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Alex just hugs Tiamat back, with a smile, because while this is weird, it doesn't feel wrong. She'd always thought that it would have felt wrong to kill someone, especially if you're not defending your life or someone else's. But there's no such sensation in her now. Instead, it just feels right to have done it, and to have done it with her bare hands. She doesn't even mind the blood on them other than not wanting to taint Tiamat's holy skin with it.

So, while she hugs her back, the hug is careful out of reverence for this, and Alex just softly adds: I am too.

It's funny, Alex Reagan has always been a bit of a people pleaser (well, at least to a point anyway. There were times when she most assuredly threw that line away, especially when it came to Richard and this story) but pleasing Tiamat like this felt good. It felt right in a way that few things ever have, and it makes Alex feel as if she's glowing with the approval, with the being theirs.

He deserved it. Anyone who wants to hurt us does.

Us.

Tiamat brings her lips to Alex Reagan's and she looks to Richard with a smile.

"Come. Richard."

She stares at him.

"Take your place. Judge the traitors and use your power. Know I will be with you."

Tiamat takes Alex's hand and Richard bows, smiling at the two of them before her eyes lid and darken at Alex's smile, her eagerness. She leader her out of the room, down and away to a second space where she opens and closes the door.

The room is softly lit and blue and green.

Tiamat smiles.

"this was to be your room and now I want...to spend time with you in it."

Alex just gives Richard a smile, and a little nod as she's lead away, because she doesn't want him to worry about her. It's a reflex from the time before, something that Alex hasn't quite unlearned yet. But it's a look she'd given him hundreds of times during their time together, and it's just as much of a part of the two of them as everything else is.

Is there a part of her that almost wants to stay and watch him judge the people who had hurt them? Yes, of course there is. But Alex has other things that she wants more, and Tiamat is most assuredly one of them.

She's not surprised that the room is blue and green after the color of her scales. It makes sense: Richard is fire. He's always been fire even when he wasn't this. A wall of it, an immovable object. Alex has always been water: quieter, calmer, more patient but she can erode the world, carving through it. She's an unstoppable object even if it takes a while for her to be able to do that. She's like the sea in some ways, inevitable with changing tides but still present.

Of course her room reminds her of the sea.

Alex just looks to Tiamat with a smile, and she steps closer to the Goddess and brushes her fingers over one dark cheek. She's tall, nearly as tall as Strand himself is, but Alex is used to that now. "You did, my love?" It's soft and warm and inviting, the voice that Alex has so rarely been able to use for Richard with the walls between them, but wished that she had done more of.

The chaos Goddess looks sad at that, unbearably beautiful and gray and sad as she strokes her cheek, "I was not always this. This chaos creature."

Her hand trails down over her collar bone and breast, slowly, ever so slowly, before taking Alex's scaled hand and kissing the palm.

"Once I was just living - the opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation. I was the essence of it until Marduk. I loved him."

Her tears warm her cheeks and drip onto Alex's palm.

"And he...betrayed me." Her hand goes boiling hot but she doesn't let go of Alex's hand, "Do not betray me Alex reagan. When Richard marries you and takes you for consort do not betray him or he will flay you alive and scatter you to the winds and I don't want that..."

She is weeping, tears carving rivers in her cheeks, "you must think I'm a monster."

For a moment Alex doesn’t know what to say to that—it’s a part of the story that she didn’t know or didn’t hear but also that somehow she can feel in her chest. It creates an ache that Alex can feel all the way down to the marrow of her bones and her hand just moves over Tiamat’s cheeks, brushing the briny salt of her tears away.

“I don’t think you’re a monster, my love.” Alex’s voice is real and it’s true and she says it rather than using her mind because she’s a journalist and for someone who always speaks her words, it being aloud makes a magic in them.

Moving up onto her toes, Alex just gently presses light kisses to the goddess’s cheeks, to her forehead, to her lips. It’s a reflex for Alex to want to kiss away her pain. It’s something that Alex has wanted to do for Richard for a long time but she wasn’t allowed to do before. Now, she can do it for the both of them.

“I am not him, Tiamat. I’m not going to hurt you. Or him. Or either of you. I promised I would stay because I love you both and I keep my promises, Tiamat. I’m not going anywhere. All I want is to be yours.”

Edited 2020-06-01 23:42 (UTC)

There is gentleness when Tiamat kisses her back.

In the throne room, or a room that has become a throne room that was once a hotel room - Richard Strand gives a little sigh and the two of them kiss her back as Tiamat runs her fingers through the other woman's hair.

Tonight you shall be one with the sea and the sky.

And the Goddess was naked, moving toward the bed with glowing coals for eyes that dissolve into stars. Breasts rising and falling, skin flawless and dark and smooth.

Alex just keeps her back softly, gently, tenderly. They are lovers kisses, with Alex's heart placed into them like an offering to her. It's simple thing really: a shy little gesture that Alex is wanting to give him because she doesn't want Tiamat to think that it's only Richard that she's here for. Maybe it was at the beginning, but Alex knows now that it's more than that. That she's more than that.

It's funny, when Richard had told her that she was at the center of this Alex had never imagined that it would be this directly or in this way.

But back on the bed, she kisses Tiamat again gently but deeply, her hand trailing along the goddess' neck and then down to between her breasts. Letting her fingers linger there against the beating of Tiamat's heart, Alex just follows the pathway that she'd made with her touch with a string of light, delicate kisses.

I only want to to be with Tiamat and Richard. You are more important than the sea and sky.

The stars weep.

Richard, distantly in the bedroom dispensing justice, draws his claws across one man's throat with a snarl. Some dying part of him hates this. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. Another part feels so good when blood runs through his fingers, across his chin, into his mouth as he licks as his fingers.

Tiamat, for her part, arches her back and rolls Alex so she's atop the Goddess, looking up at her with love and affection. A finger finds her nipple and gently pulls, fingers gently stroking her skin.

And you will love us?

“Yes. I will love you. I do love you.”

It’s easy for Alex to say the words, they’re light and they’re breathless as she arches a bit. And the expression in Alex’s face matches the love in Tiamat’s. It’s an expression that has been on her face countless times when Alex has hoped that Richard isn’t going to notice it (and she bets that he’s willfully ignored it if he’s seen it) but it’s been there.

Her heart has belonged to him for a long time. But it belongs to the Goddess as well, since even before it had been in the chest of one plucky reporter from Canada.

I will love you until the stars have burnt out. I will love you til the seas dry. I will love you when there is no more me and all that’s left is the love that I have for you.

Tiamat's kiss comes with-

Pain. The pain of being torn apart. Marduk's cruel look as he pulled wing from back and peeled skin from body. The distance of her spirit.

Pleasure. The girl is naked and bound to an altar. She screams, she cries, she begs. Tiamat has - after millennia - built herself a new body. Her form and figure twist and writh as she slithers up the young woman who screams. She enters her body through her mouth, coiling in her stomach as the body arches and screams and she is...

merged.

Truth. A knight in England. A millennia ago it almost is. She holds up a hand as a young templar with familiar blue eyes bares his hands. He has slit his wrists, blood dripping onto a stone altar. My bloodline is yours

All of this is pressed to Alex as Tiamat rolls her again so she can stay atop her, hips grinding against her mound as she bends down to kiss her, body warm and scaled. The other room is filled with blood, the good and bad, her servants torn apart by Richard, more animal than man.

"My Alex." Tiamat's voice echoes and sounds like Richard's, "My Persephone."

Alex Reagan is someone who has always sought the truth. Richard told her once that he sought the truth and that they wanted the same thing. She's someone who looks for the truth in the nightmare under bed, who'd peered into the shadows that weren't shadows at all, and who had glibly poked Thomas Warren like a bear when she met with him to ask what he wanted with the Horn.

She was also the one who had murdered him less than an hour ago. Because of a truth.

The images crash into her, Tiamat's truths bringing pain and pleasure and the origin store for what Richard had been bred to become. Later there will be questions on if something similar happened somewhere down her line, or if it was simply just Alex being herself that had done all of this, caused it all to happen. It's not a question of guilt, because Alex Reagan doesn't feel guilt for any of this.

She understood, even before this, how betrayal could make you want to destroy the world in blood and fire and bone. She understands even more now, and the mixing of the two titles makes Alex lift her hips to Tiamat, opening her legs for her as she just kisses the Goddess in return.

I will love you for always. I think I always have.

Tiamat whispers words of endearment in ancient babylonian. Sliding her fingers between Alex's lips she begins to move them back and forth, back and forth, kissing Alex, long deep probing kisses.

Something is wearing at Richard Strand but Tiamat, whispering in Alex's ear, purrs.

I can't wait until you are queen. I want to drape you in jewels. Richard wants you to be happy. He adores you.

Alex's breathing comes harsher and faster with the movements of the Goddess' hands, and her hips rush to meet the strokes that she's making with them like an errant cat who is demanding pets. It's almost a reflex maybe, to kiss the goddess back in return, just as deeply, just as long. Alex's hands slide over the goddess' skin, brushing against her side, her fingertips following the line of her ribs down to her stomach. Tracing the line that the snake that was Tiamat's essence had taken within the woman.

It's a gentle brush before her palm just lingers there, holding her and rubbing her fingers against it in long and slow circles, wanting her to feel it there, wanting to make her gasp in the same way that Alex is.

I love him. I've loved him for three years. Being with him makes me happy. Just like being with you does as well. But you have already draped me in jewels, Tiamat.

Her hand moves along the scales of her other hand, and it's those warm scales that she rests against Tiamat's core.

There's a twitch and Tiamat's eyes shrink and turn human, more human than they had been.

When she kisses her her kiss is pleasant and warm and sweet before she begins moving down Alex's body. Inch, by half inch, by inch.

"Then let." a kiss, "me drape." another kiss, "You, in stars."

When she spreads Alex's legs for better access she is warm and pleasant and noses against the woman's mound.

"I always see stars when you kiss me." Her voice is soft, and there's a breathless sort of laughter in it, the pleased and excited kind that bubbles up from her stomach and brings a light to her eyes. Even with the dragon eyes that Tiamat had given her, they still light up in that same and normal Alex Reagan way, before she just moans and arches her back. Her hand tangles up into Tiamat's hair but it's lightly, and with a lover's caress rather than any sort of guiding or anything like that. It's touch, and a way of reminding her that they're here.

That they're here together.

In the other room Richard Strand has killed everyone. Sticky with blood, fire burning within him, he wants to be clean and with them, with his other halves, but she-

Tiamat. There is a space in his mind for Alex and a space in his mind for her, Will she and I be together? Can I be there now?

You are here now.

...But I want to be there.

So come.

Tiamat teases Alex's clit with her tongue, still warm as she kisses her there moving between her thighs. There is the sound of a door opening and someone padding across the floor before vanishing into the bathroom.

Tiamat continues her work, tasting secret sweetness, alternating licks with gentle kisses before the bathroom reopens and Richard emerges, steaming and naked, scales patterned over his body.

Tiamat keeps working and Richard's cock stiffens watching them before moving to the bed to kiss Alex- as Tiamat works.

On the bed, under Tiamat's kisses and licks, Alex just whimpers, she whimpers and she writhes and she bites her lip as she arches her back and her neck against the pillow. Her golden eyes are heavy-linden and a thin layer of sweat as built up over her body, making her scales flash like storms as she wiggles. She didn't notice when Richard came in to shower, but she does when Richard comes to her and kisses her.

She kisses him back enthusiastically but breathlessly, as her hand slides down to move slowly over his hardening cock. Whispering against his lips she just breathes, "come here, my love. Let me take care of you."

There is only a rumble from him. Tiamat withdraws slowly, ever so slowly. She doesn't pad away but she does stand, her eyes glowing blue. When Richard opens his they're blue too- sky blue - flaming with stars as he raises a clawed hand to stroke his cheek. Are you all right? I love you I love you is this okay with you?

He knows it's okay and some part of his humanity has died because his look is rougish, "...because it is very okay with me."

Alex just blinks back and forth between them for a moment, very clearly confused as to what’s happening, and she holds her hands out to both of them one to each before she says softly. “No one needs to be left out, my loves, come here. Both of you.”

We are both here.

Four pairs of glowing blue eyes but it's Richard who pulls Tiamat to him, Tell us what you want Alex...Alex...

He moves to press himself against her and hold out a hand to Alex, "...How do you feel?"

Alex takes the hand that he offers, and then she moves to kiss both of them in turn. Her eyes don’t glow with anything like what theirs do, but they glow with amusement and desire and pure glee enough for her.

“I feel amazing.” It’s easy for Alex to admit with a grin. “I feel better than I have in a very long time.” There’s no lack of sleep wearing on her bones, there’s no sense of dread dragging her down and there’s none of the fear that has been dogging her steps for such a long time. She feels great, and she kisses them both again before she adds, “and very very aroused.

"Why Ms. Reagan." Richard moves to take her from behind. Tiamat spreads herself beneath her, the two of them keeping Alex between them - two beings who are one with the one creature on earth they-

It is love.

Richard kisses her neck, hands massaging her shoulders, Marry me. he kisses down her collarbone as Tiamat moves to tug at her breasts, Please. Let me traditional like this.

Alex just moans as she moves to kiss Tiamat again, then she starts to dots little kisses and gentle bites down along the Goddess' neck and to her collarbone. She presses another one at the hollow of her neck before Alex kisses over Tiamat's heart.

Yes.

Alex means it, she will marry them, because she loves them both as they love her. It's simple, and it's easy and something that she never needs to second guess because it's with the entirety of her heart.

Tiamat could lose this body. This might be the best she has ever been treated, been loved. Alex is so tender and...

In the secret place that is just for them, Tiamat is lounging against Richard, they are there and with Alex, they are everywhere.

"I know you are scared. But with her? I can see how you love her."

Richard's features stiffen.

"...I can't lose her now Tiamat. I just can't."

"...Than we won't." Tiamat moves to kiss against Alex's cheek,, kissing at her ear and smiling.

"We will never lose you alex. My beautiful dragon wife."

"Of course you're not going to lose me." It's so easy for Alex to promise, it's always easy for Alex to promise because she can't not promise honestly. It's something that she means all the way down into the core of herself, into her heart and into her bones. It's something that she's been unconsciously promising to Richard for almost three years now, so it's just an entire thing that of course she means it now.

"I'm not going anywhere," Alex just adds as she kisses Richard deeply, holding him to her as she does it, because the promise needs to be made to both of them, and Alex knows it as much as the two of them are both one and the same.

"I promise, you don't need to worry about losing me, okay? I'm here with you. Forever."