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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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She shrugs, taking his hand and settling it back on her bare waist, pretending to consider that warning as she does. "That's what I'm going for, yeah? Something tells me you don't mind."

He hand spreads over her bare skin, thumb trailing along the cord of muscle that dilineated the edge of her rib cage, and he stepped in closer, shaking the armoured bracers off his other arm, eyes completely on her face.

"I'm about as far from mindin' as is humanly possible," he admitted, his voice a low, quiet rumble at the back of his throat, before he pressed in close and stole a deep, determined kiss.

That tone in his voice makes arousal curl low in her gut, but before she can answer, his lips meet hers again and all she can really manage is a soft, pleased noise. Her fingers find the tab at his collar, and she manages to undo it with only the minimal amount of clumsiness. He's not the only one getting distracted, apparently.

His hands move down onto her hips, fingers sliding under the fabric of her jumpsuit to ease it further down, sliding it down her thighs. He lets them drop, the fall oddly slow for anyone not used to .3 gee gravity, but perfectly normal for him.

He breaks the kiss mostly to breath and partly so that he can get the plating off his other arm, and start trying to wiggle out of the suit itself.

Bobbie frowns instinctively when he pulls away, at least until she picks up on what he's doing, and then she reaches to help, unzipping the suit and tugging it down. "Out of practice with these, huh?" she teases, a bit breathless.

"Look, usually it's Amos strappin' me in and the mood's a bit different," he replied, though he was too pleased to really make it sound chastising.

When he managed to get halfway out of the suit, dangling at his waist like a discarded carapace, he reached out to cup either side of her face in his hands and pull her into another deep, longing kiss.

Bobbie kisses him back just as hungrily, hands skimming along his sides as she presses close. There's still half a suit of armor between them, but even just this level of skin to skin contact is intoxicating. She trails her fingertips along his spine, pulling back just for a second.

"Hope you aren't trying to hint at something."

In his defence, it was so far from what he was thinking that it took him a full ten seconds to register what she meant by him hinting at something, and then he snorted a low laugh.

"No, I ain't."

Her fingertips make his skin prickle, a shiver running up his spine and he wets his lips, leaning in as she pulled back but only so he could press his forehead to hers.

"I definitely ain't."

He unbuckled a few random straps at his waist and the rest of the armour sort of crumpled into a heap at his feet, before he stepped out of it, and by doing so, stepped in against her.

She grins, though she's utterly unable to formulate a response when he steps closer. Bobbie presses her hips into his instinctively, knowing she should probably wiggle out of her own clothes, but finding that she can't bring herself to pull away. She sneaks another kiss, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't picturing anyone else."

She meant Amos. Jokingly, and it was an amusing joke, but he couldn't help the way his mind flickered back to Talissa. To the divorce documents he had only just signed.

To the fact that he hadn't thought about her at all, during this, and that he didn't even feel guilty for not having done so. Maybe he'd feel guilty later, but at the moment?

At the moment he couldn't think about hardly anything besides how grateful he was. And how amazing Bobbie was. Everything else just... Didn't really matter.

So his smile softened even as he reached out to help with the rest of her clothes, and murmured lowly: "Don't even think I'm physically capable of that, at the moment."

That shift in his smile, subtle as it is, makes her heart skip a beat. She knows how much of a romantic he is, but this is all still new enough that it still catches her off guard.

Bobbie finally pulls back enough to let her jumpsuit fall to the floor, then tugs her bra off and tosses it aside. She lets her lips brush against his softly as she answers. "Yeah, I know how you feel."

Oh.

Despite the fact that it had already felt pretty real, there was a shift as she let her bra fall, and there were a few seconds where Alex was treated to a full view before she pressed back agains him for a kiss. He felt his blood quickening, felt the already tight shorts around his waist get tighter. He let his hands rest on her hips, though they moved up a little, tracing along the bottom curve of her ribcage and over the taut muscles of her stomach.

He smiled against her lips, his bear scratching at her chin as he did so.

"Out of observation or experience?" He asked, a low teasing rumble as he hooked his thumbs into her underwear and slowly pulled down.

She shivers, hips rocking forward again even as she tries to pull his shorts down over his hips. It's not the most graceful attempt, but she manages it. "Experience," she replies breathlessly. If he doesn't think she's just as smitten as he is, she doubts he's paying attention.

It wasn't that he hadn't been paying attention, exactly. More that he had been extra cautious not to assume her feelings. Especially with six months of memories overlaid on his ones here, mostly not conflicting but certainly confusing. Bobbie had said she needed time to think about it, and so she'd gotten it, unequivocally. Even after she'd kissed him again, he'd been careful not to assume more than a field test.

To be happy with it.

But even his cautious heart wasn't quite able to mistake the tone behind that word, or twist it's meaning. He was suddenly flush with an intense, deep emotion, one that he couldn't voice despite the fact that for the first time he thought that Bobbie might share it, too. But he couldn't shatter the illusion for himself. Not yet. Not for a few minutes, anyway.

He was okay with letting himself believe she loved him, for a few minutes more.

Grace isn't required, as her body moving against his pulls a groan from his lips into her mouth, and his hands slide under fabric to grip her backside and pull her in more closely against him, making it even more difficult to get at his clothes, but she still managed anyway. His arousal is quite obvious, even though it was wedged between them as he held her against him, finally sliding the last remains of fabric down her hips.

Love isn't quite where she is just yet—she's more realistic than Alex is. That doesn't change the fact that he's her best friend, and that she's entirely certain she could get there someday. Beyond all that, all of this has felt right, and now that she's not concerned about him having misplaced feelings, she's entirely willing to just enjoy it. He makes her happy, and that's all she needs right now.

He groans and she kisses him hungrily, savoring the press of him against her, trying to memorize the sensation. She's too distracted to be of much help when he slides her shorts down, but she does manage to kick them off as her hands grip his hips, pulling him closer.

Self delusion has never been something he found difficult, especially not when all his blood was running south and his cock was doing 90% of his thinking for him. He kissed her again, longing and deep as he slowly ground his body against her. After a few seconds, though, he pulled back, slipping a hand into hers and then gently tugging it to get her to follow him to the bed.

His cock was incredibly hard, jutting out at a nearly obscene angle - but he forced it to tuck down a little as he sat on the edge of her bed and then tried to pull her down to his lap to join him.

The movement coaxes a soft moan from her, and by the time he pulls back, she's out of breath. She follows him readily, straddling him when he tugs her down, and when she settles, she rocks her hips against him, slow and unintentionally teasing.

'Unintentional', sure, he would believe that for a whole second as he groans, pulling he into his lap. It's a sweet sort of torturous ecstasy and he rocked his hips in time with her.

"Bobbie..." He murmured, almost a breath, and no other words followed. As if he had to say her name, outloud, for it to be real. He ducked his head, pressing lips to her collarbone, his hands sliding up her muscled frame until the found far softer flesh, slowing and teasing as they finally found her breasts. He groaned again, open mouthed against her throat as he slowly began to let his fingers knead into her supple breasts, the feeling making his aching cock twitch and arc under her, straining to rub against her as he rocked.

( He was determined to be patient. )

Bobbie has never had much patience, but she's absolutely planning to take her time with this, delighting in that slowly building friction. That lasts about until he says her name, making something inside her ache, and then his mouth is on her throat and his hands are on her skin and she can't remember why she thought going slow was a good plan at all. She shudders, one hand slipping into his hair as the other grips his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. She grinds down on him more firmly, gasping as she shifts.

"Are you going to keep teasing me forever?"

Pot calling the kettle black, maybe.

The bite of pain in his shoulder did nothing to diminish the building urgency - if anything, it spurred it. Bobbie had - through no fault of her own - been present for a lot of the times that he'd been Terribly Wounded and Had The Shit Kicked Out Of Him, so she and pain tended to line up even if she wasn't the one who caused it.

This, though, was different. This was the sort of pain that he instantly craved more of, that made him groan against her throat and made his hands grip tightly.

"Think we're a ways past teasin', Gunny," he murmured, his voice rough, grating against the back of his throat every time she ground against him. Murder? This was murder. Pure, beautiful, definitely going to see him dead, murder.

He let one of his hands slide to the small of her back, pressing her spine towards him to force her to arch it - just a little - so that he could lean in, pressing scratchy kisses to her chest as he trailed them downwards.

Bobbie laughs unsteadily at that, though it cuts off with another trembling gasp as his lips work their way downward. There's a brief second where she considers just pushing him back against the bed and riding him, and the idea is excruciatingly tempting, but he wants to go slow, so she'll give him slow, even if it kills her.

She closes her eyes, taking a moment to lose herself in the rough sensation of his lips against her skin, body going tense with anticipation. When she pulls back, it's only barely, just enough to slide her hand slowly down his chest and stomach, until she can wrap her fingers around his shaft.

He lets out a low, ragged curse, pressing his face against her chest as he tries to keep himself from bucking right up against her.

"Bobbie," he says again, and it's far closer to a plea than it was a minute ago, his brain shorting as she touched him. Christ, it had been a while. This was going to kill him.

He gains his faculties back enough to get himself to move, beard scraping over her skin before his lips found the peak of one breast, before he mouthed at it, tongue lapping before teeth drew her nipple into his mouth.

Before his hand snaked down between them as she gripped him, his hand sliding between her legs.

She takes in a shuddering gasp, back arching when his mouth closes over her breast. Every time he says her name like that, every time he touches her, she loses a bit more of her self-control, and when his hand slides between her legs, she doesn't bother trying to be polite. She just rocks herself against his fingers, letting out a quiet moan at the sensation. For a second, she can't focus on anything else, and then she remembers herself enough to stroke him with her hand, the rhythm slow and deliberate, at least for now.

If he'd had a single doubt left in his mind, it disappeared completely as he let his fingers coax her open, as the evidence of her own arousal made them slick. The logical, rational side of his brain had left the building, and all that was left was a rising urgency and need, spurred on by the tight, wet heat that clenched around his finger as he slowly pressed it into her.

His cock throbbed in sympathy, twitching in her grasp, though her weight on his thighs kept him from thrusting into her grip. Christ, he needed her.

He slips a finger inside her, and she squeezes her eyes shut, suddenly unable to think of much at all except her need growing into a deep ache. His cock twitches against her fingers and whatever patience she thought she was exercising disappears completely. He might not consider this teasing, but she can't stand waiting anymore. She lets go of him, both hands going to his shoulders as she gives him a gently push, her voice ragged and breathless.

"Lie back."

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cw: sexy times though I should have marked this a while ago

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

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