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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]

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.

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

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."

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

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.

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

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."

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

He kisses her the way that she desperately wants to be kissed right that, hard and hungry, his hand eager at her tits and it's perfect.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She asks, breathless, between kisses.

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"God, yes," he says before he can even think about it, the desire of it--the desire for her--pouring out of him. He forces himself to halt, if only for the moment. "I've got...there's condoms, in the bedside drawer."

[takecourage]

"Better get one then," she says, making a mental note to get a coil or an implant or something as soon as she reasonably can. She brushes his hair back from his face and, when he moves away from her, shifts so that she's more squarely on the bed, a pillow under her head, her thighs still spread for him. One hand idly slips between her thighs. She's unbelievably wet.

[more_magic]

He nods, feeling ridiculous and overeager in a way he hasn't since--perhaps ever. He's no blushing, giddy virgin; hasn't been for years, and yet, somehow, all of this feels new. Before he moves away, he presses another kiss to the palm of her hand, the one that had run so gently through his hair only a moment before.

He finds a condom, rolls it on, then turns back, only to find another beautiful sight in an evening that's already grown full of them: that dark spill of her hair, the splay of her legs against the sheets, the slow and idle motion of her hand between her thighs. He can see how slick and flushed she is, the pink of her cunt, and though he'd known it already the sight still hits him like an electric shock. "How do you..." he starts, getting back onto the bed with her, his cock bobbing as he moves. "Any favored positions, I suppose is what I mean."

[takecourage]

Alex thinks about that for a moment, arching her back as she strokes her cunt. Finally, she shakes her head.

"I don't think I care," she says. "I just want you to fuck my brains out. Please."

[more_magic]

When she phrases it like that, still touching herself with that slow and lazy stroke of her hand, he can hardly argue. He moves between her thighs again, his fingers closing around her wrist, moving her hand away from her cunt with a careful and gentle slowness. "Whatever you want," he says. "Anything."

Taking hold of his cock, he presses into her as slow as he dares, groaning at the heat of her.

[takecourage]

He'd looked big but he feels bigger as he pushes into her and Alex's back arches, her nipples brushing against his chest. She cradles his face with her hand, smudging his lips with her slick fingers.

"You don't have to be gentle," she says. "I won't break."

[more_magic]

The way she moves beneath him as he pushes in, as he fills her, is as gorgeous as all the other ways he's seen her tonight. When her nipples brush his chest, the sensation makes both of them shiver.

"I don't think there's much that could," he says as he starts to move, rolling thrusts of his hips that are still a little slow for now but hold the promise of more. He catches his weight on his forearms, looking down at her as he fucks her, at the way her body responds to him already.

[takecourage]

She wraps her legs around his thighs, pulling him in tighter, one arm up over her head to wrap around the bedframe.

"That's it," she says. "That's a good start."

[more_magic]

Perhaps at another time, with another partner, he might have argued that he didn't need the encouragement, that he knew what he was doing. Not so with Alex; from her, those words sink warm into the center of him, combining with his already-hot desire and the feeling of her legs wrapping around him. "Anything for you, Alex," he says, bending his head to take another kiss. "However you want it."

Now that he's found a rhythm, one the two of them have adjusted to as much as they've settled into the way their bodies fit together, it's easy to speed up. His thrusts get harder, fast enough to bounce her tits a little bit more, and he groans.

[takecourage]

Alex answers that groan with one of her own, snapping her hips to meet the thrust of his cock inside her. The way that it makes her tits bounce is delicious.

[more_magic]

She matches each rock of his hips with one of her own, and it's almost enough to drive him wild, hard and ready as he'd already been. Hitching one of her legs a little higher against him, changing the angle just enough, he pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in; long, deep motions, the sound of their bodies moving together something obscene.

"Don't want to come until you do," he grits out, his hand sliding between them, seeking out her clit. "After you do."

[takecourage]

The way he fucks her, deep, just on the edge of rough, is perfect and Alex clings to him, her arm curled around his neck, her hips rocking her down onto his cock with every thrust.

"Good boy," she says, grinning, breathless. "I wish you could come inside me." It's filthy but, in that moment, it's the truest thing she's ever said.

[more_magic]

"Christ, Alex," he mutters, the filthiness of that desire--one shared by both of them, even if only she is brave enough to voice it now--making his head spin. "Another night." Because there will be other nights, more of them, he hopes, than they'll be able to count.

For tonight, he nudges his fingers against her clit as he fucks her, moving them in hard, quick circles, trying to coax her over the edge once more.

[takecourage]

He's got clever hands - she shouldn't be surprised. She's not surprised by any of this - not his clever fingers, not his beautiful cock, not every gorgeous line of him. Every part of this was something she'd thought about and figured out on her own. And it's glorious.

"Fuck, Danny," she moans, squirming. "Fuck, that's it. That's...I'm so close."