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[It's honestly probably a very good thing that Alex had her phone in her hand otherwise there's no way in hell that she would have been able to hear it ring. When it does she just stares at it before she shouts over the din of the loud tech music:]

Hold on.

[There's the sound of her moving through the club, and finally out the door of it where the background noise fades to something more like crowd noise. Alex moves past that before she speaks, and she sounds a little drunk but not shitfaced.]

How the hell do you even know where Excessus is? And yes, Amalia is fine. Trust me, she's a very good Domme who is much in demand. I am fine. And Warren didn't even know I was there!

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"No, but I like the idea of wearing shorter dresses." He grins wickedly. He's smiling more and more now, the sting of every betrayal he's suffered slowly fading away, "For either one of us."

She's seeing the real him but there it is, that feeling of being watched, "...I'll look around tonight. See what I can find."

The cottage has two rooms, along with a living room slash dining room and an adorable kitchen that makes him smile. The back door opens to a green world that makes him feel grounded. There's even a bookcase full of books.

That gives him pause, but also interest. Staring at the door for a moment he - in a moment of goofy interest - smiles at her.

"Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?"

That makes Alex laugh, she can't help it, and her eyes just sparkle at him. Dresses aren't really her thing normally, but she wasn't the one who'd gone shopping to replace the wardrobe back in Seattle, and she knows who ever was in charge of that had made sure that there were more than a few in the luggage that they'd brought along with them. So, it's a wish that Alex actually can manage to fulfill for him. The heels however, will be left behind.

What's the point of so much green if you can't walk with it underfoot? (Or so at least Alex thinks, the first time she steps on a rock, her normal flats are coming back out.)

"Do you want to carry me over the threshold, Richard?" It's a teasing and goofy question, her eyes sparkling when they meet his own. It's such a little thing, being able to tease him and she loves doing it in her own way. The gentle and kind way, of course.

One of the things that Tiamat has left him with - intentionally or otherwise - he is left with a little supernatural strength.

Not that he wouldn't have it anyway but the thing he has not sat down to discuss just how much they had changed...physically and mentally in the aftermath of Tiamat.

He can't bring himself to. They need to rest. To heal.

So by way of response he sweeps her off her feet, holding her close.

"It's our new life together. I would like to."

Alex has definitely agreed with not talking about things until they're ready to (even if what Anu said about Alex having powers may be driving her a little bit insane. Alex isn't used to not asking about things that she wants to know) talk about what happened and how'd they changed. It's not a conversation to have while they're both (especially Richard) in mourning for the people and what they lost. It's a loss that Alex knows that she'll never be able to fully understand, and she respects that.

Maybe it's something that's changed within her. It's not that she wouldn't have respected it before, but it's different now. There's not jealousy or resentment like there had been for a long time with Coralee. Instead, it's just a quiet acceptance.

So, Alex just giggles when he sweeps her off of her feet, and she wraps her arms around her shoulders as she kisses him soundly. One good thing about their new found ability to communicate: it means that she can still do it even when her mouth is busy doing other things. Like kissing him.

I love you so much, you know.

Setting her down on her feet, he kisses her, keeping her in his arms as they stagger toward what he hopes is a bedroom, their bedroom. His long kisses are exactly what he wants.

It's a new kind of talking. A new kind of podcasting just for the two of us. He smiles against her lips before tangling his hands in her hair moving toward some sort of sleeping space.

I like having you in my head better than Tiamat.

You're going to get incredibly sick of me eventually. There's a new trick that Alex has learned recently, and it's giving her normal laugh inside of her head to him. Oh, her grin is still wide and bright, but it also means that she can just kiss him back when they end up in the bedroom. It's not overly large of course, considering the size of the house, but at least there is a queen bed in it, even if it occupies the majority of the room. Which of course has the added bonus that it means that they don't need to be very far into the room before the back of Alex's legs hit it.

There's an old quilt on the bed, patchwork and bright, and there's sunlight in the room, giving it a sort of golden glow from the late afternoon sun. Alex doesn't see much of the bedroom beyond that, because she just pulls him down onto the bed with her, kissing him long and slow, one hand on the back of his neck, and one hand on his cheek.

There is a fleeting shyness as he undoes his shirt buttons with one hand. The scars of removed scales spiderweb across his chest and abdomen like burn marks.

That's just it though, he knows she loves him. That makes him unafraid to slide his shirt off his body and grind against her hip and figure, his features dark with lust.

When I get sick of you we argue. And I love arguing with you. His hands slide to her waist to pull things off and he offers her a roguish smile, Now I just get to listen to you talk all the time.

We are really good at arguing. Alex just laughs aloud then, because it's true. They always have been. Privately she'd always thought that the first time that the two of them would have kissed it would have been in the middle of one of their more heated arguments. But it hadn't happened that way.

You say that like I've not been listening to your voice way more than I should have been my love. You don't know how many times I've fallen asleep with your voice in my ears, Dr. Strand.

Leaning up on her elbows, Alex just presses her lips to his chest, dotting kisses all along it, both the scarred parts and the parts that aren't. To her, they're both equally beautiful. Her own grin is quite wicked when she just pulls back and adds: "among other times."

"My voice?"

One knee pushes apart her legs and he looks down at her, "What do you want me to say Ms. Reagan? If you like to listen to me talk. What do you, want me to say?"

He kisses her hard, pulling at his pants to take out his cock. When he meets her gaze his eyes are full of caring.

I like listening to you too.

"Yeah your voice. You have an exceptionally sexy voice my love." Alex just keeps that wicked grin on her face when she beams up at him, the love and affection shining easily from it. Being expressive has always been a problem for Alex, it means that when she's hurt or when she's angry or upset it's difficult for her to hide it in her face. But it's even more difficult to hide it from her voice. She knows in the past it has been one of the reasons that people in the audience have connected to her, and her love and desire are written in every note of it.

"I mean, if you want to start by telling me how much you want to fuck me, I certainly wouldn't be opposed you know." Because I definitely want you to fuck me. Alex adds, kissing him once more and sliding the inside of her thigh over the outside of his.

"Alex Reagan." He slides a hand down between her legs as he keeps kissing her, grateful he can bend and flex still, that he has all his limbs as ashamed as the thought makes him, "My beautiful Alex Reagan. You are, beautiful, stunning, smart, intelligent and lovely and warm." he kisses her long and hard before pulling back, "And I want to fuck you into next week. I want to fuck you when we wake up, and when we go to sleep. I want to make love to you in every inch..."

He groans, his own cock starting to stiffen more, "On every surface in this cottage, our cottage, our home because you are so smart, and so beautiful, and you are so fucking eager.

Are you eager for me Alex? I've dreamed about this."

"I have always been eager for you, Richard." Her voice is low and husky and breathless as she kisses him back, her hands gliding along his neck to his spine. "You don't know how many times I pictured this back home." Alex is a storyteller, and she's someone who can weave words with her voice and she knows it. "I dreamed about you kissing me in your office in Chicago, you know." The words are sweet and against his lips. "I imagine you making love to me on the desk in my office." Each sentence ends with a long slow kiss as she continues on. "I pictured going down on you in the soundbooth, trying to break that famous Richard Strand control and not have you make a sound. I pictured us in your father's house in Seattle. God. You don't know how many times when we were watching those tapes I gave serious thought to just sliding into your lap and kissing you."

Alex laughs then, and it's a soft but rich sound. "And at the kitchen table. And on your desk. And hell, sometimes even on Nic's desk when he was being particularly annoying."

So yes my love, Alex just adds when she doesn't want to break away from kissing him in order to speak again. I definitely think that we're going to make love on every surface of our home because I love you with everything that I am. I'm almost a little sorry that we didn't have sex on the plane, just so that we could say that we did.

"We were tired."

He laughs aloud and - satisfied she's wet enough - slides inside her without thought, without question.

I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you. He kisses her collarbone, leaving his teeth to close there gently, the gentlest nip, Here, there, anywhere in the world.

He starts to thrust, continuing to kiss her neck.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

"Oh Richard," Alex just moans his name softly, rising to meet him as she wraps her legs around him, holding him tightly because she doesn't want to let him go, she never has and she never will. The only time she had was because he'd begged her to do it, and even then it was always with the intention to come back.

She loves Richard Strand, and Alex has for longer than she even knows how to qualify.

"That is the best thing that your voice can ever say," the words are a breathless sigh, because Alex means them with every part of her. For all the talk about listening to his voice when he got herself off, for all of his telling her all of the places that he wanted to make love to her, his saying that he loves her is better than all of that, and it makes something warm and happy just bubble up inside of her. And not for the first time, Alex knows that the two of them are going to be okay.

"I love you Richard Strand." It's the easiest thing in the world for her to admit, but also the thing that is most precious to her.

"I love you too."

His thrusting becomes more insistent, his features focused as he keeps his mouth on hers.

"...We can build a home here." He braces himself with a knee to get a better angle, lifting her against him, "...Together...you...and I...together..." His voice turns into a breathless whine, "God I love you."

Alex just moans loudly against his lips, and her hands move down his back and up it, sliding through his hair gently, over his face and then making the journey in reverse before she just breathes the response: "yes. Together, my love. Together." This place isn't where she'd ever pictured that she'd end up, and certainly not with Richard like this. Even in her best days, she'd never wanted to dream that it would be something that he'd want: some place with just her and him and rolling hills.

It was too much of a dream, and now it's just imperfect enough to be like reality.

"Oh god," Alex groans loudly, and she arches back up against him, her mouth against his as she arches into her climax.

He grunts, growling as he tangles his hands in her hair and holds her against him. I find the stars in you

He purrs the words as he feels himself swell within her, Kissing you is like kissing the heavens.

When he's poured his seed into her she smiles and tugs her fingers through his hair.

I love you, Richard Strand.

Alex says it again, because she's pretty sure that she's not going to be able to stop saying it, ever and she knows that she doesn't want to. That she never will not want too. It's a miracle that she gets to say it, and Alex knows that too. And everything that it cost her was entirely worth it.

You are the only stars and universe I need.

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