11calls | It's where my demons hide, oh it's where my demons hide.

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It's where my demons hide, oh it's where my demons hide.

In the end it had been Simon. Alex had been aware that Simon was…watching her which sounded a hell of a lot better than stalking her since she’d heard their conversation when she’d recorded her sleep note. What Alex hadn’t realized then is just how much Simon had been protecting her or whatever and how often he’d been around. Sure, joking with Nic about Simon watching was one thing—what else is one supposed to do when you’ve got a dark sense of humor and a creepy bilocating kid with an obsession—but finding out that he’d actually been there and overheard those conversations was another thing entirely.

But in an effort to convince Alex to go to Turkey to meet him and the Horn of Tiamat, he’d come clean. Well, it was as clean as Simon had known how to come given all of his cryptic bullshit but she’d gotten the gist of it nonetheless. Alex had gotten the gist of it, and then she’d tried to hide from it, pulling the blankets over her head for a day and calling in sick and wondering if it could possibly be fucking true. That Strand was a demon and had been the entire time and that she had been friends with a demon, that she’d flirted with a demon, that she’d defended a demon and that Alex had bought into the lies and manipulations of a demon who was using her and her entire show for some untoward purpose that probably was the end of the world.

Honestly it was enough to make anyone take to their beds—even Alex Reagan with all of her bravery.

But it was only for one day, even if Alex did call out of work. Nic was more than happy to give her the time off considering it was Alex asking for it, and calls, texts and emails from Strand went entirely unanswered. The most important thing Alex knew from her investigation was that she needed two things in order to figure this out; to prove it: information and evidence. While Alex may not have been very good at collecting evidence of things (though now she can’t help but to wonder how much Strand and to a lesser extent Simon had sabotaged her efforts toward it) one thing that Alex was excellent at was collecting information and getting people to talk to her. Especially people with whom she’d already had a prior connection too.

Alex didn’t know if it was something in her voice or if it was just a case of it being the right moment but this time when she reached out to Charlie Strand, Charlie did agree to talk to her. Off the record, and Alex didn’t record it but it wasn’t about that. This had gone well past a story to the truth and Charlie told her how when they’d been out looking for Coralee, Strand had changed. It was what Charlie had meant by her not having a father anymore because the man who came back from those woods wasn’t her Dad. There had been moments in Charlie’s childhood where the man masquerading as her father had seemed to come out, but Coralee always managed to fix him. Without her stepmother, there was no hope in turning Richard Strand back into who he had been which was why Charlie was working at the Vatican hoping to find something that would work. So far? She hasn’t.

There was no way for Alex to get in touch with Coralee but there was another person who knew him, and Alex called her and begged in a way that she hadn’t when she’d talked to Cheryl before. Richard had moments of weirdness when they were children, but Howard had beaten it out of Richard. That was until Richie had gone looking for the body of Bobby Maimes that he’d seen within his dreams and came back entirely different.

It had taken a week to try and track these things down, and then Alex couldn’t sit on them anymore. She couldn’t keep pacing and waiting and worrying and talking to herself wondering if who she was actually talking to was Simon. In the end, it’s late when Alex drives to Howard’s house in the middle of a rainstorm. Knocking on his door, Alex just holds her breath not sure who—or what—was going to answer the door.

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He moves to push her legs apart, sliding two fingers into her cunt to gently massage there, to get her ready. His attention returns to her breasts again, licking and gently probing there. He waits until she's wet before he gently teases her slit with his cock.

He inserts himself into her gently, slowly easing himself into her before taking her in his arms and rolling her on top of him.

Laughing breathlessly when he rolls her so that she's on top of him, Alex just leans down and kisses him once more, shoving aside the curtain of her hair so that she can watch him below her. "I love you." The words come again, lightly, happily, burning back some of the darkness in their lives as Alex starts to move slowly against him.

Her hands rest on his chest, using him for balance as she sets a slow and easy pace, not gentle exactly, but as soft and loving as the moment is around them. Alex Reagan is claiming this moment for them with her softness, with the fact that she's not starting frenzied.

She is so sweet to look up at. He reaches for her breasts, clinging to her shoulders and drawing her down.

"I like looking up at you." his laugh is breathless, "You are so beautiful."

Alex just laughs softly once again, that same little breathless sound as she kisses him again. Her lips move along his jaw again as she keeps up the rhythm, moving a little bit faster now.

"Yeah? I'm going to need to remember that, love." There's a promise in those words, because god damn it, this isn't going to be the only time that the two of them ended up doing this. It just isn't, Alex isn't going to let it be just like she's not going let Thomas Warren win.

His hips buck against her. That friction feels good, nipping at her throat as gently as he could.

"When we've survived. When we've beaten this bastard. I want to do this every day." He bucks his hips again, trying to move against her, trying to give her something.

"We'll go to Ireland like you...like you said."

Her breath catches, and her voice which has already gone husky and low with desire only increases in speed. Alex moves more urgently, her eyelashes fluttering a bit as she captures her lower lip with her teeth, arching her back.

"Every day, huh? I'm going to hold you to that." Then Alex moved just right and gave a soft but very emphatic: "fuck." Doing that again with a roll of her hips, Alex groaned again, louder this time.

His solar plexus is warm and he feels the closest to heaven since...well. Since he fell. Since the memories of falling. He pulls her down harder than intended and kisses her - lifting her up so he could have her sit in his lap.

Shifting inside her he lets out a low groan.

"...sorry I just. Needed a better angle."

"Don't." Alex just gasps. "Don't apologize, Richard." She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck again, her body tightening around him again as she closes her eyes. A bright flush fills her face and climbs down the skin of her neck and spreads as she can feel the core of her turn starting to become molten around him.

Letting out a keening cry, she just pressed her slick forehead against his own. "I'm close, love."

His hips thrust and he feels his own pleasure rise. He laughs against her neck before burying himself in her breast before kissing her neck again. He runs his fingers over her ears and grunts.

"You're gonna beat me." He laughs, "But I'm not far behind. Tell..." He gasps, "Tell me what I can do."

Kissing him again, it's heated, ardent and Alex just delicately drags her teeth across the flesh of his lower lip in a teasing sort of way before her tongue immediately soothes over whatever hurt her doing it might have caused him. Alex doesn't want to hurt, him, not really, and she never would. There'd been enough hurt between the two of them that they didn't need to invite it into this.

Well, now anyway, and at least not without talking about it.

Still, her hand moves to the one at her ear, and she captures it quickly. Guiding his hand with her fingers laced between his, she brings it to brush against her clit, guiding him to touch it as she moans into his mouth once more.

His fingers are a little clumsy at first - then they move into practiced motions. Like riding a bicycle but he wants to make her happy, to make her moan and shudder against him.

He sighs, biting against her neck.

"I love you. I love you. I love you-"

Pressure builds up in his solar plexus and he laughs, another genuine noise, "That- there it is."

When his fingers find that practiced movements, Alex whimpers, and it turns into a moan as the back of her thighs tremble against his own. "Richard," his name is a prayer, sacred almost in the very pure note of desire that it brings with it and then continues to repeat. "Richard. I love you. Oh god."

And then Alex came on him in his lap, and she just let out little whimpers of pleasure as she tried to get her gasping breath back and tried to quiet the racing of her pulse.

she's so sweet and soft. Withdrawing he focuses on himself, focusing on the feeling of her body against his, against the softness of her breasts as he arches his back and keeps her against him before he cums with a loud grunt. He could lay there, sticky and sweet with her but instead he kisses her lips softly.

"...We're in this together." he pauses, "...Though when I can get up we should go and shower."

Alex just laughs at that, and it's a low and happy sound. Her entire body feels boneless right now, any of the scrapes and scratches that had happened when the demon had thrown her into a tree. She stretches out a bit, and gives him a little bit of a nod, with a sleepy sort of grin.

"Yep, definitely should get up and shower when our legs manage to obey us again." Because Alex's certainly weren't at the moment. Not in the slightest.

But Alex shifts a little bit, her hand resting on her chest and then she rested her chin on it as she looks to him. "Was that okay? I mean... I know it's not a new experience but in some ways it is one too."

He stops for a moment. It's not that he forgot. It's that-

He strokes her hair, tangling his fingers in it and thinking.

"I have memories in my head of Azazel seeing Adam and Eve. Or at least beings like them. The creature did not understand love. Richard Strand understood love and sacrificed from it. This..."

His blue eyes are focused on hers and he cups her cheek, thumb running down her cheekbone.

"...I've never felt more human. And given the day we've had." He nods, "...Thank you."

Alex moves automatically into the hand tangled into her hair, and she just watches him, with her eyes half-closed. She looks a bit like a cat, and that boneless feeling still hasn't left her, even if she definitely is giving off the Alex Reagan look that is entirely a laser beam of attention at the things that he'd said.

You can take the girl out of the field of journalism and throw her into the end of the world, but you can't take the curiosity out of the girl. Nothing could or did. But then again if something did, then Alex wouldn't have been the person who she is. But she does dot a kiss against his chest, before she looks up at him and gives him a smile.

"I'm glad. I really am, Richard. Because I love you. No matter what, alright?"

"I think you might be the first person to ever say that." He shakes his head, "The first human."

Holding her there he felt protective emotions well in his chest. She has to leave. He can't hurt her.

He kisses her fingers and untangles her legs.

"Now do we shower?"

Shower and wake up the next day, in the car, ready to battle, ready to fight?

"Well, I'm glad to be the first person to do it." She kisses him again, before she stretches a bit, letting out a little yawn.

"Yes. Now we shower. And then we try and sleep. I don't know about you but I definitely really need it." Even if she knows that her nightmares are going to be terrible.

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