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disclaimer: hints at some nsfw stuff at the end, couldn’t help myself i rambled and i hope you get the feels ♡ thank you for sending me the ask, i appreciate them all.

oh hell. yes, i absolutely remember that interview and...it gave me all the feelings. first of all, it’s so amusing to me that they grew up like that because, america is  so annoying with nudity, well, it’s just fascinating to be brought up and not put so much weight on that, ya know? and, yes, sure, she’s all for freeing the nip and woman’s rights, but damn- she just wasn’t brought up to be comfortable with her body that way. yeah, she’ll wear a cute swimsuit at the beach, but when she’s leaving, she’ll tug on some denim shorts she packed in their overstuffed beach bag, so people aren’t staring, type of thing. and alex is just, so in awe of her, like, he finds it a little amusing honestly, that a creature so beautiful is sort of...shy, in a sense? 

so when they get home that night, from their little beach day, and she strips out of her denim shorts, he watches her silently. thank god they have hardwood floors in the house because shit, it’s sandy and her skin feels rough and uncomfortable, honestly all she wants is a shower. you know that exhaustion you get from a long day at the beach? when your bones feel tired and all you want is a warm shower and your bed? well, alex doesn’t get that. he’s immune to it, honestly, it’s like the salt water does something to him that just...hypes him? he’s refreshed, recharged, ready to go, an a bit too inquisitive, if you ask her- and she’s tired right now, ready to curl up with him and her book. with some tea, that he preferably made. 

“stop staring, sir.” you said through pursed lips, head slightly tilted. 

“but i like looking at you.” he counters matter-of-factly, a small boyish look in his eye.

that earned a little scoff, folding arms across the chest tightly. wanting to cover whatever you could, you glanced down at the denim shorts pooled by your ankles, and for a second considered grabbing them up, and slowly walking off into the bathroom. but, that freaking look on his face made you clench your legs a little tighter, made your insides melt. there was no denying it, you were soft for him. instead, you stood. they say flight or fight, you frequently opted for the third option, freeze.

he saw your little thought process unfold, he was so damn smart like that- and he could tell from your eye movements that you briefly considered putting your shorts back on, and being done with him. but he knew your responses and well, he hated to see his girl uncomfortable. he got up carefully from the bed, to walk over. holding you firmly from behind, his long, golden arms wrapped around your waist, your back against his chest. his body felt so warm, like the ocean water, and he still smelled like sea salt. “your physique. little marks. your curves. your belly. i love it all.” he murmured into your hair leaving a small kiss there. a sigh of relief escaped your lips, if anything was home, it was this. no man could make you feel so at peace with his words- his compliments were more than compliments, they were a soft form of acceptance, and you knew this man loved and accepted you for everything you had to offer him. those flaws that you always wanted to cover up, he had a way of making you feel like you didn’t have to, if you didn’t want to. never forceful, just loving. 

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.