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Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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takecourage

"Oh, fuck, bless you," she says, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, her hips squirming as he starts to rub her clit as he fingers her. "You don't want to know the kinds of things I was doing at that age. What did she do then?"

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He could make a guess as to those kinds of things, extrapolate something that would lead him down one of the darker paths they both choose to ignore--and most likely, he'd be right. Alex's life before Lethe had been one of misfortune, and now, with her safe and contented beside him, Darlington wants to keep any thought of it as far away from them both as possible.

"She moved me," he says simply, beginning the slow press of another finger into her. "Fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand down until I reached the button of her jeans. I thought I was going to pass out just from that."

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takecourage

"I bet you did," says Alex, trying to remember the first time anyone did that to her and just coming up with Len. Who probably was the first, around the time he gave her those bracelets, before he fucked her on a Baskin Robbins floor and got ice-cream in her hair. She bites her lip, rocking down onto his fingers.

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Her eyes go a little distant, just for the space of a blink--if that--and Darlington brushes a kiss to her mouth, something to act as both reassurance and reminder.

"I undid her fly, and slid my hand inside her panties, and even that she had to coach me on," he continues, a slow smile on his face. "As she put it, she knew I could use my fingers for something better than playing the cello, so why didn't I?"

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"At least you got better," she says, shifting her hips again, keeping them moving as she slides one hand up under the sweater than she's wearing to fondle one of her tits. "How long did it take to get her off?"

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more_magic

That she's fondling herself while wearing his sweater makes it all hotter in a way Darlington can't quite define--but maybe the definition doesn't matter. He groans, pumping his fingers a little faster, crooking them to press against her in the way she likes best. "Not long at all, though of course it felt like forever at the time," he says. "I wanted it to go on forever, but when she came..." He laughs, low and a little embarrassed even at the memory. "She came on my fingers and I nearly creamed my damn pants."

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takecourage

"Because you liked making her feel good," she says, rolling her nipple between her fingers, pinching a little as she swallows back a moan, all but grinding against his hand now. "Took a while to figure out that kink but it was always there, huh?"

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"It very much was," he murmurs, moving against her with a little more deliberateness, his cock hard and aching, pressing against Alex's thigh through his sweats. "Thought for a long time it was just...being generous. Comfortable with letting the woman take the lead, however you want to phrase it."

He groans, kissing her deeply. "Then, of course, I met you."

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takecourage

"And we figured out a lot about you," she says, shifting her thigh she that he can grind against her if he wants to. "How you just want to be told what to do..."

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more_magic

He'd joked before about screwing around like teenagers, but right now--both of them still fully clothed as they lie on the couch, practically rutting against one another--it really does feel a little desperate and juvenile. And he loves it. Alex moves her leg, giving him a little more access, a little more leverage, and the twist of his hips gets needier in response.

"Already learned so much about myself," he agrees. "How I like ceding bits of control to you. How knowing you have that...that power gets me off harder than just about anything else."

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takecourage

"How you like to feel a little bit humiliated and out in your place," says Alex, her own breath gasping out of her now as she rocks onto his fingers.

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more_magic

"How I even know what my place is now," he says, his free hand joining Alex's beneath the sweater she's wearing, his fingers teasing her nipple. "On my knees. Aching hard. Willing to do anything you ask. And all you need to do to get me there is be entirely yourself."

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takecourage

"Are you going to come for me, Danny?" She asks, shifting so that she can get her hand between them, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his sweats. "Are you going to come for me and then go and make me dinner?"

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more_magic

"Yes," he says, almost groaning the word as Alex squeezes his cock. "I'll come for you, and I'll finish dinner, and after we've eaten maybe you'll have more fun with me, just as we discussed. Because you want it. And so do I."

He drops his head to her chest, forehead resting on the soft wool of the sweater and his hips pushing greedily into the touch of her hand.

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takecourage

"Maybe I'll have you finish dinner in an apron and nothing else," she says, working his cock in earnest through the soft fabric of his pants, rocking her own hips in time. "You can keep your glasses on."

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more_magic

"An apron and glasses," he says, stuttering out a laugh. "Christ, what a look." It's not an argument, nowhere near a flat no, and they both know it. His breath pants out of him as she strokes him faster, and he shudders at the maddening friction of his sweats against his cock. "Really am going to..."

The rest of that sentence dissolves into a groan as he comes in his pants, hips hitching against her side and his cock twitching in her grasp.

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takecourage

He comes, and Alex keeps working him until he's spent. "Have you got time to finish me off before you need to cook?"

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more_magic

"It might have to be a little rushed," he says, apologetic even as his fingers resume pumping quickly in and out of her, "but I think we have just enough time left." Taking another heated, hungry kiss, he presses the heel of his hand against her clit as he keeps fingering her, giving her something to grind down against.

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takecourage

Alex doesn't need anything that he's not giving her right then. She pants and whimpers until she goes over the edge and comes, pressed tight against him.

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more_magic

No matter how she comes, it's beautiful. This is no exception, her body pressed so close that when she trembles it feels almost like he is as well. Danny keeps his hand between her thighs until she's through, and when he pulls his fingers from her cunt he groans at how slick they are.

There's no hesitation, though, in the way he moves them to his mouth, cleaning up before she can even ask it of him.

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takecourage

She watches him suck his fingers clean, biting her lip as he does.

"You don't have to strip down," she says. "But I'd really like it if you did."

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more_magic

"You would, wouldn't you?" he says, a grin on his face as he shakes his head. Sometimes, Darlington thinks Alex would've been perfectly happy if he'd left all his clothes at the other apartment. "I'll do it, but I'm at least putting pants back on while we eat."

He kisses her, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. There's an apron hanging on a hook by the side of the fridge, and he grabs it before returning to the living room. Dropping it on the coffee table, he stands in front of Alex, eyebrows raised, then strips his t-shirt over his head.

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takecourage

"Spoilsport," she says, smirking, as she settles back on the couch with one arm pillowed behind her head. She whistles as he strips off his shirt.

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more_magic

"You'll have the satisfaction of taking them off me the instant the plates are cleared away," he reminds her, laughing at the wolf whistle. "Hell, I'm half expecting you to just pants me right as I'm putting everything in the sink."

Turning around, he shimmies his hips, a ridiculous tease before he starts to pull his sweats down over the tight curve of his ass.