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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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[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."

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

Yeah, Alex does stare. She doesn't think she could be blamed, either, not with the revealed flat of his belly, the light dusting of hair on his chest and down towards...

"Wow," she says. "That is definitely bigger than I was expecting."

[more_magic]

He'd found her brash directness exasperating and even crass at times. At others--now, specifically--even Danny can't quite deny that there's something pleasing in it. He smiles at the compliment, coughing out a bit of a laugh.

"As long as it meets with your approval, Stern."

[takecourage]

"So far so good," she says, grinning lazily. "Come here? Let me get a closer look."

[more_magic]

A faint shiver runs down his back at the request, the way her voice sounds when she makes it. He bites his lip and nods, then takes the few steps distance from where he's standing to the edge of the bed.

[takecourage]

Alex sits up, intensely aware of the position she's in, how easy it would be to slide her mouth down over his cock. Instead, she slides her palms up his thighs, around to squeeze his ass. She traces the muscles of his belly, the tight V that frames his cock so perfectly.

"You're beautiful."

[more_magic]

She sits up and yes, for a moment he wonders what it would be like to have her mouth on him. Of course he does. The touch of her hands is better, though, that slow mapping of thighs and belly, her fingertips gliding over each defined muscle. Even the squeeze to his ass is perfect, unexpected enough that his hips jump a little when she does it.

"I know better than to argue with you, Alex. Tonight, at least."

[takecourage]

"Good boy," she says, and then she traces her fingers along the line of his cock, heat and soft, soft skin. "Now. Tell me what you want now. You can...have anything you want. But I want to hear it."

[more_magic]

His eyes close for a minute at the light, almost experimental touch to his cock, and he drags in a slow breath through his nose. The myriad of choices before him is nearly overwhelming, but he supposes there's time now for all of them. They get to have the time, here.

"Now," he says, looking down at her, meeting her eyes. "Now...I'd like to undress you. Have you lie down, so I can go down on you." He's so, so hard, but he knows he can wait. He wants to do this for her first.

[takecourage]

How's she supposed to say no to a thing like that. She curls her fingers around his cock, giving him a slow, lazy stroke. And then she stands up.

"Okay," she says.

[more_magic]

Danny doesn't fight the needy groan that the stroke of her hand pulls out of him. He can't believe he gets this, that they both do. "Okay," he echoes as she unfolds herself from the bed and stands. There's something a little absurd, just for a moment, about the juxtaposition of the two of them; Alex fully clothed, Danny in nothing but his skin. It's perfect, even so.

He bends a little, taking another kiss as his hands find the hem of her tank top. Slowly, he starts to drag it upwards until it's over her head and off completely.

[takecourage]

Braless, under the tank top, it doesn't take much the strip her. She's not embarrassed to be topless in front of him; she knows she's got nice tits, and she wants him to see them, wants him to admire her.

She arches her back a little.

[more_magic]

Whether driven by that humiliating mist of Manuscript's or the workings of his own subconscious in the middle of the night as he slept, he's envisioned what she might look like; the curve and swell of her, the pale expanse of her skin. All that fantasy doesn't even come close to the reality of it, and he's struck dumb for a minute, just watching her.

"May I?" he says, reaching out an almost hesitant hand to brush against her skin. His fingers trace along her shoulder, against her collarbone, then pause, waiting for her permission to stray further. He only ever wants to touch her in the ways she wants to be touched.

[takecourage]

"Oh, God, please," she says, leaning into the lightness of his touch. She thinks she'll die if he doesn't touch her like he means it.

[more_magic]

She presses into him, asks for more with the give of her body and the spill of her words, and it's all the permission he needs. His hands move lower, cupping her tits, his thumbs moving in slow circles against her nipples as he bends to kiss her as deeply as he can.

[takecourage]

She's never been touched this gently by a man, not in her whole life, and she finds herself melting into it, pressing her tits into his palms as they kiss.

[more_magic]

He explores her, maps her in much the same way as she'd done to him; his hands curving along her tits, sweeping against her side to feel the slight ridges of her ribcage, then finally settle against her hips. He could do only this forever, but they both want more.

"I'll keep going," he says, those long fingers of his moving to the waistband of her sweats. He waits a moment, gives her the space and time to stop him, then starts to tug them down.

[takecourage]

She doesn't stop him, can't imagine wanting to. Under her sweats, she's wearing plain black cotton panties, nothing special, and it occurs to her to be sorry that it's not silk and lace for their first time.

"Don't stop," she says.