buck who has theo living with him now, which means all of his time and attention has been on keeping that kid alive and out of trouble as much as he possibly can. it means he hasnt gone out on a date in he can't even remember how long, probably not since the married couple. and i think he probably hasn't had sex since them either, because he doesn't really do the whole casual sex thing these days, and even the married couple was kind of an outlier, one off (well, two off) dip back into that pool that he very much decided was not for him to swim in. so it's just been him and his right hand for months â well, him and his right hand and whatever he's got in the bottom drawer of his bedside table.
anyways. buck already wasn't really getting any before theo, but after theo he really isn't getting any â not even from himself either. it's just, he's so busy and he doesn't really have any alone time anymore. his showers all have to be quick so he doesn't leave theo unsupervised for too long, and by the time theo is in bed and asleep for the night, leaving buck blissfully alone for the first time all day, he's too tired to do anything but flop facedown into his own bed and pass out.
and i'm just picturing one night theo drops off a little bit earlier than usual â maybe he was up early or he played extra hard today or whatever. point is, he conks out like an hour or two before his bedtime and buck is like đ and buck, well, he does plan to like. use this time to get off. because it's the first time in forever he has the chance to and he's not going to squander that.
so, he's heading back to his room after tucking theo in, and he's closing his door, and he's crawling into bed and that is right when his phone starts to ring and it's eddie. calling buck at the end of the day because he and chris were planning to spend it with pepa and so they were kind of mia, and buck hasn't really heard from eddie all day. but eddie promised he'd call him, and maybe buck forgot, but now his phone is ringing and it's eddie so of course he picks it up.
and it starts out totally normal, buck asking after pepa, eddie telling him she's doing good, she said to say hello to you, she sent eddie home with enough leftovers to feed a small army and even gave him an extra tupperware with strict instructions to pass it along to evancito next time you see him, dear. and then of course eddie asks after theo, which is sort of the first domino here, because asking how theo is gets buck talking about how he fell asleep early so buck got a few precious extra "buck time" hours that he'll actually be awake to indulge in and eddie's like oh yeah? sounds nice. how're you gonna spend em? (the aside from talking to me is very much implied lol).
and buck goes perhaps a little awkwardly quiet for a moment and eddie's like buck? didn't lose you did i? and buck huffs a laugh and goes no. no i'm here. and eddie's like so? your plans? and buck's like well i mean. i was gonnaâ i was thinking about, y'know. taking advantage of it. the, uh, the alone time. and eddie doesn't catch on at first, and buck has to be like well, it's kind of been, uh, like, a long time. since iâ y'know. had some alone time. or some not-so-alone time. yeah that's beenâ even longer. and it clicks for eddie and he's like ohhh and then is like really? and buck is like yeah and eddie's like how long? and buck's like not since, uh, since we went out. and then he quickly tacks on with ravi because "since we went out" sounds so. it sounds SO. and eddie goes really? and buck scoffs and is like you sound surprised and eddie's like no yeah i guess i am. (he is also very pleased to hear this, but is doing a much better job of masking that). and buck's like yeah well. life's beenâ life's been busy. and eddie's like yeah i guess it has. and like that kind of should be the end of it. like. this conversation has already sort of crossed over into slightly uncharted territory, because like they DON'T make a habit of talking about their sex lives with each other. but here they are. talking about it. eddie is actively asking about it, even. and the thing is â eddie keeps asking about it.
the conversation should have ended there, but eddie goes wait so does that mean you havent evenâ ? and buck feels his cheeks going warm as he coughs and admits no. not really since theo joined the picture. i havent exactly had a whole lot of time for that. and eddie's like no yeah thatâ that makes sense. just. and he hesitates. but before buck can ask just what eddie's going justâ that doesn't drive you crazy? being so.... pent up? (and the thing is it does, but also buck's a lot better about abstaining. like he doesn't particularly enjoy it (unless he is purposefully edging himself, in which case he very much does enjoy it) but he can go without and like. not start to break down and stop functioning. but eddie on the other hand... well. if he's not getting off regularly he kind of loses it a little bit. even just a quick, perfunctory jack off in the shower will do the trick â often does the trick â if he doesn't have time to indulge a little more (which he has only recently really started to embrace. finding his joy, right?)
BUT ANYWAYS. because of this eddie is kind of like woah bc he doesn't think his head would be screwed on as straight as buck's seems to be right now if it had been that long since he touched his dick period. and it's late at night, and they're talking over the phone, so things seem more... anonymous, even though it isn't actually anonymous, but there's something about not being face to face, and they're already sort of toeing the line, and it's getting blurrier and blurrier the deeper this conversation winds. and then eddie's asking like would you have gone out tonight? if you could've. if someone took theo for you. would you have wanted that? and buck's like idk maybe. and eddie's like where would you have gone? and buck's like maybe this one gay bar in weho. and eddie's like a gay bar. so you'd be interested inâ picking up a man? tonight? that's who you would've gone for? and buck goes there are women at gay bars, eddie. then there's a pause. then buck goes but yeah. i thinkâ i think i probably would've. gone for a man, i mean. and eddie starts asking about this hypothetical man. what does he look like? is he tall? what color is his hair? does he buy you a drink? ask you to dance? and it's all moving simultaneously so quickly but so slowly towardsâ this.
buck is for sure hard in his briefs at this point, turned on and kind of confused but also not wanting to shatter this moment, whatever it is, whatever has possessed eddie toâ to ask all of these specific questions, and in that low, rumbling voice of his. he's not putting on a voice, buck doesn't think, but he also doesn't sound the way he normally does. and it's, like, really working for buck. right in his ear. if he closes his eyes he can pretend that eddie is here. close enough to whisper it into his ear himself. and yeah eddie's asking him about this hypothetical guy and it's mostly innocent enough. or, not innocent but there's a certain degree of plausible deniability in his questions â until he asks would you let him suck you off in the bathroom? and buck almost bites clean through his lip clamping his teeth down on it to hold back the moan that threatens to burst out of him. and he didn't even realize that his hand had crept down his stomach, trailing down his lower abdomen, dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs. he hadn't quite wrapped a hand around himself yet, but it was a close thing.
and then eddie asks that question and he keeps asking questions. would you let him suck you off in the bathroom? or would you get on your knees for him? would you kiss him first? or maybe after? would you let him touch you? get a hand down the back of your pants? you keep lube in your wallet, don't you? would you get it out? let him use it? get his long, thick fingers inside of you? maybe his cock too?
and justâ they fall into this, into phone sex, because that's what it is, phone sex. and before he knows it buck's got a hand wrapped around himself, hardly doing any of the talking as he lets eddie's voice fill his ears, spinning this filthy fantasy just for buck. and then buck's coming and eddie's murmuring that's it, that's it, good buck, so good. and then there's a hitched breath, a stuttering, harsh exhale and a quieter grunt from the other end of the line andâ oh. oh. that wasâ eddie got off on it too. on his story. on the thought of buck, with some other, made up, nonexistent guy, but buck nonetheless. maybe even on his sounds â he real ones buck couldn't hold back anymore and let spill across the line between them.
and in the aftermath it's quiet for a minute or two, as the clouds start to part, the crazed, dazed haze of horniness and too long since the last time the pipes were cleared, so to speak. and buck is the first to break the silence. he chuckles a little awkwardly and goes hah, uh, thanks. and eddie lets out a chuckle of his own and goes yeah uh. sorry. i hope that wasâ okay. and buck is like no that wasâ that was okay. that was definitely okay. i, uh, i really needed that man. (he is definitely wincing at that slipping out, man, really Buck?) and eddie's like yeah, sure, anytime. and the thing is â the way he says it, anytime, it almost sounds like a automatic response. like it just slipped out because that's what he usually says when someone says thank you. but. anytime. god. it's so tempting. buck doesn't know if he means it like that or not. but â that's a question for another time.
they end up wrapping the phone call up not long after that. but this â the phone sex â oh, it is only just the very beginning.
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シ ⢠author's note ⎠just thinking horny thoughts about caleb. fem reader.
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He starts by rubbing his hand over the puffy mound that sits cutely in your panties, the gusset growing wetter with each rub against your clit. You buck your hips against his fingers, desperate to feel more of his intoxicating touch.
"Nuh-uh... I'm takin' my time, pipsqueak. She deserves all this attention, doesn't she? She's been so sweet and patient for me."
He lowers his head, kissing and lapping desperately at the nectar pooled in your panties while he grinds his cock against the mattress.
He quickly gets you out of your panties and runs his thick fingers slowly up and down your slit, making sure to tease your aching clit a little extra each time.
"Not one protest, huh? Do I make you feel good, baby?" he asks as he dips a finger into your honied cunt. "Let me hear it," he coaxes, fucking his finger right against the sweet, gummy spot nestled in your walls while his thumb circles your clit.
Your vision is starry and all you can do is babble his name. "Ca- hah! fuckâ Caleb!"
He grins pridefully. this was everything he ever wanted and so much better than he could have ever imagined. "If my fingers are makin' you feel this good... I gotta admit, I'm dyin' to see what a pretty mess you'll be on my cock."
I just wanted to announce to the Tumblr crowd that I just dropped the last chapter of The Light and the Shadows That Shape It on Ao3! If you're new to the story I have the info below!
Title: The Light and the Shadows That Shape It
Pairing: Rolan/Tav, Rolan/Reader (Y/N not used)
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 4/4
Word Count: 6,379
Summary: After escaping a dark past, Rolan finds healing in Ramazith Tower as he reconnects with his siblings and discovers a deepening bond with Tav, learning his feelings for her are not as one-sided as he thought.
Hey bylers, I wrote y'all a fic!! It's specifically (sorta) based upon this post by @weder789 and @mikewheelerlovesmen, so if y'all wanna go read it, please check it out!
1.9k words; rated T
Summary:
Willâs cheeks are still pink, but heâs not pulling away. Mike thinks heâs about to die, a little bit. He starts tugging Will into a sort-of circle, trying to move with the beat of the music and not the rapid hammering of his heart. He canât help but stare some moreâlike a foolâwhen Will catches his eye, lost for words. Mike thinks he could spend forever staring into Willâs eyes like an idiot. Suddenly, Wil bursts out with, âLike a river floooows, surely to the seaaaa!â
Willâs voice is more laughter than melody and heâs grinning, flexing his hand against Mikeâs shoulder and doing some weird shimmy-dance-thing. Mike blinks, startled, and then laughs. âDarling so it goes, some things are meant to beeeee!â he tosses back, singing only marginally better than Will, though heâs not aiming for good. This is so much better than algebra homework, and he wants to bottle up the warm, fluttery feeling in his chest so it never fades.
Summary: After risking your life to save a victim, Alex shows you the comfort you need. Soulmate AU. Covers a square for @prentiss-theoremâs bingo!
Warnings: Typical BAU case talk, mentions of violence. Hurt/comfort. Slight angst.
A/N: I just thought Alex Blake deserved her own Soulmate AU, so I wrote one. Iâd absolutely love to know what yinz think because I got SO carried away while writing this. But, I am happy with how it turned out. As always, feedback is always appreciated! Thank you<3
Word Count: 3k
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âWhat were you thinking?â Hotch gritted through his teeth, clearly trying not to lose his temper entirely. You knew he was more frustrated than angry, and you supposed he had every right to be. Instead of heading back to the precinct to wrap up an excruciating case, you were sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, nursing a fresh oxygen tank, drenched and freezing. âWell?â
âOh, that wasnât rhetorical?â You quipped, moving the mask away from your face. âFigured it was a nice evening for a swim,â dripping in sarcasm.
âThis isnât the time.â Hotch snapped, rolled his eyes, and shot you a stern look. You werenât having it, though, wishing until you were at least dry to reprimand you. You looked at him, disgust washing over you.
âWell, I was thinking about the unconscious, tied-up, redhead Nichols tossed off the dock, when none of the women in the county missing reports had red hair! He abducted her this morning, Hotch, she hadnât even been missing long enough to file a report!â
âYou unnecessarily risked your own life to ârescueâ a dead body from fourty degree water,â he barks back, not thrilled with your response. âThe ME said she wonât be able to verify it until the autopsy, but sheâs almost certain the victim was dead before she hit the water. Your decision was reckless and uncalc-â
âAnd what if she hadnât been?â You interrupt. âWhat if she had still been alive and she drowned, huh? What then?â You knew you shouldnât have been pushing his buttons like you were, but then again, he came in swinging. âI watched him toss her in the river and reach for his gun, Blake and I fired, and when he went down, I dove in after her. You may disagree, but I would do it again without hesitation.â You stood firm, reminding him that you were not the inexperienced agent you once were.
âIâd rather have river rescue only looking for one body as opposed to two. Get some rest. Wheels up at 8.â
You watched Hotch as he walked away and stopped to talk to Alex. Alex. She witnessed everything. She was still somewhat new on the team, but the two of you clicked instantly. You could listen to her talk about everything and nothing, for hours on end, and be simply enthralled every second. And though she was older than you, you had a lot of mutual interests. You also thought she was beautiful. For a moment, you wondered if she could be your soulmate, but that thought was quickly forgotten when you reminded yourself that she was married, and that almost no one actually finds their soul mate. You knew you werenât lucky enough to be the one in a million. Besides, you and Alex had been working in tandem for the past month, and though you canât recall specifics, youâre certain the two of you have touched at some point in passing, and you lacked a soulmark.
Dylan Nichols, the unsub, had been one of the lucky ones. His luck, however, ran out when his soulmate had an affair, left him, married the other man a few months later, and moved to Prague. Heartbroken and enraged, Nichols began abducting and murdering surrogates. Six of his seven victims had similar physical features to his estranged soulmate. The seventh woman, Anna, fell victim to his very rapid and extreme escalation. It was an exhausting case, and though you donât enjoy having to play the role of executioner, you knew this was probably the best outcome.
âYou look cold,â Alex said, catching your attention and breaking your train of thought, raking her eyes over your visibly shivering figure. Without another word, she held up a blanket, unfolded it, and wrapped it around your shoulders. âHere, I found this in the back of the SUV. It wonât dry your clothes, but it should help keep the wind off you until we get back to the hotel.â She smoothed out the blanket where it was lying on your shoulders, allowing her hands to linger for just a moment. She would be lying if she said she wasnât struck with terror when you jumped into the river to save the victim. Even though it was spring, the water temperature was still near freezing. It was close to midnight if that hadnât been enough, meaning the ordinarily murky water was pitch black.
âThanks,â you said, grinning, trying not to focus too hard on Alexâs lingering hands. She was gentle, but firm. Possessive, almost. You examined her face as she took a seat beside you. She was trying to hide the worry, but you could see right through her. âYou think Iâm an idiot, donât you?â You asked, preparing for her to lecture you just like Hotch.
âI think your dedication to your job is admirable,â she said, her gentle tone did not falter, âJust donât make a habit of scaring me like that, okay?â She grinned, one hand still on your shoulder. Whether or not Alex would admit it, the physical contact was grounding her after the intense showdown with the unsub. She cared about you, she reminded herself that you were okay. âIâm going to go start the SUV, get it warmed up for you. Finish up with the paramedics and we can head back to the hotel.â
âYouâre too good to me, Blake,â your chuckled, cracking a small grin, âThank you, seriously. Iâll be there soon.â She smiled at you for a few seconds longer before she stood up and made her way to the car. You smiled as you covered your face with the oxygen mask, thinking only of the warm SUV (and Alex Blake) that awaited you.
~
The paramedics released you shortly thereafter. Alex drove you back to the hotel, but not before she stopped at the convenience store a few blocks away. You had been so lost in your own thoughts that you hadnât realized you stopped. You didnât even realize the car was in park until Alex closed her car door and walked into the store without a word. When Alex returned, she placed two small, styrofoam cups in your respective cup holders.
âWhatâs this?â You asked, picking up the cup and soaking in its warmth.
âI figured we could use some hot chocolate. You especially. Itâs shitty convenience store hot chocolate, but itâs what I have to offer at the moment,â she said, âWhen we get back to Virginia, Iâll make you the best coco youâve ever had.â
âBe careful, Blake,â you joked, âYou may end up stuck with me at this rate. Thank you, I didnât realize you were a world class hot chocolate chef.â Not that that was the worst thought in the world, spending the rest of your days with Alex. You imagined they would be filled with domesticity: Sunday grocery store trips, evenings in bed reading the same book (youâd buy two copies, of course) and comparing notes along the way, and people watching on the front porch together while you had your morning coffee. It felt easy, existing with Alex. She brought you a peace that only existed with her, and it was unlike anything you had ever known. Such a stark contrast from the day to day chaos of your job.
âYou think Iâd mind?â She asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. âAnd I have to keep you on your toes somehow. The recipe is from my mother-in-law. Apparently James used to love it as a kid, but lost the taste for it as he grew older.â James. Right. The husband. Jealousy washed over you, and you quickly reminded yourself that she wasnât yours. You didnât understand how you formed such a connection with Alex in the month she had been with the BAU, but you felt drawn to her from the moment she walked into the bullpen. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and when you heard her voice, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. You wouldnât say you were in love with Alex, but you were falling for her. There was no denying that.
You wondered if James was her soulmate, if she had a soulmark that beautifly painted her skin. It wasnât something people talked about very often, many not even believing in such a thing, because of itâs rarity. You werenât sure if it was appropriate to ask either, so you opted to stay quiet.
The ride back to the hotel was silent. You were too lost in your own thoughts to hold a conversation, and Alex could tell. This was a behavior you hadnât exhibited before. She hoped you were just exhausted and that you hadnât been traumatized by the evenings events, though she knew it was fueling your thoughts. She didnât want to pry, but she was worried, so she parked the car and spoke up. âWhatâs on your mind, Agent?â She lightly teased, hoping it would help you open up, âAnd you canât tell me nothing, because I can tell itâs something.â
âI guess,â you paused, wanting to provide a coherent thought while still being vague, âItâs the whole soulmate thing. I guess I just think itâs a little fucked up the universe handcrafted the perfect other half for every single person on Earth but couldnât even make the bond between them unbreakable.â
âI supposed Iâd have to agree with you,â she replied, pulling into the hotel parking lot âI also think itâs a bit cruel that the chances of finding ones soulmate is as low as it is. At least give people a chance.â You chuckled at her sentiment.
âIs James your soulmate?â The words are out of your mouth before you can even begin to debate asking her. Your eyes go wide and your stomach twists into a knot. Panicking, you manage, âFuck, you donât have to answer that. Thatâs super personal and I shouldnât have asked.â Alex didnât seem to be phased by your question, though.
âNo, heâs not. And thatâs okay,â she smiled, âBut, secretly, there is a part of me that hopes I do someday.â
âMe too,â you replied, âEver since I was little. Iâve always remained realistic about the odds of it actually happening, but I allow myself to dream a little.â You chuckled for a moment before lifting your styrofoam cup and pushing it towards Alex, âHereâs to dreaming, cheers.â Alex lifted her cup, bumping it into yours with a laugh.
âCheers.â You both take hefty swigs of your now lukewarm hot chocolate before heading into the hotel for the night.
~
Conveniently, you had been bunked up with Alex for this case, so she was able to ensure you made it to bed safely. She walked you into the hotel room, her hand at your lower back, guiding you forward.
âGo take a warm shower and get out of those wet clothes. Youâll feel much better, trust me.â She took the blanket from you as you unwrapped yourself, and placed some fresh towels in your hand. You felt your eyes begin to well up and burn; the care she was showing you was unlike any youâve received before. You felt safe and loved. You quickly turned your head to try and hide your emotion and made your way to the bathroom.
âThank you again, Alex. I hope you know how much I appreciate your kindness.â you said before closing the bathroom door and clicking the lock.
Finally.
You were alone. Tears began to stream down your face as you looked at your reflection in the oversized bathroom mirror. You looked like hell. You were damp, muddy, and cold to the touch. Your lips, though returning to their normal pink, were still a light shade of blue around portions of their perimeter. All in another days work you think to yourself. You open the door to the walk-in shower and turn the water on to let it heat up. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you began to remove your soiled clothes. Once your shirt and slacks were off, you made your way back over to the mirror to check for any cuts or bruises. Amongst your dirty form, however, sat two golden yellow and orange hand prints on either shoulder.
It canât be. You stop dead in your tracks, unsure of what to do next. Instinctually, you rubbed your hand over your shoulder, trying to clean the print off, but it wasnât working. Then you jumped into the shower, thinking the hot water and cheap hotel soap might do the trick. Of course that didnât work, ruining your hopes it was just a sick prank or some sort. They were your soulmarks, and Alex was your soulmate. You knew instantly, remembering how she covered you up earlier. There was no denying it. Now you were faced with the task of telling her. You know it isnât something you can hide forever. Panic takes over you. You know she wants to know who her soulmate is, and she deserved that, but you also know that she wouldnât choose you. She said it herself, James wasnât her soulmate, but she was okay with it. A knock at the door grabbed your attention.
âEverything okay in there?â She yelled,â Youâve been a while. I just started to worry, thatâs all.â You hadnât realized how long you had been in the shower, and now you felt guilty for keeping Alex up so late.
âAll good, sorry, Iâll be out in a few.â You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry off. As you walked from the shower to the bathroom sink, you realized you forgot to grab your pajamas, so you were going to have to face this head on and nude. âFuck,â you whisper to yourself. You looked back at your now clean reflection, admiring the marks on your shoulders. You couldnât help but smile. Though you knew it would hurt like hell, you knew Alex deserved to know the truth. You took a deep breath and made your way into the room.
Alex was sat on her bed, hair pulled back in a clip, glasses hanging low on her nose, reading the book she usually saves for the plane ride home. She looked beautiful. You enjoyed this image of Alex for a moment longer. âAlex?â You said softly, drawing her attention away from her novel. She looked up at you and smiled. Her eyes flickered to each of your shoulders and then back to your eyes. Wordlessly, she placed her book on the nightstand, followed by her glasses, and stood from the bed. She slowly made her way over to you, never breaking eye contact. You were frozen in place, thoroughly studying her face. She didnât seem to be upset in any capacity, nor was her emotion negative. She seemed curious and, dare you say, excited? The tightness in your chest loosened and your face flushed red.
Once in front of you, she paused for a moment before slowly raising her hands and placing them on your shoulders, perfectly covering your soulmarks.
âI knew it,â She whispered, smiling softly as tears prickled her eyes. âI knew you were made for me.â She moved one hand to cup your cheek, while the other remained on your mark. Alex had thought once or twice that you might have been her soulmate. There was no denying the connection she had with you, nor the attraction she felt towards you. And though she didnât talk about it, she knew her marriage to James was over before she even started at the BAU. She cared about James, yes, but the two had grown apart over the years. She loved him, but she was no longer in love with him. You, however.
âIâm not sure what to say,â you replied, your smile wavering slightly. She was everything you wanted, but she was a married woman and your colleague, no less. You knew what you wanted, but you werenât sure she would want the same. Would she think you were worth it? Alex noticed your hesitation, and pulled you closer. Her grip on you was possessive, as if she feared you would vanish from her arms.
âTell me what youâre thinking, sweetheart.â You melted at the sweetness in her voice
and her choice of nickname. You would do anything she told you to, and that was a fact. âI need to know whatâs going on in your head so that I can help.â She was so gentle. You knew if she rejected you it was going to hurt like hell and you didnât want to risk losing a great friend.
âI donât want to lose you, Alex. I know this changes things, but youâre too good of a friend to risk losing. You donât even have to tell James. If you donât have a soulmark already, I just wonât touch you and itâll all be okay. But, I would be lying if I told you it wouldnât hurt me. I care about you so much.â As you choked out your thoughts, you felt yourself begin to cry, but you didnât stop yourself. Alex felt her heart breaking. âI wasnât even going to tell you. I was going to try and hide it, but then I remembered what you told me in the car, and I didnât think it would be right. Iâm so sorry, Alex.â
âSweetheart,â she says, interrupting your rambling, âHold me.â
âWhat?â You werenât sure you heard her correctly.
âI said,â she enunciated, closing the already small gap between the two of you, âHold me. Please.â She grabbed ahold of your wrists and slowly wrapped your arms around her body. Your hands settled on her back knowing her soulmark would appear, and you pulled her close anyway, not that she could get much closer. You relaxed at her touch, as her hands returned to your shoulders and she rested her forehead against yours. âI want this,â she said, âUs. You and I against the world.â
âAlex,â you paused, âAre you sure? You have a husband and a stable life. Iâm just me. This doesnât have to mean anything if you donât want it to.â
âIâve been falling for you since the first case we worked on together.â she jumped in before you could get another word out, âI donât think Iâve been more sure of anything. Besides, only an idiot would pass up a life with their other half.â She smiled and you followed suit. You were shocked that she felt the same, considering it seemed all odds were against you. The two of you stood in each others arms there for a few minutes, basking in the love and excitement of the moment, before you broke the silence.
âAlex?â You asked.
âYes, sweetheart?â
âKiss me,â You said. And without hesitation, Alex cupped your face and her lips were on yours. They were soft, like the fluffiest pillows money could buy. You fit perfectly together. No other kiss had ever felt anything like it, and you could tell Alex was pouring her heart and soul into it. You knew she was trying to tell you that this was real for her. You didnât need much convincing though. Breaking the kiss, you smiled at Alex, and she smiled back.
âLetâs get some rest,â she whispered. And you did, better than you probably ever had before, thanks to Alex. She had fallen asleep laying on your chest with an arm around your waist. When you woke up the next morning, she was still in the same spot. You felt whole knowing that you had she wanted you just as you wanted her. Though you didnât like to think about the future too much, in that moment, you knew there wasnât anything you couldnât do with Alex by your side.
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But Bill doesnât say no, how can he? Heâs been conditioned by his mother and father to help whoever he can, whenever he can. So he holds his palm out and hoists the other up, their hands lingering together for a little longer than either of them are comfortable with.
âIf I die tonight, if this murderer happens to get me too, itâs your fault.â