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 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.

[more_magic]

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.