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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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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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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"Come on, Alex," he says, rolling his hips, fucking into her with steady, hard strokes. "Come for me again."