The Agonist claimed Alissa recorded an album with AE behind their backs. Recordings for War Eternal didn’t even begin until around the time The Agonist fired her. *sips tea* But that’s none of my business.
The rain pounded against the windows as Alex lifted you up, hands gripping your thighs firmly, and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels resting on the curve of his lower back. He gasped as you kissed him harshly, your lips dancing a beautifully intricate dance.
It felt like a lifetime ago that the two of you had been together like this. The last time was three years ago before he had left for the war. But now that he was back and alive all those feelings that had been repressed in an attempt to distance yourself from the thought of him had resurfaced with a newfound tenacity.
He held you as he pulled away from the wall, you still clinging onto him, and walked over to the bed the two of you shared. He set you on the bed gently as he pulled off his t-shirt. You saw all the thin lines of scars from some smaller than others, some deeper than others.
For the first time in years, Alex felt like he could finally have a happy ending. Like everything he fought for and everything he fought through was all to get to this moment.
You smiled and slowly took your nightgown off. He groaned, running his hands up and down your sides as you ran your hands through the hairs brushing the back of his neck.
He had yearned for your touch the three years he was away. You were the only thought that kept him going. His hands wound themselves in your hair and lightly pulled it, causing you to lean your head back. He kissed from the base of your neck to your chest. You moaned as he stopped on top of your breast and nibbled gently.
He stood up and removed his pants and boxers in a fluid motion, his half-hard member freed from its constraints. He slowly moved so he hovered above you, before ducking down to capture your lips with his. Your lips reunited as you opened up for him. He ran his tongue along the roof of your mouth, trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts and stopping just below your navel, all while maintaining eye-contact.
All those months spent in the war and he kept going, kept surviving, knowing that when he came back he would be coming back to this.
In that moment he had no recollection of who Vietnam had turned him into, what he had done. He was just there. Struggling to catch the breath that the beauty in front of him stole when you pressed your lips to his.
He lowered his mouth to the apex of your thighs and began rubbing small circles on your inner thighs, his hot breath hitting your exposed core raising goosebumps.
“Alex,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. “Just do some-agh, fuck.” His tongue darted out quickly, pressing against your bundle of nerves, as his hand began to travel further south. Your knuckles turned white as he pushed a finger past your entrance, moving slowly, before adding a second finger.
You clutched his arm like it was the only thing keeping you on earth as you threw your head back. You began to move your hips in sync with his fingers, but he quickly pressed a calloused hand to your hips, holding them still. You gasped, hands gripping the gray sheets. That was all the confidence he needed to move his fingers faster and suck on your clit earnestly. You were writhing under his hand, but he continued to hold your hips down with his free hand. With every motion, every swift movement of his hand, he maintained eye contact. Even with the firm hand on your hips, they bucked, back arching off the bed.
Fire seemed to crawl up your skin and in a flash, you broke. You threw your head back, hips pressing against Alex’s hand. “Alex,” you moaned wantonly.
You greedily inhaled the cool air that had settled around you. He stretched out above you, his head descending to your breast. It took one graze of teeth against flesh and you were clawing at his back. You hooked your legs around him and whimpered as he rubbed against you. “Oh God…” you gasped, feeling his lips meet your neck again.
“Please,” your eyes clouded yet pleading.
That was his undoing.
He grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance. He brushed his lips against your nipple, your neck, your jaw. Finally, his mouth met yours as he slid in. You gasped as you lost yourself in the heat that your bodies emanated.
The feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, your lips on his neck -
That’s the only way he could describe it. The ultimate high. This was a moment where he felt himself, piece by brittle, broken piece, come back together. He watched as you, like a worn tapestry, unraveled before his eyes. Thread by thread, strand by strand, you were coming undone.
And my God was you gorgeous.
He lifted you up, your legs resting on either side of his hips.
You made him feel complete like he hadn’t just spent three years walking around as an empty shell of the man he once was. You made him feel like every bad thing he went through was just a dream.
You tangled your fingers in your hair, tugging slightly, drawing a moan from his throat. You whimpered as he lightly bit down where your neck meets your shoulder. He rasped your name as you ground your hips against him, guiding yourself up and down his cock. You threw your head back, crying his name.
He grabbed your hips firmly, hastening his thrusts until he met his climax, your name coming out in murmured gasps. You cried out, your nails digging into his biceps, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his alabaster skin. He carefully removed himself from you and laid there, panting.
He curled around you like he was a question mark and you were the answer he had been searching for. You turned on your side, facing him and smiled tiredly, burying your face in his neck. “I love you, Alex Summers.”
“I love you too, doll.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his chest.
It was then, he decided, that without you, he was lost. Without you, he was no one.
Without you, he might as well spend the next eternity at war - it would hurt a lot less than living without you.
Kylo Ren: [walking into his quarters, startled] Oh! [clutches his chest] Force, I forgot you guys were here. Oh. [swallowing] You’re…a ginger. Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: [reading a book]Pardon? Kylo: You…I meant, normally when I see you you look like an old man, but today you’re… Obi-Wan: [looking up] Oh, yes. Well I am a ghost, you know. I can look however I want, really. I suppose I did have a bit of a reddish quality to my hair in my younger years, now that you mention it. [runs his hand through it] Kylo: [slightly discombobulated] …I see. Where’s Grandfather? Obi-Wan: [goes back to reading] He’s still sleeping. He was up very late last night. Kylo: [eyes widen] Oh. [clears throat] Look, since it’s just the two of us, Kenobi, I thought I’d get a couple of things clear between us. Obi-Wan: [mildly amused] Very well. Kylo: I’m not coming back to the light side, OK? And I’ll have no more of you trying to…manipulate me into doing what you want me to do. No more mind games. No tricks. Obi-Wan: Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of it. Kylo: These are my quarters, and so we play by my rules. Obi-Wan: Certainly. Kylo: [standing up straighter] Frankly I never even understood why my whole family seemed to be so preoccupied with you. I mean, now that I’ve finally met you and you’re just some…Jedi. Obi-Wan: I agree. I am just a simple man. It is rather silly, isn’t it? [returns to his book] Kylo: [staring at him, subconsciously fixing his own hair] …and really, you know, why would I even want your approval? Or your attention? [scoffs as Obi-Wan continues to largely ignore him] You know – you know what I did today, Kenobi? Hmm? Obi-Wan: What’s that, Kylo? Kylo: [defiantly] I left a sacrifice at the tomb of Darth Bane. And I went to a meeting to talk about the new superweapon we’re building. That’s right – we’re making another one. Obi-Wan: [sincerely] Oh, well, let us hope the fourth time’s the charm, then. [goes back to reading again] [Kylo watches him in silence, and starts to walk away before walking back over to Obi-Wan] Kylo: …and anyways, Kenobi, like, if you were going to try and make me do something for you, what would it even be? [laughs unconvincingly] You know, it’s not like I’d listen to you. Obi-Wan: Yes, I know better than to try and ask you to do something for me. I won’t even bother you for a cup of tea. Though that would be lovely. But I know you don’t care what I think. Kylo: That’s right, Jedi. [glances up at Obi-Wan’s hair again] Anyways. I’m going to go take care of a few things. Obi-Wan: [nods] Certainly. I won’t get in your way.
[Kylo leaves. Obi-Wan smirks to himself as he hears a tea kettle in the kitchen.]