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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

[ 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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