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...Yes.

[He frowns at that. There's something about the woman that makes his whole body tense up.]

...I know her.

[a pause] It's not Coralee but I knowher. I don't know from where.

I know. I feel like I know her too. I wish I could get close enough to hear her voice, that would help so much. But they've been sitting together and talking closely for a long time. At least forty-five minutes. I wish Amalia was here. I mean Warren probably knows who she is, but she could definitely get closer to them than either of us could.

[Alex just makes a show of giggling softly and then tossing her head a little so that she can get a better look. She knows that woman. She's scared of that woman, and she can feel Richard tense below her.]

For a second I thought it was Dr. Bernier, but it's not. She's too young.

Think carefully. And don't giggle like that again.

[He swallows. Otherwise I'm going to need some help. That was an unsolicited response that makes him swallow hard. His features are gentle when he looks at her - but the woman....]

She gives me a headache. Looking at her. Is she...

[He leans into her.]

I swear I've seen her on a tape. I just don't know which one.

[For a moment, Alex just blinks at him, she can't help it. She thought the giggle was fine and a distraction and a good way of being able to look at the woman. But he brings her back to the tapes, and she just keeps tracing her fingers through his hair, pressing a little kiss to his temple so that she can look at the woman again.

Being deep in thought and also looking like you're in the middle of a seduction is hard, and she just swallows and lets out a slow, long breath.

Recalling the tapes was never the easiest thing for her.]

If she's with Warren, it's got to be something that's connected to the tapes with his influence in them. What ones do we know we can dismiss? It's not the Torres video, I have watched that one too many times for her to be someone in that and not have me recall it.

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The festival of the upside down face.

[That's where he's seen her. Standing in the background twisting in the wind - just a casual observer.

He draws her in for a kiss, fingers tugging through her hair.]

She was there observing it.

[Alex just kisses him back, matching his intensity and she rolls her hips without realizing thats what she’s doing. It’s just her natural response to her being kissed like that. She knows that’s going to be a problem. Of course it’s going to be a problem but that’s for later. Because if there’s one thing that is going to bring her out of being kissed it’s him mentioning that to her.

Beneath the thick line of her foundation, and she goes very still for a long moment before she speaks softly in his ear again. ]

She knows me. She stopped me and spoke to me. She acted like...

[ Alex doesn’t quite know how to explain it, not really but her frown speaks volumes. It’s hard and confused and worried for a long moment.]

I think I’ve seen her somewhere else. Or thought I did when I wasn’t sleeping. Outside the police station. When I found Maddie’s body. She was just looking at me. Like she knew what was there beyond just Maddie.

[ The fact that there was too much blood that wasn’t Maddie’s. That there were all too familiar symbols below the blood. ]

Even before the police found it.

So we're being watched.

[He moves to slide her leg over his so she straddles his lap and they can talk face to face. She may notice his stimulation, his cock at half mast.]

Delightful. We should...do something.

So people don't look at us Askance. What would you feel comfortable with.

Simon says we have been for a long time. I thought he just meant...

[Him, actually. For all of her role within this story and how it had advanced beyond simply telling the story of Richard Strand and his black tapes, Alex hadn't really considered that she would be important enough on her own to be watched. Watched while with him? Of course, but she had seen that woman when she wasn't with him and it was so early on that... But Richard hadn't been there when she'd seen the woman. It was right before she'd gone to meet with him and Sheriff Osagna.

And he definitely wasn't with her when she'd found Maddie Franks. The two of them weren't even speaking then, because Alex had recorded his conversation with Amalia. All of this opens up new possibilities that maybe--at least some of the time--the things that Alex had thought she was just being paranoid about were more than that. Maybe she really was being watched.

Letting out a low breath, Alex just looks at him again, because honestly it's nice to know that she isn't the only one who is being affected by the two of them like this. The smile she gives him is a little weak as she pushes back those darker thoughts to come up again later when she's trying to sleep, and she just says softly:]

I'm more concerned with what you're comfortable with, honestly. I'm pretty comfortable with most things here, otherwise I wouldn't have come.

[And he had only come here, had only even known about it because he was worried about her.]

[HE moves to grab the back of her neck - a gentle hold like a kitten that slowly firms.]

...How's your control?

[For a moment, it’s all Alex can do to just give him a look because honestly it’s like he’s completely forgotten that she is who she is just because she’s wearing this. And sitting in his lap. Straddling his lap. In the middle of a bdsm club and Thomas Warren and this mystery woman are probably watching them.

This is all fine.

Alex just snorts for a minute before she looks him dead in the eye with a challenge.]

You have met me right?

[Alex Reagan has no control. Or chill. In basically any context. This is no different. ]

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You'll have to give me some kind of clue then.

[His voice sounds a little urgent.] what do you like to do? And I'll walk you through that.

[And his voice is hard, cold and commanding.]

Tell me.

[Alex just goes flaming again. She can't help it, and Alex wouldn't have been able to help it even before the way that his tone goes through her. She just licks her lip for a moment before she bites it, considering what to say. How to say it. How to tell him what she wants. What she's imagined before. Granted, she'd never imagined this particular scenario, because who could have honestly? It's like something out of one of the fanfics that Terry found on the internet, and Alex just lets a little prayer that this never ever gets found out by anyone.

God, she just hopes that it's not something that's going to make Richard hate her and run for the hills as soon as the two of them can safely leave here.

Clearing her throat for a second, Alex has a hard time getting words out: something that both of them know is out of the ordinary for her.]

I want... [Alex clears her throat and she lowers her lashes for a moment. Her cheeks feel so hot that she needs to reframe it.] I like marks. I like giving up control. I like light bondage and spanking and begging and restraints and being in public and...[God it's like once she's started saying it she just can't fucking stop.] Biting and rough sex and being recorded and I like it when you're possessive and jealous.

[Which was entirely too personal to say, because this was supposed to be general things that Alex likes and not specific things that she likes that Richard does and definitely not saying things that she's thought about before in relation to having sex with him.]

[When he's possessive and controlling? He looks genuinely amused at that before leaning in to kiss her surprisingly softly.]

My god you are cute.

[He Something twitches in his features and he looks positively roguish. He leans into her, his kiss harder.]

I'm not jealous however. I don't get jealous. Get off me so I can punish you for saying that.

[It might be hard to tell if he's actually serious or not.]

[Alex just gives him a look because she doesn't know who he's kidding when he says that he's not jealous because it certainly it's her. It's definitely something that's been apparent to her before and Alex just wants to say something that sounds very close to 'Tannis Braun, Thomas Warren when he was Sexy James Bond and Amalia' but she doesn't. Instead she just bites her lip after he kisses her like that and she feels breathless and her heart is hammering inside of her chest, dragging the blood through her veins so fast she's fairly certain that they can be seen where the collar she's wearing intersects her pale throat.

But she slides off of him and onto her knees on the floor in front of him, her ass brushing against those absurdly high heels.]

[Sometimes Coralee would encourage him.

She'd encourage him to get angry, to get rough. Use that fire inside you Richard. That warm building fire as she spreads beneath him like a flower. He can do that right?

As she slides off of him he leans down because he remembers this.]

Pick your safeword.

[And he withdraws, standing to his full height, hands flexing.]

[Alex doesn't look away from him when he rises to his feet, and her eyes stay locked on his even as her lips twist upward into a very soft but amused smile.]

Apophenia.

[Of course that was going to be what she chose, there was no way that it wasn't going to be.]

[Ha!

This is a look she's never seen on his face. He looks young - younger than his years, less careworn. His hand raises and he hits her. across her rear end. Hard.

Then something dark crosses his features and he looks - like he did before she met him. Before she opened his heart.]

Get on the table.

You saying I'm jealous deserves punishment. You useless little bitch. I want you on the table. Don't look at them look at me.

[She might see though that there are people looking at them, a few people whistling in approval.]

Bend over. I'm not jealous. You're mine do you understand me?

[Alex just yelps a little out of surprise at the slap, she can’t help it. But she definitely doesn’t say her safe word. No, she doesn’t need to especially not with the look on his face. Instead Alex just blushes again at the whistles and cat calls behind her as she gets onto the table and faces him.

Later, when they discuss this (if they discuss it probably more like but Alex isn’t going to think about that she’d argue about him not being jealous. Now, however she doesn’t; she’s a good sub.

Instead she just says softly and Alex means it, even beyond the confines of this game, even if she can’t express it to him otherwise:]

I’m yours, Richard.

[Stroking her hair, his fingers are gentle. His nails scratch gently against the nape of her neck before he pinches there. Hard.

Coralee had taught him all of these things. Why was Alex so convinced he couldn't do it? His hands slow on her neck and slide along her back before slapping her ass again. Hard. Then his hands pull her hair up before he presses her to the table.]

Beg me to let you up.

Beg me to let you up and then we're going to have drinks. Tell me you're sorry for saying I'm jealous.

[His own cock is hardening in his pants and a waitress appears with two drinks and a whip.

Oh. Well.]

You're not going to be able to sit down for a week.

[Alex just groans softly, because this isn't just acting. This feels entirely too real for her. And she'd been convinced that he couldn't do it because if Alex allowed herself to think about it for too long then she'd probably have lost her mind with it. From her vantage point in front of him, Alex can see that he's not play acting about this any more than she is.

And of course she wasn't going to do it, because them going for drinks would have meant ending it, and Alex really doesn't want it to end. She's going to need to unpack that tomorrow, or when the marks from this fade, but for now she just lets out a little whimper that is most definitely a plea for him not to stop.]

Richard...

Shut up.

["Richard hit me."

"I don't want to-"

"Yes you do." Coralee dropped to her knees, "I know you do. I know you do I can tell and it's all right because I want it. I want you to take your power. I want you to. And I know you want to too...]

The drinks are set down and he takes the whip without asking running it across the back of her legs - slow. Gentle.]

Say you're sorry. Say I'm not jealous and that you're sorry. And Then...

[He bares his teeth and leans into her ear.]

Warren and the Woman are still talking.

[Thank god somebody was screaming in ectasy, it makes it easier for them to blend in as he runs the whip over the back of her legs again.]

Apologize.

[Alex just shivers, leaning into the way that he's running the leather of the whip over her legs and stockings, and she lets out a shuddering breath that she can't help. But probably for the first time in their tenure together, she actually does in fact, shut up. Call it a miracle. Call it this place. Call it whatever you want to, but Alex definitely isn't being very Alex Reagan like she normally would be right now.

Well, at least until Richard reminds her the reason behind this.

Alex can't see the couple from how she is, but she believes him and gives the tiniest flick of her eyes in that direction so that he knows that she heard him and that she understood.

Right. So, yes not them actually doing this. This is them being undercover, and Alex just apologies softly.]

I'm sorry, you're not jealous. I'm sorry.

[And then she adds, which honestly when has Alex ever admitted this:]

I was wrong.

[I can't believe I hurt you Richard.

Coralee's face is white and lidded with desire before him. Touches, words, appealing to every darker instinct he has...

Punish me for it."

He draws the whip back and runs it across her ass and legs, teeth bared.]

Good.

[The smack against flesh makes him cringe - but his cock rises and he swallows hard.]

...Now tell me that you'll be my good girl.

[The woman - and to his shock she's moving over to straddle Warren. Well shit.

His act drops as he blinks at the two of them, staring owlishly.]

[Alex just yelps again, flinching at the smack and she follows it with a low whimper. She has no idea about the picture that Warren and the woman are making, because her view of them is blocked by the man in front of her and his hardening cock directly in front of her. The words that Richard demanded come easily to Alex, spoken ardently and loud in comparison to the soft tones that they had spoken in before even if they're not exactly loud in the din of people around them.]

I'll be your good girl, Richard. I'll be your good girl.

[He's a little thrown by Warren. Whoever this woman was...it looks like he loves her. He knows what love looks like.

It throws him enough he strokes a gentle hand down her back and mumble to himself.]

...Alex if I...If I let you sit up can you sit okay? Do I need...Do I need to help you?