#askarsgard

Margot has a lease on Alex? Will she trade him in for a new model when it expires?

Ask that inspired it 1.  / Ask that inspired it 2.  Intimate. BBQ/Pool Day. Age Gap tings. Family Lovin’ (Bill & Valter). Angst. Tension. Awkward early stages with Alexander. Words: 1,643. Sometimes you just need some...sof, intimate Alex tings..as always, hope you enjoy. 

“Valter, if you keep staring at me, I will absolutely throw your ass in here. That’s a promise.”

Alexander launched the soft blow-up ball into the air, directly towards his younger brother who was stretched out on one of the sleek, wooden pool chairs. Valter was living his best life, with sun screen slathered down his nose and cheekbones. He sported some worn, beige camouflage swim trunks and a crisp white tee. The ball hit his leg and bounced off, and he had to raise his tortoise Ray-Bans off his face, to the top of his head, to really comprehend what the fuck was good with this old idiot. He cursed something awful in Swedish, giving Alexander a good glare.

“Fucker. I was not staring at you two...whatever the hell two are. I was just about to fall asleep.”

“Valteeeer, that mouth....that mouth..” Alexander warned with a jokey tone.

You stifled a laugh at their exchange, they were holding off giggles of their own. You two were not low, and you were both trying entirely too hard to be.

“That mouth, that mouth.” Valter imitated in low, annoying whine. “Suck my di..”

“AYE. Watch your mouth, there are children around,” Bill interrupted, leaving Valter with his foot in his mouth, but Bill beckoned his head towards you with a little smirk. You were much younger than the man you came with, closer in age to his youngest brother. Bill was trying to be funny and you scoffed, rolling you eyes at him. “Get off me.” you snapped back at him with a small smile. It was clearly meant it to be a joke, and Bill received it, pleased with your little attitude, chuckling under his breath at the exchange. Alexander shot you two a glance from the side of his eye, shifting in the water, clearing his throat a little awkwardly.

Shady Boots, Bill, shady boots.

It was no surprise that Valter was stealing glances at you and Alexander, though. It was still so new, and the whole thing had you two moving...goofy. You were both in the large, heated pool, but maintained a odd distance, just enough to be in range to comfortably speak to each other, but yet far enough to look like separate floating entities.

You were doing your thing, enjoying the cool water on your skin, and the feeling of the sun on your face. Usually chlorine nauseated you, but today, mixed with the smell of IPA and the char from the grill, it covered you with pure joy. But still...this was freakishly new for you. Yes, you’d met his friends, and it was fine, casual, calm. Everyone was cool, there were a few raised eyebrows, but all in all, it went well. But when he mentioned the word family- that was a whole new ball game entirely.

The Virgo Man. The eldest, who wore that title with pride. The one who wants harmony between his siblings, even when they’re all distracted with their six different projects. Always sending something in the group chat to try and get everyone together. The strong friend. That was Alexander, that was his assumed role. So....yes, it was a lot.

Somehow, he had convinced you to tag along to a backyard barbecue at his brother’s place. You had hesitated, when you saw the text message, but it was hard to resist, what were you doing anyway? And now here you were, in a tiny black bikini in Bill’s pool, on a deliciously warm Summer evening. It was a slew of them, and they were all different in their own way, that was Alexander’s disclaimer.

But even with the distance...you two were giddy for each other. The tension and chemistry that floated between you two made the air feel thick, even though you were outside. It didn’t take much to pick up on it, the buzz between you two. Even with the distance... Alexander gazed over at you. He ran his tongue over his lips, you looked so good soaking wet, and so did he.

And the water. The water played a whole different part in the sensation between you two. You were both tanning from being in there for some time, and his shoulders were turning a golden shade that looked good enough to eat. Smooth and supple skin with the beads of water that clung to it. A rosy blush was permanently forming over his nose and cheeks. The sunlight reflecting off of the water made his eyes look even more light blue than usual, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips, tasting the water on your face.

He wasn’t shocked to see your body, if anything, it excites him. You looked good, almost naked, bikini hugging over your hips and curves. You felt exposed. But there was a part of you that wanted to feel sexy like this in front of him. Your smooth rich skin was desperate to be out for the Summer.

Now and again, a slew of murmurs and whispers would come shuttling out from your corner of the pool. You would swim closer to him, and he’d grab at your ankle under the water, pulling you dangerously low and closer to him.

“Think they’re fucking?” Valter whispered to Bill, nonchalantly swiping through his Twitter feed.

“Of course they’re fucking.” Bill responded without hesitation, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

It’s invigorating and tempting, all at once, being this close to Alexander in the water, and you wrap an arm around him, coming entirely too close to his face, examining the beauty that is him. You’re both drunk off of the feeling, smiling like goofballs, you biting at your lip to stop yourself from grinning too hard. But your cheeks hurt, from all the smiling. His eyelashes are slick with water, coated, little drops sitting on them like morning dew on a leaf. It amazes you once again how men always seem to have the best fucking eyelashes, and you move your arm from around him.

“Your lashes. They are so long. Put me on to your secret,” you said with a little giggle, wadding to keep yourself up. He glanced back over at Valter and Bill. Bill’s head buried in a book, Valter, snoozing lightly, and he reached for your hips under the water, grabbing you into him again. “Yeah? You wanna know my secret?” he taunts in a low voice, pulling you awfully close to his body in the water. You’re in the deeper side of the pool, far away from his siblings, and you feel terrified and flushed all at once, from not being able to put your feet on the ground. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and the breeze is blowing harder now, a little chill coming into the air. Hair slick on your back, the wind sends a shiver down your spine, and you shudder outwardly in the water, wrapping your legs around his waist, putting your arms around his neck. He holds you steadily in the water. 

“I’ll tell you tonight. Alright?” he whispers with a swallow, slowly swiping his tongue over his light pink lower lip. You sigh into his touch, of the feeling of his large hands holding your waist and cradling your lower back in the water, Your eyes on his lips and that tongue, following it as it entered and exited his perfect mouth. You squeezed your legs tighter on him, taking another small breath and giving him a shaky little nod. “Okay.” you replied simply. You didn’t know what that meant explicitly...but yet, you did. Something was coming tonight, you had the urge to release the tension you felt gathered in the pit of your stomach, just below your belly button. You never broke eye contact, and you so badly wanted to put your tongue on his, you could feel yourself getting wet even in the water. But Bill. And Valter.

It hit you all at once- you felt tired, exhausted and worst of all- frustrated. “Hey...can you..?” you nudged your head towards the shallow side of the pool, beckoning for him to carry you out. He scanned your face it like he always did, and as if he could sense how you felt, he nodded. You were ready to be taken out, and he knew it. “I got you..” he said firmly, swimming you both easily over to the more shallow side, your body steady on his  and close to him under the water. 

You wanted a warm shower...or maybe a cold one. He had you so easily, weightlessly, even though you were acting as a stagnant weight on him. You let him take you, and before you knew it, you were back on the shallow side, and that awkward, painful distance was returned again. Another cold, chilly breeze blew, and some of the solar lights were staring to flicker on, the night beginning to fall. You glanced at Alexander, only to see a look of pure primal need on his face, eyes gazed over, nibbling on the side of his lip. He was hot and bothered, silently trying to collect himself after that little exchange in the corner. You, felt the same, flushed, and you tried to mask it, averting your eyes away from his. The passion between you burned at an all time high.

This is a new piece I have been working on that’s been floating about in my head. I’ve broken it up into two pieces...It’s set a little further into their relationship. Stay tuned for Part 2 and enjoy.

Long days that bled into the evening were typical as of late. As bodies began to flood the streets in the city, eager to get home during that awful, congested five o’clock rush hour- she was just taking a quick break from the office to grab another coffee at the cart on the corner, so she could get some caffeine in her to finish up. Things in her life came in waves, and right now, she was drowning at work, and usually, she didn’t mind the high volume. It was actually soothing to her, to have more to do, something to focus her energy on. But there was a catch. Alexander was off right now, and the timing couldn’t have been much worse.

New York City was his home-base, but his career was a glowing beacon that he followed through and through. His work was pressing, and required a lot of movement and rigor on his part, and she loved being over worked when he was gone. Right now, however, she couldn’t believe the universe was coming for her neck like this. He was always up to something. If not on a new project, he would at the very least be absorbing a new script. But right now he was free- a nice, long two weeks with a vacant schedule, that he requested from his agent, just to get some quality time. Quality time. His love language. She learned quickly that his way of receiving love was her un-filtered, undivided attention. Perhaps it was the fact that he had to travel more often than he even wanted at times, or maybe it was just him, a quality that he couldn’t shake no matter how much he tried. He craved it, he needed it, to balance him out. So, he developed a habit of requesting bouts of time off, that he could dedicate to being at home, just lazing around with her.

Usually, it worked perfectly. She had no problem sharing her time with him, even if it took some adjusting initially. She liked being around her giant guy. Unplugging from the world entirely, except for him. Shutting her phone off, or tucking it somewhere she couldn’t see for a while. It was a modern luxury, stepping away from the technology, and enjoying the company of someone else. Talking to them, and really listening. It was how some of their deepest conversations came about. How they slowly built their trust with one another, realizing that they had found a safe place within each other. That they didn’t have to perform, instead, they could just be. The Swede always had something to chat about, some interesting point to raise about the latest novel he picked up or podcast he had stumbled on. And those tiny little points would lead to hours of conversation, snuggled up in his bed, super late at night, stoned out of their minds.

But there was a first time for everything- and right now, her schedule was biting her in her ass. Her time with Alexander had been next to nothing since he’d been home, and she was aching to see him. But not just see him, she wanted to give him what he needed. It was biting at her, the fact that she couldn’t be as present as she wanted to be, but she was convinced she would make it happen. She would come through, with the S on her chest, and that was her prerogative when she clocked out for the day, mentally drained. Nevertheless, she persisted, heels tapping away at the sidewalk, stopping in at Magnolia Bakery to grab his favorite Tiramisu. The man had such a sweet tooth, it was a shame, but she had a thing for appeasing him, and his naughty little habits included.

She had absolutely no plans of stopping at her favorite lingerie shop, but, it was just few paces down from Magnolia....oh fuck, who was she kidding? Of course she was going to drop in there, she was a well known customer, if we’re being honest, and when did a little retail therapy ever hurt anyone? She opted for a lacy little number that she was sure he would adore on her- a high cut on the hips that would accentuate her waist, with crisp, black lace woven into the edges. The top was much more simple, much more her style. Alexander was the one who liked the bells and whistles when it came to the intimate pieces she chose, it amused him and his eyes lit right up. The top however, featured barely any lace, instead, it was mostly a soft blend of cotton and spandex, which revealed an overly generous, lifted cleavage. A tight garter belt completed the number. Black was beautiful, and always timeless, and she felt anxious to get into it tonight for him, to see his reaction to her curves in the damn thing. As far as she was concerned, she was wearing this piece one way or another, tonight.

She wiggled her key into the latch, finding the the sweet spot and entering the large Brownstone, nestled on a quiet street in the East Village. Work tote straining on her shoulder and hands full of bags, she shut the door behind her with a soft thud. “Hooooney, I’m home,” she yelled out, eager to hear him call back to her.

Instead there was an eerie silence that followed, and she paused in the foyer before slipping out of her heels, still awkwardly holding her bags. She felt a twinge of sadness, the place was inexplicably quiet, and she could feel that he wasn’t there, that he was somewhere else. Normally, the television would be running, or the Bluetooth speaker would be on, belting out some faint Lo-Fi to warm the space up. An incense burning, at the very least, or some sage. But instead, it was radio silence. 

She sighed, taking herself through the arched walk way, the high ceilings she loved so much felt suddenly much lower, more closed in. It dawned on her as she traveled into the sitting room that he might have truly just went out. The couch was perfectly assembled, pillows propped and fluffed neatly, the way she showed him. The throw was folded neatly, and clearly hadn’t been in use today...and still, there was no Alex calling back to her, or emerging from the office, or anything like that.She sighed deeply, taking a second to accept defeat. The bags felt heavier in her hands now, and she dropped them at the foot of the stairs before grasped at the banister to make her way to the bedroom to get out of her work clothes and take a rinse.

**

When she came back downstairs, she was feeling refreshed. The soothing cold shower made her sore muscles feel relaxed again, and she didn’t even bother texting Alexander. He hadn’t texted her, so she figured he needed space, or something. She couldn’t shake him the entire shower, and just stood in there for a while. Stood and wrapped her arms around herself, giving her self a hug, and a pat on the back, her attempt at physically transferring some self-love to her body. She maintained her pragmatic mindset however, and managed to talk herself down. She got out of the shower feeling better, that Alexander was a grown ass man and entitled to make his own movements, as was she. She slipped into a pair of his boxers and a baggy tee shirt, with some fuzzy socks for emotional support. A bottle of wine sounded about right, for this night.

She clicked on the kitchen light, heading to the fridge to put the dessert she had gotten him away, when she saw it. 

(why, thank you for sending this in. stay tuned for how he reacted when he actually finds out about hers, which will be nsfw as shit.)

Very very early on in the relationship. Everyone talks about the honeymoon phase and what not, but you know the...dating phase? Before all the titles, when you’re just learning each other, realizing that you actually like this human that you’ve been seeing often. Maybe you are realizing that you might want to see more of this human, maybe...even, make them your human? 

So, they were out for dinner, seeing each other for a smidgen over a month. It was date night, and Alex was taking her for Italian at Harry’s in Lower Manhattan. The tables there are so tiny, you’re practically in your date’s face when you’re sitting, and it’s loud and packed in there, especially on a Friday night, but that works out well with the tiny tables and all. The lighting is dim, there’s candles, the ambiance just gives...summer sex in Italy. So they’re sitting across from each other and Alex has to shout to speak to her, but they’ve had three glasses of Prosecco, each, and she has had the hiccups for the last eight minutes, so it’s all kind of a joke at that point. And so he leans forward, way past tipsy, licks his lips. 

“I want 9 kids.” 

She was mid chew- but right on cue as he says that, she hiccups, brows shooting up so fast she thought her contact lens came out of place in one eye. Her face stays like that but she covers her mouth so she can finish chewing, and he chuckles like a nerd, clearly pleased with himself. 

“Okay, uhm, there it is?” she added, trying to hide the smile that was creeping up on the sides of her mouth. There was no denying that she was wine-drunk as fuck, right now, and she felt her hands start to sweat a little. The alcohol was numbing whatever reservations she felt, but she still felt herself blushing from his words.

“There it is.” he agreed, cooly. “How does that make you feel?”

“I mean.....doesn’t mean you’re shooting up this gym, sir.” Of course she was going to tease him, she wasn’t going to give up the goodies just yet, even though she was clenching her legs together under the table, because of the pressing heat she felt growing there. Ab-so-fucking lutely, she would give him ten babies, if he wanted, and for a second, and thought she was dreaming. Yet still, she persisted. She took a large gulp of wine to buy her time, purposefully looking away, her eyes on the bar. 

He gaped a bit, but it was playful, he could tell. He tipped the nearly empty glass of wine into his mouth. 

“Gonna let me get them from someone else, then?” it was mostly a joke, there was an earnest conviction in his tone that annoyed her.

Her eyes snapped back to his. “Fuck you. Did I say all of that?” she asked with a small roll of her eyes. She bit her lip, sitting back in her seat, raising her glass lazily to her mouth. She took a small sip before placing it back down again.  She stared him dead in the eyes. “You want boys, or girls?”

“Doesn’t matter. Healthy babies, from the same lady, is cool.” they were having a stare off, weird eye contact that they couldn’t break. He was watching her with so much intensity, still holding the glass to his lips. She felt like he was staking her out, maybe trying to read her, or trying to choose which features of hers their baby would take, and she clenched her legs tighter. “I just...like the thought of one lady having a lot my babies, don’t know why, it’s weird.” he shrugged passively, and for a split second, she had to hold her breath. He was being dead serious, sharing something with her, and it didn’t take a genius to see that. Even her goofy, drunk ass could tell. She had to take a longer sip, before she spoke again, but he was patient with her, he waited.

You never quite got over celebrating with the Skarsgards, even for events that weren’t usually your favorite. You had a tendency to stray away from your own family escapades, unless it was immediate, but with Alex’s family, their gatherings felt natural. And regardless, there was no way Alex would ever let you live down missing something this big. His little baby brother was becoming a daddy. And Stellan was doing everything in his power to plan the most wonderful shower for Bill, because how could he not? Everyone was to be there to celebrate the new Skarsbaby. Honestly, you loved kids, but baby showers, were not your thing. They felt orchestrated to you and you usually had a habit of getting utterly fucked up at them, but for Bill, you would make the exception.

Of course, Stellan Skarsgard was not planning an orchestrated, simple baby shower. The entire thing once again felt wonderfully effortless, yet over the top. The event space was immense, white candles of different sizes graced the floor and delicate, minimal flower arrangements were placed on each table. Place cards were set. There was every type of pastry you could imagine, even a bar to get a hand rolled cigar. Yes, Gustaf tried to convince him out of that, said it wasn’t a wedding, just a shower, for a baby. And that Bill didn’t even want anything that big. But let’s be real, it’s Bill, we’re speaking of here, and he  is having a baby. It was going to be some shade of over the top, even Alex knew that. Everything was some shade of cream or taupe, from the soft linen curtains that hung from tall windows on high, vaulted ceilings, to the three tiered cake that was presented beautifully in the front of the room. The lighting was comfortable, a soft haze and it felt like you were captured in a warm hug when you step foot inside.

“What’s in your cup?” you questioned Valter, pointedly. You had both ended up at the bar, and everyone was mingling around. Alex was somewhere screaming about how Bill is going to dress the baby, probably in fucking sweaters, and what not, Bill is in the crowd, laughing with one of his third cousins and reluctantly being pulled away to socialize with someone else mid conversation. “Ginger ale.” Valter responded without a blink. You narrowed your eyes at Alex’s younger brother, taking a second to try to look into his glass, which he held for you to see. “Are you lying?” you narrowed your eyes at him as you asked.

Honestly, Eija was handing you drinks all night and you were too gone to tell, so looking was no use. “Absolutely. Yes I’m fucking lying,” he said before bursting into a loud laugh from the look of utter confusion and annoyance on your face. You pursed your lips at him a little and punched his arm playfully, but it was too late, you guys were cackling at the bar and gaining a few glances and stares. You two were both too drunk and foolish to notice the two giants approaching, arms around each others shoulders, Bill’s face flushed red from all the talking he was doing and Alex just boyishly excited by it all. 

“The hell you two going on about?” Bill said as the two approached, his arm still around Alex. Normally, you would think it was a beautiful sight, both of them dressed to the nines and color coordinated for the shower. But, the energy was different right now, there was a excitement in the air, and everything felt hilarious. You and Valter paused- looking at the two of them only incited more laughter from the two of you. Bill and Alex glanced at each other, puzzled. “Get your girl, Alexander.” Bill muttered with a little chuckle, their laughter was contagious. Alex shook his head, still grinning, slightly rolling his eyes at you and his younger brother. “She’s had too much, if she’s laughing this hard at Valter’s jokes.”

Eija floated over and joined the circle of you by the bar, in a cream turtleneck dress that hugged her frame perfectly, Aperol Spritz in hand, looking like a supermodel as per usual. “How do you always look so good?” You questioned, and beamed at her, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Valter. “Shhhhh. I love you.” She said bumping her head against yours. “Alex, do me a favor and get my favorite girl a drink, will you, please?” Eija playfully commanded her older brother, giving him a wink, and Alex glared at her and muttered something in Swedish, but handed you whatever the hell was in his cup, even though you didn’t need it. You were about to take a sip when you were interrupted, Gustaf was clinking a spoon to a glass and calling for a toast in the buzzing room, and everyone was quieting down to listen to his speech.