What are you doing New Year's Eve?

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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..."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Her fingers twist and pull a shade less confidently than he might have expected from her, but it's still enough to drag a moan out of him, the sound muffled by the way his mouth is still pressed against her. His head spins, and it's nearly everything he thinks he wants in this moment.

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The moan is encouraging and Alex pulls his hair a little bit harder, rocking her hips experimentally, pressing her cunt closer to his mouth as he licks at her. She can already feel her thighs starting to tremble.

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Alex tugs at his hair a little harder, grinding down against him, and he moans again. He can feel the way she's starting to shake, the fine tremor in her thigh beneath his hand. To believe she's this close already feels just a touch too arrogant, but she's getting there, and that's all the encouragement he needs.

Moving his other hand back between her legs, he slides a finger into her cunt, groaning at how easily it slips in. Slowly, still focusing the attention of his mouth on her clit, he fucks her in time with the rock of her hips.

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She can, she thinks, feel how much he's enjoying herself, which seems incredible, somehow, that he could be enjoying himself this much doing this for her. She groans softly, still rocking her hips, onto his mouth, the press of his finger, both hands buried in his hair now, keeping him as close as she can get him.

"Fuck, Darlington," she mumbles. "That's...you're..."

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He is enjoying this, all of this, from the push of Alex's fingers in his dark hair to the way his cock is aching with the wanting of her. She gasps and moans, stuttering out some half-formed sentence, and he just keeps going, waiting for the moment the fine tremble of her thighs turns into something harder and more irresistible.

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It doesn't take long until she's shivering on the edge of it, the rock of her hips gone erratic and it isn't the first time, obviously, but it had been rare enough with Len to be notable, and never like this.

"Fuck," she mumbles. "Daniel I'm...shit...I think I'm c-coming."

And then she can't say anything after that.

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Her fingers twist harder in his hair as she comes, crying out and shaking above him, and Darlington does all he can to fuck her through it, letting her ride there on the flat of his tongue and groaning at the fluttering clench of her cunt around his finger. He doesn't pull away until she's finished, only the faintest of aftershocks left.

"Fuck," he echoes, his face still slick with her and his pupils blown wide. He only ever swears when it's warranted--and right now, it absolutely is.