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[What disturbs him the most is that he's tempted to let her go naked. Andgo naked himself.

Damn this place because it doesn't look right to him either. Agreed. But he can't say that and he won't. Agreed Agreed Agreed...

Baring his teeth, he fights down another urge I don't want you going out, I'll buy what you need. - but instead he looks at her and reaches for his shirt.]

Alright.

what will you wear in the meantime? While we get you a few nice dresses.

I... I don’t know really.

[Alex just frowns down at her clothing until she finds a white shirt that’s longer than the rest and puts it on. It doesn’t escape her notice that she doesn’t button it all the way.

That she kind of really can’t button it all the way right now. Her shirts were brought when she had more of a flat chest and she frowns.

But when she looks at him, Alex gets an idea.]

I could wear your shirt. And it’s a double bonus because it smells like you too.

[Alex has always been good looking. Richard has liked her eyes, the way she smiles. His throat works when he glances down at her chest before he nods. It was tight on him-

(It's an infection. It's a damn infection)]

Let me button it on you.

[He wants to be close to her no matter what.]

Then we'll go and get you...some things. And me. I suppose.

[Alex just steps forward and gathers her hair to one side so that he can put it on her with a knowing smile. He's not the only person who wants to be close to the other, not by a long shot. It's a reflex for Alex to stand far closer to him than would be needed in order to simply put his shirt on her, which she knows is part of whatever is going on, but she does it anyway.

And she cares about him on a baser level than that. Even before all of this. One thing that whatever the hell is going on is good about is removing those obstacles, even the ones in her brain that normally carry the voice of Nicodemus Silver reminding her about her pesky little journalism ethics.]

Okay. Honestly I'm pretty sure your shirt and underwear actually covers more than the dress they put me in did.

It's better then everything being too tight on you.

[It's so weird to flex his bicep and watch it look like it did in his 20s. His hand unconsciously gropes her chest and he shudders.]

Or maybe you do know what that feels like.

When we're both not in this headspace we need to have a talk Alex.

[He cups her cheek.]

Nothing bad.

I know. We need to talk about is. The real us whenever the hell is going on isn’t going on. But honestly.

[Alex just sighs for a moment, and looks down, trying to find the words for her that are her own and entirely free of what this is. What the bond between them is. How annoyingly right the bond between them actually feels. Because it does and Alex can’t deny that.

But she also can’t deny the flirting and everything else of the last two years. How deeply down the rabbit hole she’d gone with him. How deeply she’d gone down the rabbit hole for him honestly.]

But we’re something even without it. Even if we don’t know what that looks like right now.

[He leans in to kiss her. One long slow kiss before he hugs her tightly. Pulling away, he takes her hand - staring at himself - shirtless wearing those armbands.]

We shop, then we go back to my apartment.

[He should give a reason.]

I want my kitchen.

Well, I mean it's definitely loads better than trying to do it in mine.

[The one failing of her nest apartment: the ability to actually do anything more than make coffee in it. Or heat something with any sort of actual microwave or whatever. So, she's just going to agree as she leans up and kisses him once more.]

Alright. Shopping. Hopefully now that...

[Nope, Alex isn't going to say mated. No way in hell.]

That we're taken the people will leave us alone about that.

[One benefit to whatever physical thing he'd been exposed to was that he's comforting. And she fits in the crook of his arm. Snuggling against her, he gestures for her to follow him out the door, growling at people looking in their direction.

He holds her even tighter when they're outside, eyes watching everyone else.]

I don't like this.

I don’t like it either.

[But Alex moves up onto her toes and kisses his jawline gently.]

Calm, my Hades. No one can take me away from you. No one ever will.

[Leading her down to the market takes far too long for his liking. At least the place is lit up and it's pretty. He bares his teeth at someone for getting too close before they find a booth with that same gorgeous body decor.

He begins to collect flowers and trinkets for her - without her permission.]

[Normally Alex would have frowned at the flowers and trinkets. She's not really someone who wears a lot of jewelry most ever, and only starting wearing makeup within the last few months as her dark circles and looking so tired had gotten to the point of strangers commenting on it. Even then, Alex kept it basic most times: nude eyes and lips to match so that the foundation and concealer didn't make her look washed out. Her only jewelry was her watch or earrings.

But right now, Alex doesn't mind this. This is what he's supposed to do as her alpha and mate.]

[All of this is too flowery and too...hippie for him. He likes maturity. He likes Alex's wild attitude and weird Seattle chic.

Now she's covered in flowers and pearls and she looks beautiful but rifling through these things and growling occasionally at the stall owner, he stops short.

There's a neat little necklace. Picking it up, he buys it and passes it to her.]

This is you.

You. For you.

Please stop growling at people.

[Alex just says the words softly, and she gives him a quick frown but doesn't protest the pearls and flowers that definitely feel too hippie for her too. She's definitely not this--this is way more Nic's department than her own. But it also feels right in some ways and that's frustrating as hell. She's too damned told to have her tastes being changed by whatever the hell this is.

And Alex Reagan had never been a hippie. Not even as a kid.

But the smile that she gives him is her normal Alex smile, one shared over coffees and tapes back home, the soft kind that means that she's really touched by something.]

You remembered I like dogs.

...sorry.

[But then he smiles a little shyly before nodding mutely. The stall stand owner incites a glare as he puts one arm in front of her.]

Take my money and don't look at either of us.

[Later he may apologize but for now the stall stand owner just smirks at him.]

[Alex shifts her weight on her feet and she just gives Richard another frown. When they walk away from the shop order, she pauses. The pause turns into a stop and she just moves onto her toes and kisses him demandingly, passionate. The kiss is a statement in and of itself: this one is mine.

And when she pulls away, she looks more herself than she has during all of this and gives him the look she gives him when he's about to get punched.]

Listen to me, Richard. My Richard. My Hades

[Through their bond there's a calming insistent feeling.]

I know that you can control yourself more than this. The man I love who believes in reason above all else can control this. When we get home, you don't have to control it. I don't want you too. But you can't keep growling at people. You can't keep letting this thing turn you into something that you're not. I'm yours, Richard. If nothing else, you can feel safe in that. No one is going to take me away from you. Ever. Just like no one is going to take me away from you. So please, use all of your stubborn ass skills to try.

[When she kisses him he could take her here and now and she looks so beautiful and she is a perfect match for him, for this pack they could build. Then she speaks.

I know that you can control yourself more than this. The man I love who believes in reason above all else...

Howard was more passionate. His son approached reason because his father had corrupted it. He was determined to be what Howard hadn't been, pursuing reason at the expense of others. He'd only fought against him like this.

Every time he tried to think of a reason for this he got a headache as he wraps his arms around her.]

Persephone.

[He moves to hold her close besides him.]

I know. I know this isn't me. This is more Howard if you ever wanted to get an idea of what my father was like.

[his voice is soft.]

Thank you for being here for me.

God I hope your parents weren't like this. They raised you to be so ...strong. And ...funny and smart.

I'll always be there for you, Richard. Always, okay? And you are not your father. You're you. And I'd really like it if you could be you. I know it's hard, I know the whole biology of it and things you can't help. But I'm your pack, Richard. I'm your family now. And I don't love Howard, I love Richard. The Richard who makes that surprised huffy laugh when I make a joke, and the Richard who rolls his eyes so hard you can hear it, and the Richard who is like scarily smart. That is who I love. That is who I want as my mate. I don't want someone who frightens people.

[Her voice is soft, and she just snuggles in closer to him, slotting together against his chest like it feels like she's always meant to.]

I don't want the Richard that frightened me like today. I want you.

And yeah, my parents weren't like this. At least my adopted ones weren't. I don't remember much about my biological mother.

But I do know that you're funny and strong and smart too despite Howard and what he tried to do and make you.

[Another one of those laughs is her reward. He can do this. Ride this mysterious thing out and stay beside her.

And what then? He has to think as he walks about how engaging she has been and how the two of them have been pulled together. How she has always kept him from sliding into the darkness.

Going back to the apartment, standing in the elevator he finally speaks.]

Alex...I love you.

[He has to be in control when he says this.]

It's...it's important I try to say that when I'm not under the influence of this thing. But you should know. I love you. I think I've been falling in love with you ever since you walked into that interview with your podcast.

It's your eyes and your laugh and your smile and your intelligence and I...

[And he could take her here and now in this hallway and he pulls back.]

...Be kind to me until I can say it without wanting to fuck your brains out like some kind of animal. Please my Persephone.

[He has no hesitation to stand in front of his apartment however, looking at her and looking lost.

[There are certain things that Alex Reagan has never in her life expected to hear, at least not from him. And one of those is definitely 'I love you.' Alex just beams up at him, practically glowing in relation to those words, and not because of her omeganess. To her, right now none of that has any hold on the two of them. There's no piece of it that it touches, not really.

He loves her.

He's been falling in love with her since she walked into his office.

She's in love with him too.

Those are the things that matter.

Without saying anything, Alex just reaches out and takes his keys from his hand and lets them both into what is for the next while, their apartment. Once they are inside, Alex kisses him. It's a gentle kiss, light and lingering. It's soft and yielding and holding all of the pieces that love him at once and then giving them to him.

Through the bond between them, Alex's love is light a beacon, bright and there to guide him in like a ship lost in the storm.]

I'll be kind, my Hades. I will. And I think a hell of a lot of that kindness is going to help pull you back to remind you to be you, my love. Because I am deeply in love with you and have been for a long time.

[He wants to take her the moment she kisses him, but confessing that - that has brought him back by several degrees. So he pulls her close and holds her but he is shy. Painfully ridiculously shy. He's always been shy.

He doesn't say anything. Instead he moves to lift her in his arms and hold her close. His bed is done in black and white but there's a very soft gray comforter on top that he'll wrap her in before he moves to lay down beside her. Just quiet. Still shy.]

[When he acts so shyly, Alex can’t help but think of what Wayne Coats had said of Richie, the boy that he’d know. There’s been moments, small ones and mostly the night that Coralee had left that had left Wayne’s words ringing in her head. When they had dinner, when they were more themselves, Alex had seen them too. It’s easy for her to see them now.

So, she just moves against him, pressing her hand to his cheek softly and gently, she cups it and then traces her thumb over the line of his bottom lip before she kisses him in the same way that she had done before.

Her other hand rests against his chest. Not what the pack shift had done to his body, but to the place just above his heart. Her fingers splay, and she rubs against it in slow circles, as if she was almost casting it within a circle of protection.

Then she spoke, soft against his lips.]

My Richard. My Hades. My love.

[I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. He doesn't deserve her whispering against him. Not after what he did. Not after Coralee. Not after Charlie. Not after his father tried to prepare him for a destiny he didn't understand.

Setting her down, he lets her touch him before wrapping her in his blanket and holding her close.]

I'm going to make sure you get so much sleep here.

[He inhales her scent.]

Do you feel...safe?

[Without any sort of preamble, Alex just moves even closer to him, looking up into his face. She can feel his self recrimination through the bond that they share, even if she can't feel what the actual words are. A frown spreads over her face, and a tiny bit of sadness seeps in from her end as well.

Alex Reagan doesn't hate people easily. It's a very small list. Coralee Strand has been on it for a year, and Howard Strand has been on it for months since she'd first spoken with Cheryl. She hates him all the more for the way that Richard has been so open about the abuse that he'd received. Even if it just feels like an open wound through the bond that they share.

Alex wants to help him close that wound, she wants to get rid of all of the infection that they'd left inside of him that makes him hate himself and feel like he's not worthy of her love.

So, she just kisses him again, holding onto him very tightly.]

I always feel safe when you're you, you know.

[Her voice is softer now, but it's more certain.]

When I was in the cabin, waiting for the counter on the unsound to run down, I would fall asleep when I could listening to the sound of your voice, you know. When you were in Chicago I did the same. I would call your phone even though I knew you sent it to voicemail as soon as you saw it was me because I wanted to hear your voice. Because it made me feel safe even with everything else around me, even when I couldn't sleep, it made me feel safer to have you in my ears.

That's why you kept calling me?

[She has fallen hard for him. He's genuinely stunned. The last time he...He's never felt like that about anyone.

There was listening to the podcast. There was Ruby putting the podcast in his phone (along with several others that he had ignored). There was the sheer frustration at Alex's constant disclosure of his personal life.

There was being worried when Nic called him telling him that Alex had stopped sleeping.

The fear that he had dragged her down somehow.

Like Persephone.

He had thought Coralee loved him like this. But Alex - he can tell through this strange bond - that she truly did care. Coralee...

Damn. Coralee.]

We'll be back to...ourselves soon. It feels more real with you here.

[He chuckles and runs a hand over her thigh.] I'll miss these curves.

[No he won't.] But you're prettier when you're more you.

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