takecourage | (no subject)

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

"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.

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takecourage

He's not wearing boxers so the gratification is pretty instantaneous. She bites her lip.

"I am never going to get tired of looking at your ass," she says.

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more_magic

Danny tries for a put-upon sort of sigh in response, but it sounds more like yet another laugh. "Thankfully, I'm all yours to ogle," he says. "I imagine there's few other people in this city with quite so much of a penchant for pale New Englanders as it is."

Letting his sweats fall to the ground, he steps out of them, turning just enough to grab the apron without revealing too much. He all but expects her to say something about that, and he waits a moment before putting the apron on.

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takecourage

"You've got a real hang-up about that," she says, rolling her eyes fondly at him. "You do know how much you work out, right? Like, you are conscious during all of those runs?"

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more_magic

"I'm well aware," he says, grinning as he slips the apron over his head and ties it at his waist. "And awake. Even though, as you so inimitably put it every single morning, it's too fucking early."

He turns back to her, bending to take another kiss just as the timer sounds from the kitchen. "Perfect timing. Need a refill or anything before I get back to it?"

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takecourage

"I will absolutely take another glass of wine while I enjoy the show," she says, flashing a broad grin. "And give me a quick turn."

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more_magic

"You're incorrigible, Stern." Picking up her empty glass, he takes it back into the kitchen and gets the wine out of the fridge, taking an additional moment to pull the pans out of the oven. When he returns with her wine, Darlington hands Alex the glass, then steps back to give her a full view as he turns in place.

"What's the verdict?"

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takecourage

"You've still got a great ass," she says. "Are you sure you need pants on to eat? I kind of like the idea of sitting at the table with you wearing nothing at all."

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more_magic

Darlington can't help the way he blushes at the thought of it. "You like the idea of me doing just about anything while wearing nothing at all."

He goes back to the kitchen, still turning the idea over in his mind as he moves the chicken to a platter and turns the burner on beneath the now-empty skillet, adding shallots and wine as he starts to deglaze the pan and pull together the sauce.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," he says, having made his choice. "But sure, Alex, I'll have dinner completely nude. Just for you."