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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"Minutes," he sighs out, biting his lip hard as she bends to kiss his chest. "If that."

Though he's on the brink, he manages a smile as she switches to his given name. "I think," he says, each word articulated with no small amount of effort, "under the circumstances, you could call me Danny. If...if you wanted."

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Her mouth wanders, her lips and the tip of her tongue grazing against his nipple as she keeps up the firm, slow stroke of her hand over his cock.

"Danny," she echoes. "I like that. It suits you."

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"Thanks," he says, stuttering out a laugh at how inane it sounds, how he's unfailingly polite even now, even like this.

He'd meant it, when he'd said he wasn't far away; all too soon, the coiling need at the center of him winds tight in a way that's familiar. "Alex," he groans, his hand twisting again in the sheets as he tries to hold on for a split-second more. "Alex, I'm going to..." Through sheer force of will, he makes himself wait until she raises her head, until he can look her in the eye just as she'd asked--and then he's coming, so hard he nearly blanks out from the feeling of it, spilling over her hand as she keeps stroking him.

"Fuck, Alex, oh, Christ..."

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He comes, making a mess over her fingers, over his own stomach and chest, coming so hard that it splashes nearly up to his collarbones. Alex groans softly, leaning down to press a kiss the his lips, still stroking him, knowing how sensitive he has to be.

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His come splashes hot against his skin, the sensation of it filthy and wonderful and not at all what he'd anticipated at the start of the night--but he wouldn't change it for anything else, and he knows that. Alex kisses him, keeping up that slow and steady touch of her hand, and he groans into her mouth, returning the kiss with a mix of sweetness and hunger, equally unexpected and equally perfect.

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She keeps stroking his cock until she feels him start to soften and then she take her hand away and, without thinking about it, she lifts her hand and licks her palm, sucks at the taste of him on her fingers. She's never minded the taste of come, and she's been wondering what he'd taste like for a while.

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Alex does it so smoothly and without pretense, cleaning the traces of his come off her palm and fingers, and even after everything that's just transpired--even after she'd swallowed around his cock in a way he'd only seen in a handful of very specific films--it's one of the most intimate things he's ever seen. After a moment of just watching her, he reaches out, smoothing back a lock of her hair that had tumbled free from behind her ear. His hand still trembles a little with the fine aftershocks of how hard he'd come, but his touch is soft and almost hesitant.

He knows something's shifted here. He knows, already, they can't possibly go back.