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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 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."