[Alex has never blinked away from his gaze, and she doesn't start now. The world would really be ending if she did blink from his gaze. Maybe they even would really be dead. She knows that this is different what it otherwise might have been, what it otherwise would be but Alex isn't bothered by it enough to care. Despite knowing how Strand normally looks below his shirts (in some ways, he did after all spend a good chunk of the last few months in unbuttoned flannel over t-shirts so it's not as if she doesn't have a basis for comparison) she most assuredly doesn't mind that he's stronger. Stronger and harder than he otherwise had been.
It makes him a better mate. Just like how her softness makes him a better mate for him too. They balance one another out now rather than being a madness that can combine in a volatile way.
When he takes off his shirt, Alex just grabs her glasses and drops them against her nightstand. That growl almost seems to slither along her veins and she just lets out a low and needful whine in response. Her breathing comes in a more harsh sound as he runs his beard against her skin. His name is just a long, pleading sigh:]
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It makes him a better mate. Just like how her softness makes him a better mate for him too. They balance one another out now rather than being a madness that can combine in a volatile way.
When he takes off his shirt, Alex just grabs her glasses and drops them against her nightstand. That growl almost seems to slither along her veins and she just lets out a low and needful whine in response. Her breathing comes in a more harsh sound as he runs his beard against her skin. His name is just a long, pleading sigh:]
Richard.