more_magic | hey, it is a job, it pays a lot; is it disservicing someone?

That he waits until the end of the week isn't delaying or reluctance--or, frankly, a resistance to the absurdity of taking romantic advice from a high schooler--merely a desire, after having done so much wrong, to finally get one thing right. He knows he's behaved abominably, said things that he never thought himself capable of, and even after Caleb's assurances, Darlington's not sure forgiveness is a thing that Alex will be able to find where he's concerned.

He holds onto the hope of it, along with his memories of that first week he'd spent in Darrow; their easy intimacy, growing close in a way that they'd only begun to manage back in New Haven, and the surprising and utterly wanted course their night had taken up at Kagura. Thinks, too, of the certainty in Caleb's voice as he'd said You make her feel the butterflies. He wants, more than anything, not to be wrong about this.

He'd agreed to work this month's Final Friday evening program at the museum, and by the time he's finished helping the other front-of-house staff clean up and pack everything away, it's already past ten. If Alex is working tonight, it's more than likely that she's gone already, but after a brief stop at his own apartment, Darlington's on his way to the Bramford. He knocks on her door, using his key when there's no answer, finding the apartment empty and dark.

There's a moment where he thinks about waiting, about being there once more when she gets home just like he had been the night he'd come to work on the wards. It is, he knows, some kind of a coward's choice; the easy way out of a situation that he should have been strong enough to face up to well before now. Breathing out a long sigh, he leaves the bag he'd brought by the side of her couch and heads back into the cold, hailing a cab and giving the driver an address that gains him a winking look in the rearview mirror that he tries to ignore.

Only a week ago, he'd sworn he'd never go back, that there was no place for him here even if Alex was hellbent on making it hers. Even now, he'd rather be anywhere else. But there's no other place Darlington knows he should be tonight if he's going to make some attempt at fixing even a fraction of what he alone had broken.

They pull up outside the club on Paper, and after paying the driver and going through the ritual of cover and ID with the bouncer at the door, Darlington goes inside. The music is just as loud and grinding as before, the crowds around the stage just as vulgar, the drinks from the bar just as watered down; once again, it fills him with displeasure and unease and has him glancing towards the exit. He stays instead, choosing a table that's neither fully lit by the stage nor completely hidden in the shadows and setting down his drink.

This may only break things further between them, bring about an assumption or an argument that will sever the thin threads that still remain of their tie to one another. Darlington can only hope, with the kind of surrendering faith that he's reserved for few other things in his life--and once before for Alex, on a Halloween that turned into nothing he could have anticipated--that it'll be something altogether different.

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takecourage

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it," she says. "Not that I think those kind of things about you. Obviously."

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more_magic

He doesn't say anything to that--rather hasty--denial of her own thoughts, just raises one dark eyebrow. "And if I told you I'd never had a lapdance before, Stern?"

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takecourage

"I would totally not be surprised," she says, nudging him towards the sofa. "And I would be totally happy to take your virginity."

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more_magic

"Cutting right to the point as always," he says, deadpan and dry for a moment before he smiles again. "Lead on."

It's almost a reverse of their dance on New Year's. Her arms still twined around his neck, Alex pulls him further into the apartment, and all he can do--all he wants to do--is follow her. They reach the sofa, and once she lets go of him, he sits, head tilting up easily to look at her.

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takecourage

"Did someone tell you the rules at the club?" She asks, starting to strip out of her boots, jeans and hoodie. "Or do I need to start with those?"

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more_magic

"I got the general rundown," he says, biting his lip as he watches her peel off those outer layers, revealing the corset and a pair of tiny shorts. "No touching. For me, not for you. Tip generously. And that strippers can smell fear, though I think that was more of a warning than an actual rule."

The flush returns to the line of his cheekbones, and he shifts slightly on the couch. "Anything else?"

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takecourage

In this light she can see him blushing and it's beautiful. She selects a track on her phone and sets it down on the table, her hips already starting to move.

"What did you think of me tonight?" She asks, her hands over her head, fingers in her straight hair.

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more_magic

He watches her start to dance, the smooth roll of her hips and the push of her hands in her hair; once again, his stomach flips, not unpleasantly. "You were surprisingly forceful, Stern."

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takecourage

"That isn't what I asked you, Danny," she says, her hands skimming down to graze over the curve of her tits under the corset. "And you know it "

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more_magic

"Wasn't it?" he says, eyes still tracking the path of her hands, the way her fingertips run along the fabric of the corset, mapping each curve. The sight is almost electric, adding to the coiling tension within him. He pauses, and tries again.

"It wasn't the kind of performance I'd assumed it might be."

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takecourage

"That still isn't what you thought...but it's a start," she says, turning her back on him and then bending from the waist. She's well aware of how good her ass looks in these shorts.

"Why not?"

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more_magic

She turns and bends, and gentleman though he is, Darlington's eyes still linger on the snug curve of her ass in those shorts. Idly and unthinkingly, he settles a little more on the couch.

When she asks, there's a moment where the thinks about--not lying, precisely, but a softening of the truth. Some elision to smooth the way after a month's worth of harshness. But if he's committing to this, and he is, Darlington knows he owes her more than that. "I'd thought there was only the illusion of control in anything you might do," he says. "The impression of a choice, but an understanding that there were...obligations to your audience, maybe. That's what concerned me." He lets out a breath, watching her as she dances, the low beat of the music filling the room. "But it didn't seem that way at all tonight."

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takecourage

She shifts so that she can look back at him, her hands tracing up the backs of her bare thighs, her hair tumbled to one side of her face.

"It's all a choice, Danny," she says, softly. She straightens up and, like she had in the club, moves to straddle his lap, a leg bent against the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. She tousles her fingers into his hair and, this time, she does lean in to kiss him. "Ask me how it makes me feel."

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more_magic

Still bent over, Alex turns like that, looking at him with something inscrutable in her dark eyes, and Darlington wonders if he should have opted for that softer version of his opinions after all. But then she speaks, low and quiet and with a weight to her words, and something about it feels like another step towards rebuilding. "So I'm coming to realize, Alex," he says, equally quiet.

She moves into his lap, her legs bracketing his thighs, and when her fingers push into his hair he doesn't fight the way he moves with the contact. When she kisses him, slow and heated, he has to work hard not to lift a hand to touch her. The effort of it makes his head spin, tightening that coil of tension in his gut a little bit more.

"How does it make you feel, then?"

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takecourage

"Powerful," she says, her fingers still pressed into his hair, her hips moving in a way that's not really about dancing, in that moment. "Sex never made me feel powerful before. It always made me feel dirty and small and weak. But when I'm dancing? When I've got men eating out of the palm of my hand?" She grins. "It feels really fucking good."

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more_magic

The roll of her hips isn't quite a grind, but it's close enough to suggest it, promising something that Darlington knows at the back of his mind is only hers to give or withhold. "But it's predicated on your audience, the men you want hanging on your every action, following those rules you had me lay out for you. Isn't it?"

This moment, with Alex writhing in his lap and things so delicate between them, is an absurd time for debate--but he can't quite help himself. "Or is everyone so well behaved?"

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takecourage

"It is. Which is why the club has security. It's nasty for guys who don't follow the rules. The boss is a good guy." Her hands ghost up her body again, cupping her tits and then unhooking the top of her corset. "Would you have done anything I told you not to if it was you up on that stage this evening, Danny? Instead of our friend the frat boy?"

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more_magic

"The bouncer at the door certainly looked more than capable of holding his own." To hear it from her doesn't completely ease all his concerns, but it helps. Grudgingly, he concedes that if he'd listened to her sooner, so much of this might have been far different.

Alex starts unhooking her corset, and this time, Darlington makes no move to stop her. "I wouldn't have," he says, looking away from the motion of her hands and back up at her face, a spark of want already present within the blue of his eyes. "I'd have remembered what was and wasn't permitted."

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takecourage

"Most guys do," says Alex, her hips definitely grinding against his now, still in time with the music as she starts to unhook the corset, revealing more and more of the spill of her tits in her flimsy bra.

"What else do you want to know?" She still can't believe that he's looking at her like that.

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more_magic

There's more intent in the way she moves, grinding down against him, and Darlington can feel himself growing hard, a hitch in his breath now on both the inhale and exhale. The corset opens up, inch by slow inch, but every time he glances down his eyes always return to the lines of Alex's face before too long.

"What about private dances?" He tilts his head to the side, a regretful frown on his face for a moment. "I'm not, before you say anything, asking because of anything I insinuated out of anger. Things I know shouldn't have said. But I assume there's the option for your clientele to have...well, not this, maybe, but something akin to it. Behind closed doors, away from the security on the floor."

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takecourage

"It's not a door for a start," she says. "It's a curtain. And, honestly, when I said that..." She bites her lip. "I was trying to get a rise out of you. I don't really do those kind of dances. I feel safer out on the floor."

She unhooks her corset the rest of the way and discards it, leaving her in a bra thin enough that the bars piercing her nipples are obviously.

"Only one person I want to give private dances to, Danny."

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more_magic

"Anything that makes you feel safer, Alex," he says, and means every word. "I told Caleb I didn't care if you made two hundred or two million dollars in a night, if it meant you came to harm." He glances down, a softer and more sheepish smile on his face as he hears how dramatically sentimental it sounds. "Ought to have told you."

The corset hits the floor behind her, and Darlington looks up, swallowing hard at the flimsiness of the now-revealed bra and the way it only barely obscures anything beneath. His hands are resting flat to either side of him on the cushion, though there's the finest tremble in them now. "Is that so?" he says, raising his eyebrows at the way she sounds when she admits to it. "Lucky guy, whoever it is."

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takecourage

"Took him a while to figure it out but I think he gets it now," she says. She tousles her fingers in his dark hair again, arching her back a little to press her tits out as she tugs his head down like she had in the club so that his lips just brush against her skin.

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more_magic

His eyes close as Alex's hand pushes back into his hair, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. She moves him, grazes his lips against her skin like she'd had him do in the club; this time, the shaky breath he lets out is edged with the faintest groan.

"He does."

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takecourage

She keeps him there for a moment and then she lets him go, slipping out of his lap. Her hips find the rhythm of the dance again, her hands coming up to start unbuttoning her shorts.

"Tell me how you feel right now?"