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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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.

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He looks gorgeous on his knees like that, mouth and chin slick from being pressed against her cunt. She sits down on the bed, her thighs still trembling and then she holds out her hand to him.

"Come here?'

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He watches her take those few shaky steps to the bed, part of him unable to believe the course of their night since the turn of the year. "Of course," he murmurs, getting up from the floor, finding his own legs vaguely unsteady. His cock is flushed and leaking, and he bites his lip as he approaches the bed, that blush from before back in his cheeks.

Reaching out once he's close enough, he twines his fingers with hers.

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She twines her fingers with his, feels how they're still wet from being inside her, and her cunt aches. She pulls him towards her, presses a kiss against the firm muscle of his belly, and then shifts back on the bed, tugging him with her.

She leans up to kiss him, groaning at the taste of her cunt on his lips.

"Lie down?" She says. "I want to look at you."

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Darlington's breath shudders out as she kisses him, her mouth brushing along the flat of his belly. When she pulls him, he goes easily, readily, climbing onto the bed alongside her and letting himself sink into the press of her lips against his.

She asks him, and he nods, turning as smoothly as he can to lie on his back with the sheets soft beneath him.

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He stretches out on the sheets, long and lovely and Alex pushes up into a sitting position next to him, naked except for her stockings. She trails her fingers along the long muscles of his thighs, across his flat belly and up to his chest. She carefully avoids touching his cock for a moment.

"You're fucking beautiful, Darlington," she says.

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He turns his head to watch her as she touches him, taking in the slight disarray of her hair and the dark contrast of the lace of her stocking tops against the white of her thighs; the glint of the piercings in her nipples and the sinuous curves of her remaining tattoos. Alex's fingers are light against his skin, and he squirms a little beneath the brush of fingers as they map each defined muscle, never straying too close to his cock. It's a kind of torture, but a sweet one all the same.

"Not half as much as you, Alex," he murmurs, but he's smiling as he says it. "But I'll defer to your judgement tonight."

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"Good," she says, preening a little under it for a moment. Finally, she grazes her fingers along the length of his cock, feeling how hard he is, how much he wants her.

"I really want to suck your cock," she admits. It genuinely might be the first time that admission has been utterly genuine.

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After what feels like an age, her fingers run along the hard line of his cock, and he groans. His hips jump a little, involuntary, pushing into the touch. If there's a thought at the back of his mind that suggests he shouldn't want any of this--that they should slow down, try to understand the way things have shifted between the two of them, figure out what it all might mean--it's growing more and more distant with every stroke of her hand.

That conversation is a thing for the morning, maybe. For later than this, here, now.

"God, yes," he says, the words shuddering out of him. "Please. I want that too."

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Just hearing him say her like that, she has to squirm, pressing her thighs together as she rides out a wave of arousal, even though she's just come. She moves, nudging his legs wider apart so that she can move onto her knees between them. She reaches up to sweep her straight hair to one side of her face before she curls her fingers around his cock, bending down to run her tongue around the head, groaning at the taste of him as it floods over her tongue.

She wants him to have the best view possible. She wants him to love every second.

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"Oh, fuck, Alex," he moans as the heat of her mouth envelops him. It takes effort, but he rolls his head forward, watching her as she sucks at him. It's like she's put herself on display--and maybe she had, and maybe he should wonder at the impetus behind an action like that--and the sight of it is dizzying. He keeps as still as possible, letting her set the pace, letting her give him whatever it is she chooses to provide.

All of it's going to be perfect. He believes that wholeheartedly.

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She keeps her fingers curled around the base of his cock as she slides her mouth down over the length of him, her cheeks hollowing as she starts to suck. She groans softly, her free hand stroking against the firm muscle of his thigh.

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She moves lower, taking more of him in--and more after that--and Darlington's fingers twist in the sheets. He lets out another breathless groan, losing himself to the gentle stroke of her hand along his thigh and the perfect slide of her mouth.