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[takecourage]

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]

"Bet you never thought you'd hear yourself say that," she says, laughing as she rocks, the movement of her hip speeding up as she edges closer and closer to coming.

[more_magic]

"Absolutely not," he says, his laugh a little more strained as she rides him harder, her hips snapping and tits swaying. "But you've gotten me to say a lot of things I never expected to, so I guess I can't be surprised."

She moves just right, and he groans, biting his lip hard. "Fuck, I'm going to..."

[takecourage]

Alex leans down, catching her weight on her hands on either side of his head as she presses a kiss against his mouth, her hips still rocking and squirming.

"Do it," she murmurs. "For me. Let me feel it."

[more_magic]

He nods, his mouth smudging against hers as they kiss. "Always for you."

It takes no time at all after that. He thrusts up to meet her, letting himself go, coming hard enough that it blanks out every other thought in his head.