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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]

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.

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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.

[more_magic]

"I won't," he promises. "Not until you want me to. If you want me to." Even in those simple black panties, she's the most gorgeous thing Danny's ever seen.

With that same reverent slowness, he eases her panties down. He doesn't even know he's holding his breath until they're off, until she's as naked as he is and he's exhaling a long, shuddering sigh.

[takecourage]

Naked, Alex fights the absurd urge to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she reaches for him, curling both arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

[more_magic]

It's his turn to make a soft, low sound against her mouth as they kiss, his lips parting to accept the fullness of her lower lip, sucking at it gently. A twin of that instinct from before moves him again, his hands going to her backside, using his carefully cultivated strength to lift her up, letting her legs tangle around his waist. The friction against his cock is delicious, nearly a distraction, and he's glad they're as close to the bed as they are.

Kissing her all the while, he moves them, turns them until he can lay her onto the mattress.

[takecourage]

He lays her down on the bed, so gently, so careful, and it makes her feel like she's something precious, like she's made out of gold. She stretches one arm over her head, the other coming up to cradle the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

[more_magic]

She stretches out, almost catlike, her dark hair spilling against the crisp white of his sheets. Bracing himself above her, his hands placed carefully at either side of her body, Danny lets her pull him down into that kiss.

"You're beautiful like this," he says, his mouth pressing gentle kisses against her jawline as he speaks.

[takecourage]

She can feel herself start to blush in the dim light. She's used to sex but the compliments are something else entirely.

"I thought you said something about going down on me..."

[more_magic]

"So I did," he says, and though he doesn't need the reminder, it's still appreciated; all he wants is to give her the things she asks for. He takes another kiss, because he can, then begins a slow descent over the long column of her body, hands straying along her curves and his mouth trailing careful--and closed-mouthed--kisses against her skin, unwilling to be the one who causes all that ink to blossom into being once more.

Be careful in the throes, he'd cautioned her once, never imagining he'd have a need to heed his own advice.

Gently, he spreads her legs far enough that he can settle between them, his fingers gliding along her inner thighs. "Still good?" he asks, looking up at her. For a moment, he remembers seeing her from an angle much like this, his head swirling with visions not entirely of his own making. Even in the dimness of his room, he can see a light in her eyes, something equal parts disbelief and desire. He bends his head, laying a kiss against the mound of her cunt and feeling the heat of her against his lips.

That too is familiar, but this time, there's no barrier in the way.

[takecourage]

When his lips press against her, she remembers, in a rush, him on his knees, her skirt pushed up around her thighs, his lips against the fabric of her panties and how fervently, guilty, she'd wondered how it might have felt without her panties between them. She lifts her hand, brushing his dark hair back from his forehead. She's utterly exposed to him and she finds that doesn't make her feel self conscious at all.

"Still okay," she says.

[more_magic]

He leans into her touch just as he'd done when she was in his lap earlier, that easy motion of his head as her fingers push through his hair. For a moment, he thinks about saying something, but can't quite find the words. Maybe there are no words, or none that are wholly necessary at a time like this.

Moving slightly, he spreads her with the long fingers of one hand before pressing his mouth between her thighs, his tongue running against her clit.

[takecourage]

Of course he's going to be good at this, more than good, just like he's more than good at everything he puts his mind to. Alex moans, spreading her hips wider, her fingers tousling into his hair.

"Good...thing I don't have tattoos down there, right?"

[more_magic]

Darlington's heard all kinds of music, played it and argued about it and used it to fill the drafty halls of Black Elm when the solitude of being the only one in the house got to be just too much. The way Alex moans just then sounds better to him than any symphony, and all he wants is to hear it again.

He doesn't dare stop to answer her question, but he's thinking almost exactly the same thing. He groans at the taste of her, licking and sucking, trying to open her up a little further with the work of his mouth.

[takecourage]

The sounds his mouth makes on her are obscene and they just make Alex groan as she rolls her hips experimentally, squirming between the mattress and Darlington's clever tongue.

She lifts one leg, draping it over his shoulder, opening herself up more for him.