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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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"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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