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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

"Obviously," says Alex, getting up off the sofa and padding over to the table in her bare feet, carrying her glass of wine and sliding into a chair. "Oh, my god. This sounds amazing."

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more_magic

"Chicken with dijon sauce and roasted vegetables," he says, watching as Alex takes a seat at the table. She's still a little rumpled, cozy in her borrowed sweater with her hair cascading over one shoulder; more beautiful than he's ever seen her. "It's actually one I learned from Pammie. Well, I say learned, but I half wonder if she wrote it out for me so I'd finally let her get back to her dissertation."

For a moment, he regrets that their Oculus isn't in Darrow with them--even though he's almost certain she'd hate it, an entire city full of new people--but the thought passes away as quickly as it had come.

"And now that you're settled..." Darlington trails off, his dark eyebrows lifting as he smirks. Slowly, he undoes the strings of the apron, then pulls it off. "As requested."

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takecourage

Alex's eyes dip, taking in the lean lines of him, flat belly, long legs and beautiful cock and then she looks back up at his face, tousled and boyish in nothing but his glasses.

"Perfect."

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more_magic

There's a way Alex looks at him at times, something possessive and delighted all at once, that always makes his stomach flip a little. It does so now, seeing the sparkle in her eyes as they trail up towards his face. He ducks his head, brushing his hair back as he takes a seat across from her. The wood of the chair is a little cool against his bare skin, and he tries not to squirm.

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takecourage

Alex helps herself to food and, for a moment, she doesn't say anything because she's too busy eating. Her bones are never going to forget how it felt to go hungry.

"This is amazing," she says. "How do you feel?"

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more_magic

They both eat in relative silence for a time, Alex with her usual barely-restrained abandon and Darlington trying to make up in table manners what he currently lacks in clothing. They make a ridiculous pair, but neither of them would be quite so happy without the other.

"I'm glad you like it," he says, taking a sip of his wine as he considers her question. "Exposed, obviously. Still in disbelief that you even talked me into this in the first place. And that it wasn't much of a struggle." He glances at her over the top of his glasses, a flush staining his cheekbones. "Turned on in a way that feels indecent."

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takecourage

"Are you hard?" Asks Alex, even though she knows the most likely answer, smirking as she reaches to take a sip of wine.

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more_magic

"Getting there," he says, even though he knows--and assumes she does as well--that's not the complete truth. He adjusts the napkin on his lap, as though it'll do anything to conceal the situation he's in at all.

"Have you given any thought to your plans for the rest of the night?"

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takecourage

She can't see, but she definitely assumes. She tilts her head, looking at him for a long moment.

"I do like that idea of tying you down," she says.

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more_magic

"I thought you might," he says, meeting her considering gaze with one of his own. "Anything that gives you another layer of control over me."

Darlington thinks for another minute or two, considering needs and desires; options and possibilities. "I have to admit, I keep thinking about needing permission from you to come," he says. "Speaking of having control."

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"You say that like you don't love it too," she says, popping a slice of potato into her mouth, smirking while she chews. "And you know you do. So we'll use a cockring then?"

Having this conversation over dinner seems ridiculous, but Alex can't deny the throb between her thighs.

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more_magic

That they're treating this like any other mealtime conversation only makes it seem filthier. He takes a--slightly large--swallow of wine, then nods. "That's going to be the most effective way of keeping me in check, I'd think."

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takecourage

"I thought a blindfold, too," he says, watching the way that he swallows his wine. "So you're properly at my mercy."

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more_magic

He's fully hard again--already, regardless of how poorly he'd tried to evade the topic when Alex asked at the start of dinner--and when she brings up the blindfold, Danny has to shift in his seat, just slightly.

"That'd do it."

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takecourage

She knows him well enough to know exactly what that shift of his weight entails.

"I'd like to try the flogger instead of the crop. If you're up for that?"

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more_magic

They'd bought it the last time they went to the shop downtown, something to play with once the both of them were ready but with no expectations that it be anytime soon. He takes a moment, knowing he can, knowing what they've started only works because of things like this.

"I think I'm up for it, but tell me what you're considering? Same treatment as you'd give me with the crop?"

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takecourage

"Pretty much," she says, with a nod. "Anywhere you don't want me to try it? Or anywhere you really do?"

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more_magic

"I'm still unsure about you using it on my cock," he says, his stomach twisting faintly and uncertainly at the mention of it and the flush on his cheeks growing a shade darker. "The flogger or the crop, frankly. But all the usual places, I'm...those are fair game."

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takecourage

"I think you'd be more into it than you think," she says, sipping her wine again, her own cheeks flushed. "For what it's worth. But we don't have to do anything you don't ask for."

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more_magic

"With how readily I've taken to so much else, I don't suppose you're wrong," he says, hiding the way he smirks at the color flooding Alex's cheeks a bit behind his wineglass. "Another night, maybe."

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takecourage

"Fair," she says, reaching for the wine to top up her glass. "So we're tying you down, blindfolding you, flogging you. Anything else?"

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more_magic

"Cockring too, don't forget," he says, as though there'd been any way she had. He knows her far too well. He adds the last dregs of the bottle to his glass once Alex has refilled hers, taking a sip as he thinks over the question in full.

"Nothing that comes to mind."

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takecourage

"Cockring, too," she says. "I suppose I can improvise as we go, too." She sucks some of the sauce from the pad of her thumb. "I'm sure inspiration will hit once you're all trussed up."

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more_magic

"I have no doubt." Maybe it's just the state he's already in, but even the simple act of her licking that dribble of sauce from her thumb strikes him as dizzyingly erotic. He takes another deep swallow of wine, and shifts again in his chair.

They finish dinner, winding one another up a little more just because they can, and once their plates are clean and their glasses empty, Danny looks across the table at Alex. "How do you want to start?"