatic as he tries just to act and not to think, to let whatever happens happen--even if it's just for tonight.

Alex asks what he wants, and his first impulse is to just say You; simple, direct, and true, if nonspecific. He takes a shaky breath, trying to come up with something a little clearer. "I just want to make you feel good," he says, alternating every few words with a kiss, soft and gentle even as he keeps pushing into the fondling stroke of her hand. "However you want. Or...almost." His blush returns as he smiles against her mouth. "At the risk of seeming either too presumptuous now, or not presumptuous enough then, I didn't...I don't have a condom with me."

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"Shit," says Alex, and she's laughing when she says it. "Neither do I." She shrugs, pushing closer again. "Guess we'll have to think of other things to do. What've got in your repertoire, Darlington?"

[more_magic]

"Repertoire?" he echoes with a roll of his eyes, but even as he does it he's laughing along with Alex, marveling at how simple this all is for such an unanticipated change. He kisses her again. "Quite the way of putting it."

Ever since midnight, there's been this give and take of permission between them, something often unspoken and instinctive that they've both chosen to trust. Darlington continues to do so now, his hand moving to ghost just between her thighs, over the lace of her panties. "I'd be happy just to touch you, Alex," he says. "Or if you want more, and you'll forgive my being crass...I could go down on you, as it's so often put."

Even he can hear the crisp control in his voice when he says that, the ridiculous effort, and he tries to temper it with a grin.

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Alex's ink dark eyes widen for a moment and she has to ride out a wave of arousal stronger than anything she's ever felt just hearing him say it. Her hips press into the light touch against the front of her panties, and she can't help but remember how it had felt when it was her mouth pressed there.

"Yes," she says, the word all but falling out of her. "That. Please."

[more_magic]

The initial startled flash in her eyes is replaced--so, so quickly--with a deeper and more encouraging need, and the sight of it is almost enough to make Darlington's stomach flip. He pulls her in for another slow, deep kiss, his hand moving with a little more assurance between her thighs. He can already feel how wet she is, even through the lace, and he groans.

"Lie down on the bed?" he asks, though for a moment he thinks simply of dropping to his knees as he had on Halloween. If she asked, he almost thinks he would.

[takecourage]

Alex rocks her hips forward against the press of his fingers between her thighs. She groans softly, her eyes wide and dark and fixed on him.

"Would you..." She rides out a pulse between her thighs. "Would you do it on your knees instead?"

It's a recurring fantasy that she's had since the first Halloween.

[more_magic]

It's like she'd seen the thought flicker across his face--and maybe she had. They're bared to one another in nearly every other respect, it almost makes sense. He swallows hard. "Happily." There's more desire poured into the sound of that single word than even he'd expected.

After taking one last, slow kiss, he slips his hand from between her legs and moves back a step. His fly is still open, his trousers rumpled and his belt dangling; his cock aching hard and pushing at the cotton of his boxers, but he leaves it all just as it is for now. His eyes fixed on hers, he goes to his knees, right there on the plush carpet of their hotel room floor.

[takecourage]

She isn't expecting him to be so pliable, so eager, so willing when he's in his right mind. Her head spins.

"Is it bad that I wish you had less clothes on?"

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At first, all he does is laugh, something fond in the shake of his head. "Don't know that I'd call it wrong, precisely."

Still kneeling there, still looking up at her--and how familiar this position feels, how right--he bites his lip, thinking for a moment, then makes his choice. "What do you want me to lose?"

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She thinks about that for a second, still struck by how beautiful he is on his knees, how powerful it makes her feel.

"All of it?"

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Darlington doesn't know if he'd expected that answer or not, but either way the sound of it is enough to send another near-overwhelming wave of arousal through him. The flush in his cheeks is almost a permanent thing, but he can't bring himself to care. The corner of his mouth goes up, and he nods. "All of it, then."

He stands up again, pushing his pants down before taking them off the rest of the way along with his socks, revealing long, pale feet and the defined muscles of his legs. Hooking his fingers in the elastic of his underwear, he pauses, his blue eyes finding Alex's dark ones. He takes a shaky breath and lets it out, then pulls his boxers down and steps out of them.

[takecourage]

Just like that, he strips off, strips naked in front of her and Alex thinks that she might pass out because he's so beautiful. Her eyes dip to his cock of course they do, and she raises both eyebrows.

"Wow."

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Gentleman though he tries to be, Daniel Arlington is still only human. Alex's eyes drop down, then go wide, and his small, wry smile broadens into a grin. "It can't be as bad as all that, Stern."

Laughing, he moves back into a kneeling position there at her feet, his cock bobbing with the motion.

[takecourage]

"It's not bad, and you know it," she says, biting her lip over a grin as he sinks down onto his knees again. She can't quite believe how beautiful he looks like that.

"Should I stay standing, or..."

[more_magic]

"Ah, but I got you to admit that even so," he teases, marveling once more at how easy it is for them both to be like this, laughing and comfortable and unconcerned about the world beyond the door of this very room. Perhaps it's more precious, knowing it may be fleeting--or even that nothing like it happens at all back home for a reason he still doesn't understand. Not that tonight, now, is the time to be thinking of any of it.

Darlington tips his head up, one eyebrow raised. "This is the point at which I admit I've never done this when the woman's standing, isn't it?" He laughs again. "Not to say I'm not up for the challenge if you are."

[takecourage]

"Let's set if we can make it work," she says, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. "Of it doesn't, we can always try something else."

[more_magic]

"Anything you want, Alex," he says, and it's the furthest thing from an exaggeration. Gently, he bats her hands away from her waistband, replacing them with his own. The pad of one index finger skims lightly over the snake head inked on the hollow of her hips before, slowly, he starts to pull her panties down.

[takecourage]

Something in her stomach flutters as he moves her hands, but she lets him, stands still while he peels her panties down. Her face flushes dark. She's been shaving everything since she started fucking Len and he told her that that was just what good sluts did.

Suddenly, absurdly, she's worried that Darlington won't like it.

[more_magic]

If asked, if it was the kind of thing he might be permitted to have an opinion on at all--and he knows it isn't--Darlington would admit that the complete bareness he finds beneath the lace of Alex's panties isn't what he prefers. But for tonight, for this thing they've given themselves over to for the moment and that he suspects will never occur again, he supposes it doesn't matter. Either way, she's still absurdly beautiful, standing there in nothing but her stockings with just the faintest tremble evident in the lines of her body.

He smooths a hand along her thigh, over the curve of her hip, then leans in to press a gentle kiss against her cunt. A prelude again, if of a different kind.

[takecourage]

He presses his mouth against her like he has once before but this time there's nothing between his lips and her skin and Alex moans softly. She shuffles her feet wider apart, spreading her legs a little wider for her.

[more_magic]

The soft sound of her moan sinks into him like a weight, something dizzying and delicious, and he feels his cock twitch in response. Alex spreads her legs and he accepts that for the invitation it is, slotting his head a little more firmly between her thighs, his tongue seeking out her clit as his eyes slip closed.

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His tongue presses against her and Alex has honestly never felt anything quite like it. Head head folds back and, for a moment, she isn't sure what she's supposed to do with her hands.

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Darlington licks at her, groaning at the taste and the way it floods his senses. Feeling the hesitant brush of her fingers against his hand, still resting along the curve of her hip, he reaches for her, coaxing her hand towards his head as much as he can. He needs the push of her fingers in his hair as he does this, as he's here on his knees doing everything he can to make her feel good. Through it all, he doesn't stop, his mouth working against her cunt as he tries to discover the things that work best.

[takecourage]

He reaches for her hand, guides it to his head and Alex only hesitates for a moment before pushing her fingers into his hair. Remembering the noise he'd made early, she twists her fingers, pulling slightly.