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oceanview || ❝ i must guide my love through the night. ❞

OCEANVIEW II

into the dark, dark, dark.

I’m fighting to save my love somеhow
I cannot feel her by my side
Even in this placе inside my mind CODE BY TESSISAMESS

[ An errant thought crosses her mind, despite how much all of her is in the moment. The Motel staff must be annoyed that two residents are engaging in what is usually considered a night time activity. It almost amuses her to some degree: the cleaning staff hearing the sounds beyond the door in broad daylight. It would embarrass her if not for the fact that when night comes? They won't get this chance. The horrors come out at night and in the dark.

A satisfied smirk plays out on her face at his reactions, both vocal and physical. She wants their choices to be driven by their needs and wants, not necessarily the guilt or concept of righting a wrong. Just... them. With their weirdness.

Then, a huff of breath that could almost be a bashful laugh. ] Maybe smart.. maybe gorgeous. Thanks, though.

[ She looks down at him below her, purposely not bringing them together just yet. Instead, hee fingers gently trail up his arms, elbows, shoulders, neck. Then, they rest back at his sides. She moves forward, lowering her chest to his, but keeping their hips apart. She brushes her lips to his neck then mouth. His beard feels good on her skin, but makes it difficult to kiss his jaw or cheeks.

Even though everything inside of her is begging to bring him in? Jesse wants him to pull them together. She wants him to feel the satisfaction and accomplishment of reuniting them. Maybe it's a strange or even silly idea. But, she can't help but want him to feel that achievement. She's tried so long to wake him up and bring him home. He's tried so hard to get back home... back to her.

« He needs to feel that more than I do. That he can take a hold of something and accomplish it. Do it on his own terms. Even if it's just me. »

She shifts her chest against his, moving up and down in those suggestive moments, but keeps them apart. He just needs a little more. Her head tilts to brush her mouth along what she can of his neck. ]

Lucky? [ She repeats the word breathlessly. Then, she pulls back to rest on her knees, still hovering over him. Her hands trace his arms again before finding his own hands. Fingers curl around his wrists before guiding them up her sides, to her front, and to her breasts. She presses their hands to them and a gentle moan comes from her. Her body reacts instantly by pressing against his hands and her hips shifting against nothing. ] No... we're--I'm lucky to have you... someone who understands the world... who doesn't think I'm crazy...

[ Her gaze softens to him, letting down that final wall. The vulnerability is all in her eyes. The years of loneliness, self-preservation, distrust, paranoia. She guides one hand from her chest up to her face. Then, she briefly rests her cheek in his palm before turning her head to it. Kisses are left to each finger where the callous from striking a typewriter endlessly have formed. ]

Crazy Jesse Faden who can't accept what everyone in the world says about her hometown. Delusional, not attached to reality, unstable, who needs an institution to bring her back to reality... [ Her voice drops to those soft tones again. Her lips brush against his fingers once more as her other hand curls at his against her chest. ] I was lucky enough to find the Bureau... and Dylan... but to find you too? And not just to another random person in the story?

[ She kisses his palm, the inside of his wrist, trying to find what will bring him to that last step. What will make him unwind just enough to let go of his doubts and worries and--in a primal way of putting it--claim her as his. ]

I'm lucky... and I'm not letting you go.

[ If Alan knew what was going through Jesse's mind, he'd have his own contribution to make. Namely that the two of them try to make as much noise as they can, for at least a minute or two. But that's mostly the side of him that's still a little bit of a troublemaker talking.

But as fun as that might be, all Alan really wants is to have time with Jesse... time that's just them. And they're having that time and he doesn't want to waste it on something like that. ]

Not maybe, I know you are.

[ He sounds breathless as his arousal increases but somehow he has yet to drop over that edge. That is, until her fingers trail over him before coming back to his sides. She's leaning over him but their hips are still apart, and he feels the urge to rise up to meet her. Her lips against his neck draws out another moan and his head tips back a little further.

He already came close to reaching his climax once but it seems that with every touch, he gets even closer. The desire to just be one with her is too strong to ignore, so his hands slide around her, starting to pull her back in but not closing the space just yet.

I know we've come this close before. We've felt like this before, but this time... it's different. I don't want to forget it. Please don't let me forget it.

If the memory of this gets washed away by the waves, a part of Alan feels as though he'll know it. He'll know it happened and he'll miss it. Maybe part of him misses the other times they've done this, but there's something about this time that's different than the others.

He doesn't want to think about this as his reward for trying so hard, but maybe that's what it is, if he allows himself to be that sentimental. She guides his hands again over more sensitive areas before coming to a stop at her breasts. He's not sure how much longer he can keep from reaching the peak of his arousal, not that he's holding back for any reason.

With how close they are, she might be able to feel how fast his heart is beating as he takes another step towards his climax. Just the right touch in just the right way should send him into that next step. ]

You're not crazy, just crazy for choosing me, when you could have chosen anyone. [ He's breathing heavily from desire but he still manages to speak somehow. ]

Anyone who ever called you those things can.. can just leave. [ They don't matter. The only thing that matters in this moment is the two of them. ]

I'm never letting you go. Never. I'll fight the story, I'll fight the darkness, but I won't let you go.

[ And suddenly, just like that, he falls over the edge into the release from the building pressure into something that's no less wild and pulling at his senses. His hands curl tighter around her as he holds her even closer.

She's mine. I'm hers. That's all that matters. ]

I'll never let you go.

[ A fond smile replaces the smug satisfaction on her face. He knows, does he? She doesn't feel as beautiful or smart as he seems to believe she is. Just... a person who gets the job done. A job no one else will or can do, but, the job nonetheless. She won't argue with him. He's just as stubborn as her when he's convinced.

She does, however, watch him intently. Each reaction to each movement or kiss she gives him. He seems to enough the feel of her hands almost anywhere, and enjoy the kisses placed to his hand. Maybe even more than her hips grinding against his as she did just moments before. She'll need to remember that. ]

They can just leave, huh? [ A tone of teasing but flirting fills her voice as she kisses his wrist again. She can feel his heart race and it's only matched by her own. ] Good thing they left a long time ago.

[ A gasp comes from her ad he finally brings them together. Her head lowers as she moans quietly for him. With no hesitation her body moves with his, eyes raised to his face as they move. The words he says bring her to the edge, but she holds herself back, moving with him. Working to bring him to that place of ecstacy first.

Maybe it is a reward for making it as far as he has. For being able to return to her.

Jesse presses against him, rocking with him as his release finally happens. She smiles triumphantly, her own pleased sound leaving her as he slows. Her body trembles with her own built up pleasure. But, that idea of him taking control of the situation and playing with her as he sees fit is far too tempting.

She lowers her head before resting it against his forehead. Her breathing is heavy, eyes latching onto his the moment they open. That hunger for him is obvious in her gaze. Not just from her as Jesse, but that almost primal need to be brighter because of him. Louder. More than any other resonance or darkness in the area. ]

Alan... [ Her tones are almost similar to one's he hears in his mind when Polaris reaches out. ]

[ Even if she doesn't feel that way, that's how he sees her, and what he sees makes him believe it wholeheartedly. Well, what he believes in is her and her ability to make him feel... everything. Everything from happiness to contentment to believing that with her help, they'll figure this out. The story will end because they want it to end so badly. He can't see how it'll all end, but maybe she still can. Maybe believing in it enough, visualizing it enough... it'll make it real.

God, I want it to be real.

As for what he likes about her touches, the truth of it is, she could touch him anywhere, do anything to him, and he'd respond to it. Even her hips grinding against his stirred up something inside him, something he thought was long buried. Maybe the reaction wasn't so obvious in his face or in how his body reacted, but he felt it.

His heart is still racing even when that moment of release comes, and his breath comes out in fast gasps as all of his senses feel like they've been dialed up to fifteen. Adrenaline continues to drive him, as does the urge to just let go of everything, of all his inhibitions and just take her.

That hungry look in her eyes only adds to that longing to just give in and claim her. They're one anyway, and if she wanted to take him too, he'd let her. There's nothing he wouldn't let her do, and taking him as hers is just one of those things. He belongs to her already, so why not? ]

Jesse. [ They're so close already, but he leans in more and all but crashes his mouth onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss. After a second, he starts to trace alongside the outside of her mouth with his tongue. ]

[ The story has to end. AWEs can't go on forever. It's just finding out what the trick is to ending it. Each event is different. This one centers around Alan because of the nature of the Dark Place. The way the story flows because of Scratch. The back and forth between the two to come back into this reality and who will be the one in charge.

« I wish it was as simple as just beating Scratch like it is an Altered Item. »

Her eyes never leave his, intently watching all the little things of his reaction. Is he tired? Should they stop here? How hungry is he for her? Does he feel that same almost otherworldly but primal need? Maybe not to be brighter, but to be louder. If so, then, she wants him to do it. Bring her to that point she has brought him. Make her feel nothing else but him.

Her heart pounds in her ears. The name slips out and she feels everything in her curl and tighten. Alan could just say her name and she would come undone for him. Not that he has said it the "magic" way yet, but, he's so close.

Lips crash onto hers and she moans against his mouth. Hands curl in the sheets beside him, entirely melting into his arms. She still moves against him, trying to communicate asking for him to take her. Making sure she is his and no one else's. Her tongue meets his even as her usually controlled movements in everything become more emotional. All most erratic.

She loves him so much that is almost hurts. Not that being in love with him hurts. The idea of losing him like she's lost Dylan, her family, her friends from Ordinary. He's become so much apart of her world she can't imagine letting him go leave it.

Ever. ]

Edited 2024-02-19 02:53 (UTC)

[ Part of the issue is, Alan feels that if the story doesn't end, if he stays trapped in it forever, he won't get what he wants for himself, but then maybe he can steer it in such a way that no one else gets hurt by it, except for himself. Of course, that's dependent on him mastering what he needs to master in order to gain the upper hand, but maybe he can figure that out if he works at it long enough.

But then the other issue remains with Jesse, because he's certain she won't let him go in order to make that happen. She won't accept him being trapped by the story forever.

He frowns briefly and he shakes his head once, temporarily dismissing that idea to the back of his mind. It's something to think about, but not right now. Right now, he just wants to think about them. He just wants to feel them coming together. He wants to feel Jesse as she reacts to his touches and kisses.

He never wants to stop touching her, never wants to be apart from her unless their respective responsibilities demand it. Even then, it's not a permanent parting. Then he knows that he can't ever go for the idea in the back of his mind. He can't have it both ways, after all. No, the story has to end. He needs it to end.

Then it hits him: what she needs is something she can hold onto, if she can remember this after this moment, this loop ends. He needs to make her his. He needs to be made hers. He's done this before, so he's not whole and untouched, but he's never done this with her. Well, he might have once in the loops, but the memory of it is hard to grab onto.

To make her his, he has to remove that last barrier, and with that in mind, he takes that plunge, that step that goes beyond intimate touches and crosses into the kind of connection that should signify commitment: a lasting commitment and bond. At least, that's what Alan hopes for, for the two of them. ]

Edited 2024-02-20 03:52 (UTC)

[ If all of this really is because of him and the cycling of him in the Dark Place? Then, logistically, she can't leave him in the story. It will begin again with a new cast and the AWE will inflict itself on the town of Bright Falls. No matter what way she looks at it--herself or the Director--leaving Alan behind is simply the worst case scenario.

She doesn't notice how he shakes his head or the thoughts that make him go from one to another. All of her attention is focused on them and moving in a way that doesn't cause her head to pound when she moves. She still rests on top of him, moving to try and get his attentioned on what she wants. The little gasp and moans his kisses and hands bring from her can't communicate that.

Something seems to have communicated it to him though because he bridges that final step again. She gasps in surprise, but then melts against him. It signifies in her mind that he's taken control of the moment and she doesn't need to clasp onto it. She can just let go and ride the waves, letting him decide the pace and where they go. How they're positioned.

Jesse still moves with him even as she visibly let's that control go for him. Her head lowers to his shoulder. They've done it before. It feels like a different century and it wasn't the same as this. Still, they've been intimate before, and now it feels as if they're finally back together how they were. Not just as the Director and Writer. ]

[ Of course, Alan hasn't really fully thought it out, but an idea is lurking in the back of his mind. What if he can steer the story in a way that makes him the only character in the cast? Maybe it's a fool's hope, or no hope at all, but if the goal is making it so no one ever gets hurt by the Dark Presence again, that's how it would have to go. But how can he do that? Is it even possible?

Maybe that's just another loop or spiral or whatever the hell it is that he has to go through. Part of him recoils from the idea. He doesn't want to think about that right now. It makes his head hurt and it makes him feel unsettled. He just wants to have this time with Jesse in which both of them are content yet wanting more.

He has to push himself up a little to gain just a little bit of leverage so he can rub himself against her once more without pulling back completely. They already belong together, and they have done this before, although the memories are foggy for both of them. But doing this now, doing it again, is just further signalling how they belong together. How they belong to each other. And as far as Alan's concerned, it means nothing will get in between them again, at least not permanently.

His hips rock again, thrusting a little bit against hers, and his hands curl around her to further stabilize him as he moves. ]

[ Jesse would argue that there's no point in trying to change the "cast." The roles are set, the players on the board. The best thing to do is find out how to utilize everyone to their fullest potential and swing the story in their favor. But, Alan is just as stubborn as she is in different ways. He has to come to the realization and acceptance on his own terms. All they can really do is point him in the direction and hope he follows it.

This all feels like something that has been long overdue. A homecoming. Something cheesey like the soldier at war finally home, or a pair that could never be together despite everything they tried. It's a sentimental thought that crosses her mind, but ultimately the reason why she moves with how he directs them and positions how he wants. All she cares about is him and being with him. The primal sense to make herself louder definitely roars in the back of her mind, but it only adds to the selfish desire already present.

A content sigh leaves her as he positions himself, only to be followed by a moan as he rocks up into her. Jesse adjusts slightly, hoping to bring them more into contact. Then, she tries to keep pace with him. Hot open mouth kisses are placed down his neck, shoulder, hands curling again into the sheets beneath him. At some point she simply lays against him and her hands curl around his body in return.

She begins to say his name over and over, as if each time it's supposed to mean a different word in how she feels. They're probably not needed as he can most certainly garner what emotions she feels by her reactions. They shift a certain way and her back arcs to press herself into him as it all releases at once. She gasps and moans for him, head lowering again to his neck as she pants. Everything about her senses is filled with him, and some part of her mind hopes he once again found his point of no return. It doesn't matter to her that he's had more turns than her. He's been the one stuck in a nightmare for thirteen years.

Eventually her breathing evens and she slumps against him. A shaking hand rests on his chest as she simply lays there. Her head pounds in a good way, but there is definitely no chance in her being able to sit up straight now. The fact should bother her more, but, he could simply roll them over and continue if wanted. She wouldn't mind.

Jesse closes her eyes and presses her forehead to the side of his neck. ]

[ Alan is stubborn, and whether or not he'll admit it, sometimes he can argue. Some might say he likes to argue, but he wouldn't. He argues when he has a point to make, that's all. But lately, he's just too tired to really argue. The energy spent on arguing could be used for other things, anyway.

Other things like reconnecting with Jesse and picking up where they've left off. And they've left off a lot. It really does feel like something long overdue, and if it's cheesy, well- Alan's written and said some cheesy things before. He might not call himself a soldier, but he's definitely been in a fight... a long one. A war is more fitting, probably. Maybe one day the war will be over and they won't have to worry about anything getting in between them again.

She's bringing him to that point of no return again with every kiss and touch, and as she begins to repeat his name, he feels himself coming closer to that edge, to that drop into an abyss of pleasure, of ecstasy. Finally, he gets there, and he feels a swell of that pleasure followed by release, and when she slumps against him, he feels himself go slack as well, just lying on the bed but not letting go of her either. Has she reached her own climax? Her own drop off that hypothetical cliff? If she hasn't, he wants to bring her there too, because she deserves to feel good just as much as he does.

For right now, though, just lying still and touching her is more than enough. ]

[ A shaky exhale leaves her as he relaxes as well. Her body quakes, mind unable to really process anything but Alan Wake in that moment. She has definitely tipped over the metaphoric cliff, now just laying with him in the waters of ecstacy. A content and happy moan leaves her as her head tilts to press a kiss to his neck.

Jesse closes her eyes and lays her head against his neck. She doesn't move to pull them apart just yet. It would be too fast and they've spent too much time apart. Time where they couldn't be together, or time where they didn't realize they were together. Now is just the time to be together as them. The amplifiers of their certain abilities touched by other worldly forces.

She hasn't realized how bright the room is now. Only that it's more comfortable than anywhere else she's been in a long, long time.

It feels like she should say something. What can she even begin to say? The hand raises from his chest and moves to his hair. Fingers slide down his longer hair, moving it from his face and just trying to touch him in some manner. ]

I missed you. Alan Wake. [ « Not the writer who is famous and missing. Him being who he is underneath all those expectations. Just, Alan Wake. » ] This. And you...

[ He just wants nothing more than to relax with her like this. Of course, he likes it when they touch each other and feel each other and love each other, but he also just likes lying with her and holding her. Maybe it's because there's a part of him that's just tired of constantly going and wants a moment to rest alongside someone else, or maybe it's because he's missed Jesse so much that he's content to be with her in any way at all.

When she lays her head against his neck, he places his hand against her hair and lightly twines his fingers through it. Touching her calms him and puts him at ease, and it reassures him to know that she's there with him and at least for now, they're together. He hasn't fully realized how bright the room is now, but it's making him feel... Stronger? More awake? He's not even really sure what he's feeling.

When she moves her hand from his chest to his hair, he lets out an audible sigh of contentment and ease. ]

I always miss you. [ He knows he can say that with certainty because it's fact. ] Even if the story tries to keep me from remembering it, I... I always feel like there's something missing. Someone missing. [ I'm not whole without her. ]

I- [ His gaze lowers as emotion pulls at him, not wanting to let him resist its force. ] I wish we could stay together like this. Always.

[ And maybe one day they will, and it's that "one day" that Alan's trying to hold onto. ]

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