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the expanse: alex kamal

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» WHO? Alex Kamal and You~
» WHEN? After Mike's Meeting up until the August mod plot
» WHERE? All over
» WHAT? Alex just got canon updated and came back to find a lot of shit
» WARNINGS? existential crisis

one. finding his vac suit. open.

It was just routine, by now, for him to go down to the airlock and check over the vac suits - make sure none of them were leaking and that they were all ready to go in case of an emergency. So he was mostly running on autopilot, as he headed down there, but as he walked past the airlock door he caught sight of something through the view port. He stopped dead, before quickly hitting the access panel, the door sliding open.

Inside waited a suit - specifically, a Martian vac suit. He felt like he was seeing things, as he walked up to it. It wasn't just any vac suit, though. It had all the scuffs and scratches and marks as his suit, from the Roci. He touched it carefully, then turned to look at whoever had stopped to see his surprise, and said, "I ain't sure I should be askin' any questions, but damn. This is mine. Have they had this the whole time?

two. finding the rest of his gear. semi-closed to roci crew / close cr.

He didn't want to leave the vac suit in the airlock - wanted to get Amos to take a fine toothed comb over the thing - so he carried it back to the shared quarters. He set it up in a corner, fussing a little bit, when he spotted something in the bathroom.

"What the --"

He found the little tray of cucumber sandwiches, and pulled them back out into the main room. "What the hell am I even lookin' at?"

A little while later, with a surprised sound, he found his clothes folded up, and changed into his Tachi jumpsuit and shirt, immediately feeling more comfortable once both of them were on. There was another shirt, too, which seemed more like Bobbie's size than his, and an extra communicator in his pocket. Whenever either of them wandered into the room, he'd hold out the item and say, "Think this one is better off with you."

Later, he'd find the bottle of gin in his toilet, and almost laugh as he pulled it out. He knew exactly where that was going. He pulled out his communicator and pinged Miller with the message: Got somethin' for you, gumshoe.

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[ OOC: Ask me for a prompt, or feel free to see Alex wandering around in his new digs, or in his suit about to take a test trip out the airlock. He disappeared for 48 hours before this, so feel free to ask where the hell he's been. ]

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Bobbie just stays where she is, pressed against him. Some of that urgency has waned now, and all she wants is to memorize every inch of him, to lose herself in him for as long as she can manage. This kiss is different in some way she can't quite name, but it makes her heart pound and her head swim, and for the moment, nothing else matters.

She's so caught up in it that she doesn't even think to complain, and when he rolls his hips up, it catches her off guard and sends a shiver up her spine. She gasps, her free hand gripping his shoulder as she starts to move with him.

Her gasp makes a surge of arousal flood him, and he shudders, cock pulsing inside her. He raises a hand to thread into her hair - thicker than it ever looked when it was pulled back and pinned tight - drawing her back down to his lips. Not quite as careful, this time, the pure need starting to edge in on the awe. But he slowly rolled his hips upward each time she lowered herself, and he swore he felt like he was sliding deeper every time.

He moaned her name into her mouth, completely losing himself in her. In how much he'd needed her - needed this - and how much he'd been denying it--

She feels him twitch inside of her, and whatever remnant of thinking ability she had left utterly dissipates. Bobbie loses herself in the motion of his hips, in the pure sensation of him moving inside of her, and then he says her name like that and she's certain she won't be able to hold on much longer. She can only manage a moan in response, her grip on him tightening as she kisses him back, hungry and rough.

She isn't the only one close to the edge - he'd felt like he was about to teeter off it even before they began, and her moan nearly sends him careening off it. His grip on her thigh tightens, as does the hand in her hair, and he tries to slow himself down.

"Christ, Bobbie," he breathes, "Keep that up an' you're gonna kill me--"

She has a feeling he's going to try not to finish until she does, but at this point, she doesn't care. Bobbie reaches for his hand, sliding it up to grip her ass, then pulls away from the kiss to press her lips against his throat, instead. "Good," she manages, voice strained.

There was a wealth of distance between what he wanted to do - which was make Bobbie feel as good as she possibly could - and what he was capable of doing. Especially after she guides his hand to the curve of her ass and he grips into it like a life line, pulling her down a little harder against him and nearly coming right then and there.

His head rolls back with a groan, baring his throat for her, as he slows his thrusts considerably. He can't help it. She feels so good - so perfect - and he's utterly overwhelmed.

He slides his other hand out of her hair and down between them, rubbing his fingers against her clit as he slowly rocked, and he could just feel the hard length of his cock brush his finger tips as it slid deep inside her once more.

"Oh, Christ... Christ, Bobbie, I can't-- You feel so good--"

He slows down and she's tempted to pick up the pace, if only to hear that groan again, but then his hand slides between them, his fingers working her in time with his thrusts, and it feels so incredible that she lets out her own soft cry, considerably more desperate and needy. That sensation is all she can focus on, so she just buries her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing far too quick and shaky. Her hand, still holding his, tightens on his wrist in a desperate attempt to anchor herself, but it doesn't work. She wants to beg him not to stop, but all she can get out is a breathy, half-whispered "Alex, please."

Her whole body tenses and he gasps, his cock throbbing hotly. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take her cry, or the roughness of her voice, or how much he loved her or how perfect she felt or the way she whispered his name, the way she begged--

He let out a sound that could almost be called a whimper, his orgasm already slamming into him as he started to thrust up into her with quite a bit more urgency, trying to gasp out a warning but only getting as far as her name, as he emptied himself inside of her, roughly grinding his fingers against her with every sporadic, needy, thrust.

That whimper is the most perfect sound in the world, she thinks, at least until he gasps her name, and she's certain she can't possibly feel any more overwhelmed until he cums inside of her. His rhythm breaks down and she's so, so close, heart pounding and breathing faltering, and it's his fingers against her that finally sends her over the edge.

She cries out again, too far gone to even manage his name, her fingernails digging into his wrist as she shudders around him, her mind going blissfully blank.

Her entire body rippled and gripped him in waves, and his spent cock was so sensitive that it was almost painful, but he rode it out, still grinding his fingers against her, her grip on his wrist probably hard enough to bruise but he didn't care. He didn't care about much of anything.

He weakly thrust through the waves of her orgasm before finally giving in to the exhaustion and sinking into the bed. His eyes closed, breath heavy and panting, and he could feel his cum sliding down the length of his shaft from where it was buried in her body.

"Bobbie...." He moaned, eyes sliding shut. His fingers finally stilled against her but didn't pull away.

Bobbie can't bring herself to move. She can't bring herself to do much of anything expect press a soft kiss to his throat as her grip on his wrist eases. She doesn't want to pull away just yet, maybe not ever. He says her name again, and this time it just makes her heart flutter with affection, and she smiles, her hand sliding up his arm. God, he's perfect.

She can't quite catch her breath, so she just stays where he is, lips brushing against his skin when she murmurs a response. "You're amazing."

His heart is still going a million miles a minute - though it's starting to slow down - and he's pulled from his groggy exhaustion by her voice. He can practically feel the flush of warm run through him - affection and something near to pride. He feels the smile pull at his lips, unbidden.

He doesn't say anything - words lost to him, for a moment. Instead he lazily brings a hand up to gently caress her cheek, and then with two fingers very gently try to get her to raise her head, leaning in to press a warm, slow kiss to her lips as soon as she was in range. He smiled against her mouth and murmured.

"Don't even hold a candle to you."

She kisses him back, soft and affectionate, her fingers brushing gently against his beard. The compliment makes her laugh, and she shifts, resting her forehead against his. What an Alex thing to say.

"Didn't realize it was a competition, sailor."

There's a part of her that wonders if Alex really doesn't get it—how impressive and kind he is, how her attraction to him is magnetic and utterly overwhelmingly. She should tell him, she thinks, but her mind is so fuzzy she knows there's no point now. Later, she tells herself as she sneaks another kiss.

"That's cause I know better to compete," he murmured, the humour warm in his voice. But the exhaustion was there too. Even if exhaustion wasn't the word.

Content.

He felt fucking content for the first time in- hell, as long as he could remember. He pressed another lazy kiss to her lips, but his eyes were getting to heavy to even stay open.

"Remind me to tell you how beautiful you are, when I ain't two seconds from passing out," he murmured, smiling.

That makes her heart start fluttering all over again. Maybe the romance angle does work on her, or maybe it's just that it's coming from Alex. Bobbie finally shifts, pulling away from him gently so that he slides out of her, and then she's immediately pressing close again, settling her head against his chest. Content is a perfect word. For now, the rest of the station might as well not exist.

"I think that counts," she says quietly, her arm wrapping around his middle.

He groans softly as she pulls off him, already limp and far too sensitive. As soon as she settles in against him he lets out a happy sigh, and before she's even finished her sentence, he's out like a light.

A little while later he slowly comes back to the waking world, and the first thing he noticed was the weight pressed into his side. His memory was instant, and wonderful, and he couldn't help but think about it for a few more minutes before slowly leaning in to press a kiss to Bobbie's forehead. That was the same as a hello, right?

It counts, although all it gets him is Bobbie stirring slightly and then burying her face in his shoulder. She's awake, sort of, but she's certainly not ready to be, so it takes her a moment to respond. Even when she does, she barely moves away, her voice half muffled as she peeks up at him.

"Hey."

He can still barely believe he's here at all - with Bobbie in his arms - and her muffled voice just makes his chest swell with affection.

He lazily brushes hair from her forehead, gazing down at her with unbridled affection. He let his knuckles graze her jaw.

He should probably say something else, but he was so content at the moment that he found it impossible to move or speak, and could do nothing more.

Edited 2018-08-24 05:34 (UTC)

Bobbie closes her eyes again, smiling contentedly. There's no way in hell anything is getting her out of this room, let alone out of this bed, anytime soon. She shifts and leans up, pressing her lips against his gently.

"How long did you let me sleep?"

"Absolutely no idea," he admitted cheerfully, his smile soft and lopsided as he traced the edge of her face with his fingers. "You can go back to sleep if you want, I just woke up."

His fingers paused, swallowing as his heart felt too big for his chest. There was a lot he wanted to say - a lot he wanted to ask - but he didn't know where to start and probably shouldn't just start babbling. Especially if she was going to fall asleep on him. So he waited.

She grins, turning to press another kiss to his fingers. It's impossible not to notice the way he's looking at her, so blatantly affectionate, and it makes her heart skip a beat.

"Nah, I'm okay."

He's never been able to hide his feelings, even when he wished he could. They always just sort of poured out of him, regardless. But right now he wasn't even trying to hide just how happy and content he felt.

"Alright," he murmured, and that was all he could quite bring himself to say for a while - the rest of it all jumbled up in his chest with an almost painful warmth. Eventually, however, the quiet affection of the moment relaxed him to the point where he could actually manage to string a sentence together.

"... Think maybe I should wear that suit more often," he murmured, a gentle tease.

Bobbie laughs softly, propping herself up on one elbow so she can look down at him. "The suit was just an excuse, Alex." Although he does look very good in it.

"I may have gotten that impression," he admitted, sounding both amused and fond. He let his fingers trace down the length of her arm in slow, lazy strokes.

There was the slightest pause as he turned the words over in his mind. He wet his lips, watching her face.

"I also got the impression that this might be somethin' you're interested in on a more..." He trailed off, looking for the word. Official? No. Christ, he was no good at this-- "... regular basis," he finished lamely.

She's a bit taken aback by that—to her, it seems obvious. But then again, it sounds like his relationship with Talissa was a bit of a nightmare, so maybe Alex needs someone to be more blunt with him. He might get caught up wondering about the details too much otherwise.

"Yeah," she says gently, leaning down to sneak a quick kiss. "I thought we were on the same page about that. It's not like I'm looking at anyone else."