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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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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He runs his hand along the outside of her thigh as she hooks her leg over his shoulder, as much for a chance to touch her as it is to steady her. The new angle exposes her a little more, makes it even easier for him to pull more of those beautiful noises from her as she writhes against his sheets. His own arousal is a thing he's nearly forgotten, focused on her as he is.

Leaving one hand resting along her thigh, he shifts his other between her legs, one finger pressing slowly into her cunt as his tongue keeps tracing over her clit.

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She should have known he'd do this, that he'd get her there this quickly. She rocks her hips, all but grinding against his mouth, rocking down into his finger in her cunt.

"More, Danny," she almost sobs. "Harder."

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It's beautiful and filthy, the way she grinds against his face, the way he can already feel his chin slick with her. She cries out and pleads, every sound hitting him like the sweetest of blows, and he moans in response. Easing another finger into her, he fucks her harder, faster, the tip of his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub of her clit.

He wants her to come, wants to feel it, wants this to go on forever and ever without end. Whatever happens, he wants it all.

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She comes so hard and so suddenly that she's barely got any warning at all. One minute she's squirming under his mouth and the next she's spasming and moaning, clenching around his fingers, seeing stars.

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It seems to happen all at once, her cunt going so tight around his fingers it's almost painful. She moans and shakes, and though he doesn't stop anything he's doing he has to concentrate far more on not making a mess of himself against the sheets.

He stays with her, mouth against her and fingers inside her, until she comes back down; until there's nothing left but the faintest of aftershocks. Only then does he lift his head, his face shining and slick, his eyes dark as they seek out hers once more. "That was...that was beautiful." For a moment, he worries that sounds too silly or juvenile; something mumbled and romantic that she'd scorn and be right to do so. Even if it is, it's still the complete and utter truth.

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He looks so handsome, dark hair rumpled across his forehead, face slick and shining. She holds her hands out to him, beckoning wordlessly.

"Just fucking kiss me. Please."

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"Language," he says, though the word comes out with a breathless lack of any of its usual force. She holds her hands out to him, and he heeds the call, moving up the bed until she can twine her arms back around his neck.

He'd meant to kiss her gently, carefully, with the kind of respect she's gotten so seldom in instances like these, but when their lips meet the kiss holds the kind of hunger that had so surprised her to see from him before. One of his hands goes to her tit, his fingers seeking out the hard point of her nipple and brushing slowly back and forth.