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more_magicThat 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.
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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Date: 2020-02-10 10:48 pm (UTC)"There's plenty I haven't done," he says at last, "much as I'm sure that shocks you. I think for now...for now, I'm interested in that fantasy from earlier, in putting myself under your sway this time because I've chosen to." A shiver runs down his back, faint but difficult to ignore. "I'd like to know how powerful I can make you feel."
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Date: 2020-02-10 10:59 pm (UTC)"I'd like that too," she says, nodding, pressing a kiss to his mouth, as she rocks. "Tell me about the positions you want to fuck me in. And touch me while you do it. Please."
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Date: 2020-02-11 05:05 am (UTC)"I want you like this again," he says, his other hand going to where they're already pressed as close as they can get, starting to rub at her clit in time with the still-slow rock of her hips. "As often as possible. And to lie you back, on my bed or yours, to feel you come beneath me. To find places all over the apartment, yours and mine, both of them, to...christen, in a manner of speaking." He groans, his free hand moving to fondle her tits as she rides him, his fingers playing with her nipple. "The couch, of course. Pressing you against the wall of the shower. On the kitchen counter. Hell, up against the front door if you'd want it." They're more locations than positions, but it's a start.
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Date: 2020-02-11 02:20 pm (UTC)"I want you everywhere I can get you," says Alex, her voice a breathy moan at the way he's touching her, the way his cock feels inside her. "However you want to fuck me, that's how I want it."
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Date: 2020-02-11 04:02 pm (UTC)"That's what I want too," he says, his hips rolling to meet hers, the pace of their movements increasing. "Everywhere I can get you, every position I can put you in. On top, beneath me, on all fours..." The vulgarity of all of it tumbles out of him, and he can't bring himself to care. "I'll get a car and we'll fuck like teenagers in the backseat, go back to Kagura for a weekend and never leave the room. It'll be perfect."
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Date: 2020-02-11 04:11 pm (UTC)"It sounds perfect," she says, her hips snapping down, skin slapping on skin as she all but bounces on his cock, her arms still wrapped tight around his neck, her nipples brushing against his chest with every rise and fall of her body.
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Date: 2020-02-11 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-11 07:44 pm (UTC)It happens almost without her realising that it's starting - her orgasm breaks over her like a wave, and her back arches, her thighs tightening around him, her arms tight around him, and her breath sobbing out of her.
"Oh, Jesus Christ."
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Date: 2020-02-11 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-11 10:14 pm (UTC)She doesn't think anybody's ever said that before and meant it, but she believes him when she says it. She keeps moving in his lap, keeps rocking her hips. "I can...I think I can again," she says. "Don't stop."
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Date: 2020-02-11 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-11 11:55 pm (UTC)"I want to feel you come," she says, keeping up the almost feverish rock of her hips, pressing into the touch if his fingers against her clit. "Inside me. Danny, please."
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Date: 2020-02-12 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-12 12:00 pm (UTC)He comes and Alex cradles him close and shivers through another orgasm of her own, so intense that it leaves her feeling rung out. All that she can do is cling to him.
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Date: 2020-02-12 08:55 pm (UTC)