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Alex Reagan is fairly certain that this just happens to be the smallest elevator in existence. She’s been a lot of places in the world, but the one at the Usher Foundation that leads to the archive is the smallest modern one for sure. It’s barely big enough for three people honestly and that normally doesn’t bother her in the slightest. While Alex has a fair amount of fear for the things that she’d discovered over the last few months (the hunt for example is the one that sticks out the most considering it’s why she’s here) but the Buried wasn’t one of them. Alex was the sort of person who turned her bed into swaddling nests and burrowed into them. Honestly that buried blanket nest is where she felt the safest.

No. The elevator itself wasn’t the issue here. Alex Reagan has ridden it more than a few times since she’d started working in the archives a month or so ago. While she would rather be out there being a reporter, Alex had blown out all of the credibility that she’d ever had when she’d told people that the things that went bump in the night were real. In the end Tannis Braun was right about how her skills would be valuable here investigating the validity of the statements. In some ways it was almost freeing—when she was working for Usher, Alex didn’t need to worry about pesky things like journalism ethics. Instead she could lie and make someone believe whatever they wanted in order to get their story from them.

In a way it was all kind of freeing.

So if it wasn’t the elevator itself, and it wasn’t the confined space that bothered her what didn’t bother her exactly was the man who she was currently sharing the elevator with. His size in it, with the foot of height that he had on her, the more bulk that he’d had on his frame (not that Alex was calling him fat by any means) instead it was just the way that he loomed over her and seemed far larger in the space than he actually was. And the fact that he was attractive and god was he attractive. Alex has said hello when she’d gotten into the elevator with him, and saw that he’d already pushed the floor for the sub basement level archives.

But the problem was that somewhere between the archives and the first floor, the elevator had just decided to stop. Not just stopping which would be bad enough, but stopping and losing all power. Normally the dark wouldn’t have been a thing, because Alex would have just pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app or call someone even if her phone didn’t have great service here. That was part of the reason it was still plugged in at her desk. Artifact storage was only three elevator stops away, and Alex was delivering some information she’d had on a statement. But now here they were in the small and dark with the extremely attractive man she doesn’t know.

This is fine. This is all fine.

But Alex just gives a grin that she knows that he wouldn’t be able to see in the pitch blackness so deep that it feels like she could hold it in her hands like dirt. “Well, I guess this is one way to avoid that meeting with my boss.” There isn’t fear in her, just the bad joking tone that Alex makes to lighten a situation. The meeting with Tannis was supposed to be in half an hour and she was supposed to be meeting someone important to the Foundation.

The fact that it could be the person in the elevator never even crosses Alex’s mind. After all, that man had been described to her as being ‘Old Man Strand’ and this man definitely wasn’t old in the slightest.

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He pulls her closer, kissing her lips as gently as he can before inhaling her scent with a purr, "Come here."

There is something that's changed about his demeanor. He is not commanding or painful but the air shifts and he is very much in control. The Buried stirs, curious within him, and he moves to pull her closer to him. Leaning into her ear his whisper is throaty.

"Do you want me?"

Alex smells like the dust that she'd been working in, and below it something wild and woodsy, a natural perfume that she'd brought with her from Seattle.

Automatically, when her body fits against all of those places in his own, Alex lifts her arms and wraps them around his neck. The air feels different even if she can't place why, but it's there around them and it almost reminds her of the time that they'd met and had talked in the confines of the elevator.

"Yes." It's an easy answer, said softly, like a child walking past a graveyard and they were worried that the dead would hear; it's the sound of something sacred. She kisses him again, letting the kiss linger this time as an addition to her answer.

She was so warm. She was so good.
And I want to destroy her for it. he smiles, I want to rip her to pieces.

His kiss is long and languid against her neck before he inhales her, "You smell like the good earth and woods. Do you like the woods?"

One hand slides to her front, to her top, beginning to play with her nipple.

"Yeah, I mean I'm from the Pacific Northwest. It just kind of smells like home, with the woods and the rain and the dirt." Alex's breath hitches softly, and her fingers move up to snag in his hair, running along the nape where it meets the back of his neck.

When her eyes close, the dark confines of this school room seem smaller actually, and Alex doesn't mind that either. She doesn't mind the way that he's looming in her space.

Instead, her hands move over the lapels of his suit jacket, tugging them both back towards the desk that they'd been sitting at before.

The earth is strong. He's not given super strenght but he's solid and sturdy enough to carry her and hold her up against him, scooping her up in one smooth motion to lay her across the desk - dust flying all around them. His eyes carrying the faintest blue glow.

He smiles. His teeth unnaturally white in the light as he buries his head against her neck, sliding his hands down her sides to her hips, tugging at her lower half with an expert air of precision.

Alex just laughs when he picks her up so easily; honestly it makes her feel like she doesn't weigh anything, and the sound is pleased and breathless.

This is probably going too fast, really too fast but Alex just wiggles a bit when he pulls her against him. There's dust in her hair, Alex can feel it where it's come loose from the braid, and there's dust on her skin.

Honestly, Alex thinks that there even might be some below her nails from where she had been digging out the peat earlier. With anyone else, Alex would have been embarrassed by this, but with Strand, she isn't and she doesn't even know why.

Even if the way his eyes gleam in the light surprise the hell out of her.

He can't say that he moves faster than normal. He's used to avatar partners, avatar couplings and he hasn't been human for a long time. Still he undoes his belt quickly before sliding a hand between her legs possessively.

Then looking up at her - the light fades - and then grows bright again before he slides a hand back down between her legs to gently finger her slit.

"...I could give you pleasure." His voice is a whisper, "I could give you such pleasure and you'd take it wouldn't you."

He hisses out the last words, "Tell me you'd take it."

The light is weird, it’s throwing her off and Alex can see the after effects of it below her eyelids when she blinks and tries to adjust. Honestly, there’s a lot to unpack here, like having her boss’ hand in her slit, but it’s more than that because for a brief moment, Alex has an undeniable thought.

The light is coming from him. It’s coming from Richard and that doesn’t make sense.

But it’s a thought that tumbled through Alex’s fingers even as she tries to take a hold of it and she just gasps and arches into his touch.

“Yes. Yes I’d take it, Richard. Fuck.”

Without thinking about it, Alex grabs the shirt and pulls it off over her head, leaving a smudge of dirt on her neck and above her breasts from where she’d taken it off.

His hand presses harder, slightly harder, gently moving her clit back and forth with the air of an expert. Kissing her hard, he draws out his cock and teases her entrance with it before smirking.

The problem is the eyes. The eyes glow brighter. The Buried swirls around the two of them and he teases her clit again. His teeth close on the flesh of her neck just to the side, marking her himself.

While all of this happens, he finds the scars on her belly, gently touching them.

"The Hunt wanted you." His voice is breathy, gaspy, "But they don't get to have you."

There's something going on here that she doesn't understand. Her chest feels more tight, and she whimpers a bit as he teases her, the whimper shifting to a full on whine of need when he marks her with his teeth.

But Alex stills when he touches the scars on her stomach. This is the first time that she's been naked around someone else other than a doctor since it had happened to her. The claw marks of the scar, the stitches where she'd been put back together aren't even all the way white yet; they're still a healing pink. Reflex makes Alex draw her stomach concave because she's not at all sure how she feels about someone touching them, even if it's him.

She's even less sure when Strand is mentioning the Hunt wanting her. "What?" Alex's voice is soft and breathless as she just stares up at him, frowning in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

His features don't change but he does slowly, slowly run a hand up to her chest, "...I'll keep you safe."

She's so warm, so warm and real and human, the energy is a roaring storm within him. She's a human. Has he ever been a human? Truly? Been with a human?

For the first time since he was 7, he wonders if he'd made a mistake. The light dims and oh he will pay for this."

"...You don't have anything to fear with me." His eyes are still unnaturally bright, but they are kind, "I'll keep you safe."

Alex just blinks, and she can feel that the air has changed around them once again, her dark eyes locking with his own blue ones. She's not an idiot, and she knows that they're unnaturally bright. She knows that they were unnaturally bright.

For a moment, the thought of those unnaturally bright eyes had sent her back to watching eyes peering out of the darkness but those had been tawny and gold. They'd been cold where Richard's are warm, and she's fairly certain that he doesn't intend to eat her.

Even if she's also fairly certain that there's more going on here than she knows about, and Alex is going to find out and Know what it is if it kills her, which it just might.

But that's for later, and Alex just shifts onto one elbow so she can trace her fingers along the chiseled stone of his cheekbones, the warmth at the corner of his mouth. Her eyes meet his from a closer distance, and even though Alex knows that this is so exceptionally stupid of her, she does kiss him again, the same warm and gentle kiss that it had been the first time.

He gently, ever so gently, pushes himself inside her before grinding, slowly, slowly slowly, There are things he wants to say. So many terrible and wonderful things as he strokes her hair,grinding slowly into her.

"...Kiss me again." His whisper is against her lips as he picks up speed, "Just like that. Please. Please."

Alex does, pressing her lips to his again and again, tracing her tongue over the seams of his mouth until he parts to let her in. Even when the kisses deepen in ardency, they still hold onto that same sweetness. Her hand stays brushing his cheek even as the other wraps around the back of his neck, holding him to her as his pace increases, and she just rises up to meet him.

Between breaths, between their lips, she just repeats the gentle moans of his name.

His toes curl and he has to shove the buried back. There's a warmth to his limbs, all parts of him. His kiss is hungry and a little sloppy as he tugs at her hair, pulling her back, heedless of if it causes pain or not.

"...Tell me it feels good."

His tone sounds inhuman, "Tell me!"

Alex gasps, both as a result of his pulling her hair back and the way that his tone changes. The pain isn’t something that Alex minds necessarily—far from it—but the switching is confusing even if it’s something that she’s going to dwell more on later.

“Yes!” Alex cries as her thigh presses against his hip, and her heel runs down his leg. Her hands brush along the dust on the desk, making nonsensical patterns in it as she tries to find something to hold onto.

Really she wants to hold onto him, which is something else she can unpack when she's home and looking at the mark that he left on her. Honestly, she's going to need a scarf.

"God, Richard it feels good. Please don't stop!"

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