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It was still reckless.

[Never mind how he knows. He's just going there.] I can use google like anyone else Alex.

[But he does slow.]

...So you and she are okay? I...

I'm halfway there anyway. Maybe I could meet you still.

[But he sounds winded, out of breath and tired. And still, Warren is there.]

No re-admittance.

[Alex just sighs. Amalia is going to kill her. Like really kill her, and she's wearing Amalia's dress which costs almost what her rent does. But she's listening to how he sounds, and just frowns before she carefully leans against a building.]

Yes, we're fine. Sorry, I shouldn't have been drunk texting you. You can head home, I'll call an uber and head home myself.

Don't be ridiculous. I'll come and get you. It's my fault you left.

And if you want to stay then we'll go in.

Alex when it comes down to it I can play the spoiled older rich man with a young...ingenue. Especially if you-

IF I interrupted something.

[He sounds uncomfortable.]

Just give me a moment. I can help you get back to her.

[Alex is torn for a moment, because honestly part of her wants to go back in. Part of her knows that she should honestly, so Amalia doesn't worry when she's done playing the scene that she's involved in. There is also no small part of her (the drunk part that has her already normally low inhibitions already dropped down ever lower) is more than a little intrigued at the idea of Dr. Richard Strand, Dom.

She really needs to stop thinking like that.

But also there's the fact that he just sounds so uncomfortable, and that's not what she wants. The two of them have been better lately, but Alex knows that when their dynamic is out of balance, it's really out of balance and she doesn't want him to freak out and run off because of this. Alex doesn't want this for a whole hell of a lot of reasons, and one of them is definitely because she doesn't want to have to explain it to anyone, not even herself.]

Richard...

[But Alex leaves off until she sees him in the valet parking line, and she moves over to him on heels the likes of which she'd never normally wear. The entire outfit is the likes of which she'd never worn around him. Honestly, she doesn't think she's ever even worn a skirt, never mind a dress made of leather that barely brushes mid thigh. Or stockings. Or crimson lipstick which is currently matching the blush that's covering her face to the deep v of her cleavage.]

[So Alex and Amalia are at a club. With Warren. Amalia is a domm. The thing that Richard has always known is how to move through the world with a dominating presence. He walks into classrooms on bad days and students cower. He walks into symposiums and lectures and people tuck their tails between their legs.

He is a very sensitive man, with her, but with anyone else...

When he stands out of the car he is in his three piece suit, but instead of looking like he's spent a day in the office he carries himself like a baron of industry, like a captain, like he's walking into a lecture hall and stares down at the Valet.

It takes all of his composure not to break when he sees her because she is...gorgeous. Amalia has great taste. It's pure raw animal power as he moves close to her, moving to kiss her. If she accepts it it'll be a rough hard powerful kiss before he straightens up to look at the door, whispering in her ear.]

I told you I can get you in.

[His hand slides down to the small of her back.]

You should have told me you wanted to stalk Warren. I'm not happy.

[To say that Alex isn’t thrown off by the kiss would be a lie. No small part of her gets swept up in it, kissing him back with matching passion. Alex Reagan isn’t someone who normally play acts or pretends to be something that she’s not. While her journalism ethics may be skewed she’s never been someone who blurs the truth that far with it. Honestly, she knows that she would make a really terrible undercover... anything.

There’s more than a grain of truth in that kiss which is something that Alex wants to deny to herself but she can’t. It is what it is and Alex knows that no small part of her has wanted Richard to kiss her for a long time.

However when he accuses her of stalking Warren, Alex’s slightly dazed looks hardens into anger and her whisper matches it.]

We didn’t come here to stalk Warren! We had no idea he was even in Seattle let alone here! I’m here because I owed Amalia a favor and she hates to come to places like this without a sub already in tow! That’s it.

[At the door people give Alex a look over - and Richard gets an eyebrow before he draws himself up to his full height to stare down at them. He slides out of his coat casually before rolling up his sleeves. Doing so also gives the bouncer a look at his tie clip - with a reasonable gem on it.]

Bring an old fashioned to the VIP section.

[And he'll walk off without trying to respond, with Alex in tow.

He sighs.]

...Well.

I'm sorry, but I'm glad we're here then. Are we going to have to do...something?

You don't think us walking into the VIP section together isn't going to be the smallest bit suspicious to him?

[Alex tries to keep a vapid look on her face, but it's difficult so she mostly keeps her eyes lowered as she walks next to him. She knows how to do this, thanks to Amalia, and it's very clear who anyone who looks at them who Alex belongs to. Which is going to be awkward to explain, and she just shakes her head quickly before they end up behind a black velvet rope and are ensconced in a booth that matches, plush and comfortable. The table has assorted places where a person can be tied to them, and Alex's blush just increases as she sits down next to him, perched on the edge of the bench.]

We don't have to do anything. A lot of people just come to watch. Some play happens in the main room, or here I guess, but most of it actually happens in the private rooms in the back.

[And then Alex just gets quiet for a moment before her eyes go wide and she just leans in kisses him, crawling into his lap and straddling him to do it.]

[That-Oh. Oh. That feels nice. That feels good. It's their first kiss. He presses his forehead to hers and kisses her deeply before focusing his dark blue eyes on hers.]

Sit Down

[It's a command because - this is a part right? He's playing a part. But His hand reaches for hers and trails along her fingers.]

...good girl.

[Alex just leans over and whispers in his ear softly, but urgently, and for all the world it looks like she's whispering some sort of lued suggestion into his ear. But Alex isn't, not at all.]

Warren looked over here. I'm trying to hide our faces.

[And then she gently bites his ear, to make the show a better one as she rests her hands against his chest gently. That really. Really. Really. should not have felt as good as it did, hearing him order her like this, but it does and Alex really doesn't have time to think about that. But she does sit afterwards. On his lap.

This is fine. This is all fine.]

[Warren. This is why he had to be here. Not just for Alex - even though it was all about her. No. His gaze scans the crowd and one hand slides up to her chest. This is all play acting.

A couple passes the table and he glares at them.]

Take off my glasses and play with my hair. He's looking this way again.

[He can feel the slime on the edge of his vision. The only good thing is the woman in his lap.]

He wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything here.

[Alex is really terrible at play acting, and she can't stop the way that her nipples harden against the thin leather of her dress. There's no hiding it, because honestly the point in a dress like this isn't for those things to be hidden. Instead, she just takes off his glasses and places them next to them on the bench.

Her fingers move through his hair, stroking it and sliding through it before she kisses him once more, her lips pressed against him when she speaks.]

Does he still have the brunette with him?

...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.]