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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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Alex is unable to stop the way that she colored in response to that. Normally when she's involved with someone, Alex is the sort of person who wanted to be involved with them and during the last time he'd met, Richard had wanted to take her to some place fancy. Fancy had been out of the question given that Alex had practically been covered in dirt, so she wanted to be ready not to disappoint him this time. It's so simple that the fact that no one had done it for him in a long time makes her heart go out for him. Honestly, everyone should have someone to look out for them and Richard Strand seems to need it more than most.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, you definitely seemed to want to take me out to your world last time and I wanted to be able to do that with you. So, fancy black dress." And all of the things that went along with a date that required a little black dress: stockings and the sort of underwear that you wanted to be seen in and of course heels. Just the basics really.

"It would only take me a few minutes to get dressed if you're starving."

He slides away, his fingers trailing along her lower back as he sits slowly into her chair.

His smirk is utterly cheeky as he settles in.

"A few minutes you say? I'm not in any rush." He winks at her, "You take as long as you want to get ready."

Alex just laughs for a minute and she crosses her arms over her chest in response. "Dr. Strand." His name and title are basically carassed in his mouth with her lips and tongue, entirely made of flirtation and teasing. The dark of her eyes below her glasses are bright and pleased, and there's no fear in them whatsoever.

"Are you implying that you'd like a show while I change?"

Folding his hands across his chest he thinks about Elias. Elias dominated him, and so he could dominate her.

Stroking his chin he smiles, "...Do you want music?" That warmth in his chest from being around her is addicting. Undoing his tie, he slowly pulls it from his collar and carefully wraps it around his fingers.

Smiling.

There's something sinister about his smile however, something edged, "...The restaurant's not going to close."

For a moment, Alex just meets that smile head on with a smirk of her own, her fingers brushing along the lapels of the blazer that she's wearing. If Richard wants a show then Alex is all too happy to give him one. With or without music, actually. The only thing that she wished was that she was wearing something sexier to remove than her normal work clothing.

Like a bit of a magpie, Alex watches the way that the silk of his tie worked through his fingers, and then she saw the sinister sharpness that was in his smile, and it send a little tremor of fear over her. It was the good kind of fear, the way that watching a horror movie or doing something that you really weren't supposed to be doing but enjoyed anyway. At this moment the reasoning behind that was she probably shouldn't be sleeping with her boss, let alone be about to strip for him in one's office.

"Yeah? So does that mean we should plan on spending a fair amount of time here?"

A fair amount of time? Oh he could take hours and days, weeks and months and no time would pass at all.

Until she was claime,d until she signed Elias's damned contract, she would wither and he did not want that. Settling back his ice blue eyes turn hard, and he unbuttons the top button of his silk white shirt.

"...Take off everything for me. And do it. Slow. If you would be so kind."

Alex gives him a smirk again, but she does in fact start to do what he'd asked. The tips of her fingers were already against the cardigan lapels, and Alex just tugs it off slowly, dragging the dusty fabric down over her bare arms. The button up itself is sleeveless and it's a deep gray that she'd worn in an effort to hide how buried she could get in things. Each button is pressed slowly through the holes as she drags the fabric out from her jeans. As she moves, Alex's hips roll in time to a music that only she can hear, but it keeps her on a beat anyway.

Letting the shirt slide off of her arms, Alex is glad that she's at least matching with her underwear today. Honestly, in the bag that she'd brought she's got a much nicer set. This particular one is just black with a bit of lace across the cuffs of it. Leaving the bra on, instead Alex undid the button on her jeans and they slowly unzipped them, revealing the underwear below. Sliding them over her legs, Alex just steps out of her flats before she's before him in just her undergarments.

The slowness in her doubles as Alex unhooks her bra and lets the straps slide down her arms to reveal her breasts with their hardened nipples that go even more so in the cool and damp air. Then she slides her panties down over her legs and to the pile on the floor. Honestly, the only thing that Alex attempts to cover up is the pink scar on her stomach from where the Hunt had tried to eat her.

"Stop."

He holds up a hand when she's pantsless, "I want to see all of you. We've slept together but I haven't seen you." She's beautiful. She's gorgeous.

"Run your hands over your body." His voice is soft, "I want to see how you touch yourself."

In some ways, Alex Reagan has always had an exhibitionist streak. Granted, in most ways it was a subtle kind--the view of the way that she told her stories, almost getting caught in public, loving the feeling that someone might catch an eyeful. This is different, because Alex can swear that she can feel eyes on her in the same way she could have if he was touching her. It was like a phantom sort of feeling, and Alex chased the ghost of it with her own fingers.

Rubbing her hand down her arm, using just the fingertips to stroke over her milky skin, Alex brushed her hand up the inside of her arm and over her shoulder, following the lines of her neck. There's almost a musicality to it, as Alex brings her hands over her breasts, brushing her thumb against the nipple before pinching it hard and making herself whimper as she does so. Touch crisscrosses across her belly, even if she avoids touching the ripped scar, and then she looks to him once more.

"Do you want me on my desk so you can watch easier, Richard?"

"Do it."

His hand slides over his belt buckle, undoing it, unbuttoning his pants and reaching into his boxers he pulls out his stiffening member and gives it one long hard stroke.

"Get excited about it. Tell me..." He wants to hold the warmth in her chest, "Tell me how you feel around me."

Despite the increasing sense of urgency that comes with wanting him, Alex is careful when she removes the statements and the tape recorder that are on her desk. There's no grand sweep of her arm or anything to make room--even if there's a part of Alex that wants to do it, she understands that the statements and the recorder are too important and too much of an intratubal part of the work of both the Foundation and her own personal work to act so flippantly with them. So, instead Alex just picks them up in a neat pile and sets them onto the floor to one side where neither one of them might happen to step on it.

Then feeling the pulse beating in her wrists and throat and then moving down lower into her core, Alex climbs onto the desk that she'd just been sleeping at. Her eyes lock with his own, watching as he strokes himself as he watches her. The feeling of being watched is something exciting, and she just bites her lip for a moment as she leans back, her long bare legs spreading wide. Moisture already has started to glisten at the edges of her folds, brought on by the show that Richard had wanted and the look in his eyes when he'd demanded it. She doesn't know that Richard wants to dominate her because he'd been dominated by Elias, and Alex has always been more on the subby side anyway so it makes sense.

As her fingers walk across the inside of her milky thighs, her mouth opens and her voice is low and husky, a perfect pitch for a story of desire that's buried down in the darkness of the Foundation where it seemed like nothing else could reach. "I missed you when you were gone, Richard." It's simple to start like that, because honestly it seemed like the most important part of all of this. "I hadn't realized how much I'd looked forward to seeing you when you surprised me down here. I mean, even before we'd started having sex I'd looked forward to the surprise of it, and how much I'd loved talking to you. I mean, I still love talking to you, but..." But this was different.

As things altered a bit, and Alex's eyes darkened by blown pupils, her voice became more breathless, more threaded through with the sound of desire. Her fingers parted along her folds, teasing over them slowly, sliding upwards towards her clit. "And then I started thinking about you. I mean, I liked you as a person, but I had thought about you even before you took my hand when we were having dinner. I was definitely attracted to you but was just trying to put it as a sort of boss crush. Because if it was just a crush then it wasn't serious." As opposed to feeling like something was serious now. Even if she doesn't know if it's anything other than just sex for him.

"I missed you when you were gone." Yes, it's something that Alex had already said but it bares repeating, and Alex just moans softly. "I thought about that night in the school room." As her nail brushes over her clit, Alex just whimpers, and her toes curl upwards a bit, before she bites her lip. "I'd definitely touched myself when I remembered it when you were gone. Not here, obviously, but at home I'd just listen to the city around me and wish that I could be down here with you. Kissing you. Having sex with you. So I'd fuck myself with my fingers and wish it was you. I'd..." As she says it, her other hand slips over to her core, and her fingers slide inside of her.

"God, I'm just so attracted to you, Richard. And it's not just physically, I'm never just attracted to someone physically, there always needs to be something else along with it. You have that something else, and I wished I could have gone to London with you. I like you, Richard Strand, way more than I should considering you're my boss and everything else."

He could feed off her warmth, but now up close to it he wants it to burn out. He wants to smother it, to watch it burn out or bare it to the world so everyone can see it. At the first I missed you his hand slides gently to the base of his cock, working up closer and closer to the head. He keeps his body seemingly at ease - but his shoulders sitting there are tense as a cat.

Yes, that adoration and worship. He is rarely on top he is normally buried, smothered. He likes that. This though he gets to bury.

That thought gets another jerk and it's when she says she missed him a second time that his hands jerk hard his hips arching. If I don't do something I'll need to change my pants.

A problem. Amused at how he wants to look cool he carefully tucks himself back and slides off his trousers quickly, kicking them away. His boxers are black silk, and when he pulls himself out he's stiffer than before.

His chuckle is soft as he squeezes at his cock tip.

"You like me. How do I know this isn't a schoolgirl crush? Tell me. Pull on your nipples and tell me how it's not a schoolgirl crush."

Letting out a groan of protest, Alex just frowns at him for a moment before she slides her fingers out of herself and then lets her fingers wander back upwards across the plane of her stomach and then between the valley of her breasts. She palms them at first before her fingers move over the hardened pink of her nipples, and she pulls on them in a way that makes Alex groan all the harder for it. Her dark eyes are even darker with her arousal as she sits up to more to both watch him eagerly and to allow herself to be watched more easily as well.

"It's not a schoolgirl crush, Richard. I don't have schoolgirl crushes, it's been a hell of a long time since I was out of grad school even." Well, seven years certainly seems like a long time to her anyway, especially given how hellish and long the last year of her life was before she'd come to Usher and met him.

"I know what I like in relationships, and the people who I'm attracted too. I mean yeah, don't get me wrong you've definitely got the whole hell of a hot professor vibe but that's not just why I'm interested in you. I'm interested because you're fascinating, and because you've funny and clever and passionate about what it is that you do. I'm attracted to you, Richard and if it was as something as simple as a schoolgirl crush I never would have had sex with you last time, and I wouldn't have brought in my fanciest dress and lingerie for when you got back from London and I really wouldn't be here fucking myself with my fingers for you to watch if it was just a crush."

Well.

"...I understand."

He does. He doesn't go soft but he does feel exposed and the warmth dies. No no no that's not good at all. She's tired. Leaning back, he smirks.

"Do you want me now? Right now?"

Alex feels a bit offfooted as if she’s done something wrong and she doesn’t know quite what it is honestly. Swallowing for a moment, Alex just bites her lip and watches him as he stares at her and settles back in the chair.

“Really, Richard? I’m naked on my desk, you just had me touch myself and now you’re wondering if I want you? Trust me, if I didn’t want you now then I wouldn’t be here like this.”

Gesturing downwards at the expanse of pale skin on display, Alex just shifts a bit and rests her hand against the palm of her desk, trying to ignore the swatch of dust that it left on her side and thigh. In some ways it almost feels like the Foundation’s finger print on her skin.

"Come here."

His voice is hard and commanding and something inhuman - a push - a nudge. His entity is with him and The Buried is...intrigued to say the least.

He slides off his own trousers completely, pulling his boxers down and staring at her - vulnerable yet hard. His body carved - hard as stone.

"You shared yourself with me. Here I am. And as a reward I will make you feel pleasure the likes of which you have never known."

"Well, the last time was pretty great so..." The words come with a light and easy teasing, her eyes moving over his own and not following the lines of his body to his length. For Alex isn't about how his body could have been carved by the same sort of stone that laid the Foundation's framework, or could have matched the likes of the bodies that Alex had been working with in the levels that were even above the place that Richard had found her her very buried and hidden office.

But who she's attracted to is who she thinks that he is. Honestly, Alex hasn't even suspected that he may be an avatar; she's not an idiot and thinks that Tannis may be on the way to being one and that's why he's not fond of her but... But Richard is Richard and Alex really likes Richard quite a bit. It's not love, not yet but she deeply suspects that it could bloom and grow into it. There's too many ways she feels connected to him for it to not.

So she does come to him, her eyes still remaining locked with his own before Alex just leans over and kisses him. Softly, sweetly, happily, it's a lighter kiss even if it has an edge of ardency along with it. Honestly, Alex isn't scared by the way that there's something inhuman in his voice--oddly it's almost as if it's something else about him that she likes.

For a heart stopping moment he wants to bury her, to close his hands around her windpipe and watch the breath escape her body and offer her as sacrifice. Her light - her inner warmth is so sweet and so pure that he can't stand it, but he wants to bask in it all the same.

He can't do that. He settles instead for kisses slowly down the side of her neck as one hand pulls gently on her nipple, his fingers teasing the soft skin beneath as his other hand slides to her leg, pulling her thigh up over his hip, slow, ever so slowly.

His cock rubs against her mound.

Letting out a soft moan, Alex just traces her fingers through his soft hair, following it down to the nape of his neck as she lets out a needful, breathless whimper. Biting her teeth around the sound, Alex bucks towards him when he teases her with his cock and her leg stretches out to spread even more so that she’s lined up with him as he sits in her chair. God, she’s never going to be able to sit in her chair without the memory of fucking him in it swirling around her brain.

God Alex wants him. God she’s missed him while he was away. Maybe that’s why it was more than a school girl crush. Crushes for Alex Reagan were normally out of sight and out of mind but she’d still thought of Richard Strand the entire time he was gone and if Alex had said that she hadn’t thought about this then she would have been a damn liar.

She wants him. She wants him so damn badly it’s an ache.

“Richard.” Alex moans his name softly as she presses her lips to his neck and scores it with a gentle bite. It doesn’t leave much of a Mark, and certainly not one that would be there in the morning but tonight it’s nice to leave a sign on him of just how much she wants him. Of just how much Alex Reagan is his.

So much for getting dressed. He chuckles softly as lifts her against him, rubbing his erection against her thigh. His kiss is hungry as he clutches against her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

His other hand lets her drop a hair before he moves to put himself inside her.

How am I so happy with you?

Groaning and throwing her head back when he slides inside of her, Alex just rests her hands on his shoulders. Desire has darkened her eyes even further behind her glasses, and they're half-closed as she watches him ask her that question. It's so easy then for her lips to twist upwards into a delighted smile that Alex can't help. Being expressive is something that is so often an issue with Alex--she can't keep her feelings from her face or voice, not really--and right now it's impossible to deny that Alex looks happy that she makes him happy.

She's also not an idiot and is aware that there should be alarm bells sounding about her boss saying that to her when his cock is inside of her, but like before, Alex isn't hearing them. Instead, all she hears is his words, all she feels is his heart beat, and all she thinks about is how glad she is. The warmth of her joy radiates outwards, a miniature sun moving in the orbit of whatever it is that is drawing them together.

So Alex just leans forward and presses her lips to his. It's a long, slow and deep kiss before she speaks against Richard's lips. "I don't know but, I'm glad I make you happy because you make me happy too."

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