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[takecourage]

She really doesn't know why they bother having two apartments at all, not when they're both much happier when they're in the same one. They cook together, they eat together, they sprawl on one sofa watching movies. They took the time to ward both places, with Bramford being as deeply haunted as it as. Riddled with grays. Alex feels them wash over her the minute she steps into the hallway but, in either of the apartments, she trusts him to keep her safe.

"What are you even doing?" she asks.

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"Alex," he says, her name for a moment the only word that matters. His head spins, his breath shivering out of him at the thought of all that could have been, and all that will be now. "So do I."

Such small words, really, to hold all that meaning.

[takecourage]

A grin, completely unguarded, spreads across her face and she leans in and kisses him, deeper and hungrier than before.

"Where do you want to start?"

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Even if he could have stopped the low moan that rises from his throat as she kisses him like that, he wouldn't have. His hand goes to her side, fingers resting against the fabric of that tank top she's wearing, as he kisses her back with an answering amount of heat.

"I'll start wherever you want," he says when they finally separate, his breath already coming faster than it had before. "But this is a decent beginning." Acting on instinct, he pulls her forward slightly, a little more into his lap as they sit there.

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She shifts into his lap easily, straddling his thighs so that she can look down at him, her dark hair tousled on one side of her face. She combs her fingers through his hair, tousling it back from his face.

"Danny Arlington," she says, grinning, delighted. "I never would have guessed you'd kiss like that."

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"And I never would have guessed you'd find out I could." She's beautiful above him just like this, just like she'd been when he was on his knees before her, half a world away now. When her fingers push into his hair, he follows the motion easily, readily, his head tilting up towards her.

Still following that instinct, he moves that hand at her side to just beneath her tank top, his palm resting warm against the small of her back.

[takecourage]

Her hand on her bare skin feels amazing and Alex squirms just a little bit, her fingers still tousled in his hair. She pulls just a little.

"Have you imagined it?" She asks. "With me?"

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She squirms and pulls his hair, and the combination of the two goes straight to his cock. If he wasn't so caught up, if he didn't already want this as much as she does, he might have been embarrassed.

"Yeah, I did," he admits, the bare honesty of it tumbling freely out of him. "When I was still coming down from whatever Manuscript did to me, but then...after that too." He expects her to tease him about that, to laugh and comment about being your fucking wet dream, Darlington?, but he'll take it. He won't even mind it, much.

[takecourage]

She can feel how turned on he is, the press of his hard cock between her thighs, through her sweats, and it's perfect. She shifts her hips again and leans forward, putting her mouth close to his ear.

"Tell me about it? How you imagined it?"

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There's no mockery after all, just the rock of her hips and the sound of her voice in his ear as she presses close to him. His head spins, and it's glorious.

"You on top, usually. In bed here, or back home. Once or twice, I thought about the day of the rainstorm, what it might have been like, in...in front of the fire." It's primal, admitting to it; vulgar in a way he never is, but she's asked and he'd never deny her the things she requests. "Thought about kneeling for you, like I did on Halloween." He does manage a smile, a wry tilt of one corner of his mouth. "Absent the drugs and the nosebleed, of course."

[takecourage]

She shivers at the thought of it, her body pressed against his, her breath still in his ear.

"And what are you going to do for me once you're on your knees, Danny?"

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They're so close, he can feel the shiver as it runs through her. He moves his hand a little further up Alex's back, the fabric of her tank top starting to gather at his wrist.

"Whatever you want, but when I thought about it..." He pauses, his mouth gone dry for a moment. "Lifting up your skirt. Taking down your panties. Fitting...fitting my head between your legs."

[takecourage]

It's not quite talking dirty, not yet, but it's so close that Alex can almost taste it. She shifts her hips, pressing one hand between them so that she can palm the hard line of his cock, squeezing just a little.

"Fuck, Danny," she breathes. "Tell me what you'll do once you're there."

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He groans, his hips jumping when she squeezes him like that. For a minute, he imagines how much better it would feel without the barrier of his sweatpants in the way.

"Put my mouth on you," he says, the wine and his own need making him more direct than he thinks he might have been otherwise. "Kissing your thighs, using my hand to...spread you, so I can go down on you, find out how you like that. If you like that, if you want it."

[takecourage]

"God, I like that," she says, her hips rocking forward like she's riding him, her hand restored trapped between them. "God, I want that."

[more_magic]

Absurdly, he's glad he took the time to strengthen the wards at the start of the evening; the desire here likely to bring a crowd of spectators neither of them want and only one of them can see. Alex rocks against him, the motion of her hips prompting her hand to move as well, and it's so easy to envision what it might be like when neither of them are as dressed as they are now.

God, he wants that.

"Then I'll do it," he promises, his voice gone rough with need. "Whenever you want."

[takecourage]

She takes another kiss, squeezing his cock again, feeling it hard and hot through the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Fuck. Darlington. Danny. Take me to bed. Please."

[more_magic]

This is not how he expected this night to go, but now that it's here he can't imagine wanting anything different. His cock twitches in her grasp, and for a minute he has to concentrate hard on not simply coming in his pants.

"Yes," he breathes, knowing it to be the only response he'd ever want to give.

[takecourage]

She all but scrambles out his lap, her eyes drawn, for a moment, to the obscene way that his cock tents his sweats and then she holds out both her hands to him.

Whatever they're doing here, they're doing it together.

[more_magic]

She's as beautiful to him in sweatpants and a tank top as she had been as Queen Mab. He flushes a little seeing the downward flick of her eyes, but when she holds out her hands he takes them without hesitation, letting her pull him to his feet. He kisses her again, slow and wanting, then turns towards the hallway, leading her towards his room.

[takecourage]

She's been led to bedrooms before by a man she thought she loved, by men she didn't, but never mind this. Never by a man she trusts like this.

She squeezes his hand.

[more_magic]

The doorway to his bedroom isn't a precipice, isn't anything more than a frame of wood, but they cross it together, hand in hand. Aside from the stacks of books that have already started to form on the windowsill and by the chair in the corner, the room inside is fairly neat, the bed made with sheets he'd just washed that afternoon. Danny leads her to the side of the bed, a faint and sudden tremor of nervousness within him. He just wants to do this right for her. However she wants it.

"I figure it's only fair if I..." he murmurs, the last part of that sentence trailing off as he looks down at her. The darkness of her eyes, the curve and jut of her collarbone, the sweep of her shoulders. Letting go of her hand, he kisses her again, then steps back just far enough to strip off his t-shirt.

[takecourage]

The fact that she knows about the runs, all of the hours spent in the training room, doesn't prepare her for the loveliness of him when he strips off his shirt. He's beautiful, put together beautifully, long lean muscle and smooth skin. Alex wars with the desire to run her tongue over every inch of him.

"You're right," she says, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "That totally is fair."

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Danny doesn't flatter himself to think that she's ever looked at him quite like this, but now that he's seeing it he doubts he'll ever get tired of it. "I can keep going," he says, that small smile of hers sinking like something warm right into the center of him. "If you think that's fair too."

[takecourage]

She sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning her weight back on her hands and looking up at him.

"I do think that's fair."

[more_magic]

"Shouldn't have expected any other answer," he says, fingers already moving to hook in the waistband of his sweats. He looks at her again, just taking in the way she's sitting there on his bed--waiting, watching, beautiful--before he pushes down his pants and steps out of them. Having foregone underwear, the action leaves him naked before her, his cock flushed and hard. He blushes again, but stays exactly where he is.