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oceanview (different path) || ❝ turn the page i need to see something new. ❞

a different path,
the same road.

When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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No... I don't think it does. If it did, wouldn't it have been here already? All she'll tell me is it's something bad. Something hostile. Not like her.

[ His next comments cause her to pause. Eyes widen by a fraction. The look that crosses her eyes seems to be something like embarrassment, or along the lines of being shy. She's never done something like this. Well, she's kissed and touched. It doesn't feel the same to when Alan kissed her or touched her.

« It... it almost feels like trust when he kissed me. Not just him trusting me, but I trust him too. I know that's weird. But... »

She gently moves her fingers under his shirt again and brushes along his skin. A certain thrills rushes up her spine when she does. Not along the lines of doing something against the rules or testing boundaries. It's more like the rush has the emotions connected to it of finally. Which also hardly makes sense to her as they've only known each other a handful of days. Nothing about it makes logical sense.

« Is... it supposed to make sense? Or, is it just something I'll never understand? »

She hopes not. She wants to know why it feels this way around Alan Wake. Why it feels like gravity itself pulls her to him with an actual force. Why she's drawn to him other than the fact he's very good looking. It doesn't feel like the story. The force comes from inside her and swells until it demands to be dealt with.

She hopes he isn't acting and reacting this way because of the moonshine. It should be more like when they first held hands and kissed...

Her head tilts back slightly while her eyes drift down to his lips again. The thought echoes in her mind again that there are too many layers keeping them apart. How close do they need to be? How many layers gone? No real answer comes to her mind other than the drive to just have them be removed. Hands move to brisk along the edge of his shirt and hoodie--asking if they should move down this path. If that is really what he wants or if it's because of the moonshine. ]

Alan... [ She trails off from asking the questions out loud. ]

Edited 2024-05-21 16:32 (UTC)

Yeah, you're right. Then we have to keep it out somehow; I mean, I can't keep it out, unless... That's a crazy thought, isn't it?

[ He's trying to write his escape, but maybe he can write in something to keep the darkness from entering. Maybe he can do something that works with Polaris's abilities. Or maybe he can't do anything at all. It's something he's never even considered before now.

He watches her reactions, noting how her eyes widen and a look that he interprets as shyness crosses her face. He doesn't want to push her if she isn't ready or wanting his advances, but he wants to let her in and be let in, but only when she's ready.

She reaches under his shirt and fingers brush against his skin again and he doesn't attempt to stop another pleased shiver in response to her touches against the sensitive area. It leaves him wanting more, and his back arches and he instinctively presses himself closer to her as if searching for more.

His own emotions are in overdrive and he feels a longing to just touch her and be touched. Her fingers ghosting against him are almost causing his head to swim, and part of him wonders why. When was the last time he and Alice were intimate like this? Maybe it's been longer than he thought. Maybe Jesse's awakening desires and feelings that have been dormant for a long time.

He reaches for her and his hand comes to a rest against the side of her hip, and his own hips shift to press against hers. The moonshine is making his head spin, but the actions are his own. He wants this. He wants to feel her.

Her hands brisk against his clothes, the layers that he wears, and he knows what she's asking. She says his name, trailing off at the end of it, and that just spurs him to do what they both seem to want. He reaches for the edge of her shirt near her shoulder, fingers lightly tugging on the red flannel as if testing whether or not she'll let him slide it off her. ]

What thought? [ Eyes narrow slightly as if trying to discern what he means. ] What are you thinking of doing?

[ « Whatever it is? We can't let him do it on his own. »

Polaris might be able to help with something that could bring this story to an end. Maybe help save his wife. Or, maybe, they're just here to help keep the darkness out? Jesse can't really tell. Polaris won't say either way. The whole situation makes her feel... directionless. Not in control. Boxed into a role she doesn't quite understand.

Jesse watches him closely. Why does she feel so hesitant? That pull is inside her wanting to be closer and be more than just an... assistant, or whatever role she is supposed to be. Still, something inside her holds back. Fear? Uncertainty? Has she forgotten how to trust someone? Or... is it because she's unsure if this pull to him is from her or something else?

They've known each other a handful of days. Somehow it feels like so much longer. The events that led him to her door, out into the woods, the coal Mine, the clinic, and now to the farm. They should be strangers at worst. Allies at best. Yet, she feels this need to kiss him, touch him, let him touch her and make her feel... accepted? Wanted? Cared about? Why Alan Wake of all people? He's a famous writer with martial problems. It couldn't be only because he's wrapped up in forces that come from other worlds--can it? Or is that a small fraction of it?

"You can be important if there's the right connection. And maybe I'm wrong, but I think you two have that connection."

Jesse glances to the side. Could that really be it? They're connected through some sort of thread or event or something she can't understand? Why can't she understand it?

"Maybe let him in and he'll let you in."

« Is--is that it? I don't know how to let him in? Anyone in? I'm... I'm afraid that if I let them in they'll... »

They'll disappear or be taken away like Ordinary.

"Somehow, I just know... he'll choose you. You and him- you'll see each other as home. You won't want to let go of each other."

She looks back at him, eyes meeting his the moment his hand rests on her hip. The timid look is in her gaze, but something else as well. A question she can't truly put into words to voice outloud. Though, he is a writer. Maybe he can read her and know what she is saying without the words leaving her. Not like a mind reader... just someone who can understand her without the words.

Her body shivers at the contact of their hips. She inhales sharply, feeling that same wave fill inside her when they kissed at the coal Mine. It only continues to build as his hands move over her clothes to settle on her shoulder. Asking if he can remove it.

Her gaze softens to something vulnerable and a little unlike the young woman he has seen the last few days. Another wall lowered, but the last one remaining up no matter how much she fills that desire build in her. One hand moves up to his face, fingers resting on his jawline with the back and forth moving on inside her. The question remaining in her gaze for him to answer:

Can you show me how to let you in? ]

I'm thinking that I'm already writing to end the story, so why not try and write something to stop the darkness from getting into our world? Maybe it won't work, but maybe it will. Maybe it's not possible, but what if it is?

... Do you think Polaris could help me figure out how to do that? Would she even tell me?

[ He could see how maybe Polaris wouldn't want to share information with him, even if it was relayed to him by Jesse, and so he half-expects Jesse to tell him that's stupid. Impossible.

To Alan, it feels like it's been so much longer than just mere days. Of course, there's so much he doesn't know about Jesse, and of course he'd need more than days to really get to know her, and vice versa. Still, he can't help but think that he doesn't want to lose her, to go their separate ways, as strangers do. In his mind, they're not strangers, even though they have a lot to learn about each other.

The things she feels a need to do are things he feels he wants to do with her and to her as well. Kissing, touching, making her feel loved... Somehow, he knows she needs that. She needs to feel wanted. Is it instinct? Intuition? Guessing? He doesn't think it's a mere guess. ]

Jesse?

[ His voice has dropped a few notches into something deeper. Desiring, maybe. Trying to lure her in... but not in a negative way. He just wants to get closer to her, to get to know her better.

He sees that look in her eyes and notes the timidness of it, and that tells him he needs to move carefully: slowly, but surely too.

With these realizations in mind, he rocks his hips against hers once more, and then the hand at her shoulder slides the sleeve of her jacket down, leaving just her shoulder bare. He pauses, eyes moving to meet hers and asking wordlessly if this is all right with her.

His other hand moves to finger the edge of the tank top she wears as if testing whether or not she'll let him slide his hand beneath it as she did with his.

A question forms in his eyes too as he looks at her: Is this what you wanted to know? ]

[ Jesse pauses then. ] The story doesn't have an ending?

[ « That means we can change where this story is going. We could defeat the Dark Presence. Save his wife... make it not a horror story anymore. I thought the ending was written. That we had to change it. But, now... » ]

If she tells me something, I'll let you know. I can't promise anything.

[ It feels like they're not strangers. Some sort of comradery or ... something. She doesn't know the word to use. Everything feels as if they should know each other and should be allies. More than allies. It just doesn't make sense. The feeling isn't the story. So, what is...

Her heart skips a beat at his deeper tone. It pounds. If he wanted her drawn in further? He's made it work. She leans further into him, eyes locked, fingers curling into his shirt and brushing along his jaw...

His hips rock to hers and she shivers in his hold. The flannel slides down her arm. Eyes remain locked on his even as his hand moves to the hem of of her tank top. More and more of her wants to rock against him. She does want him, to be close, to be intimate. She wants to indulge in that feeling inside her and... belong somewhere in the world. Somewhere that the weird is known and accepted.

She can see the question in his eyes. Her hips press to his in an attempt to answer. Letting him in ... is it really that easy? Just saying yes? ]

Edited 2024-05-26 09:24 (UTC)

It does, but stories can be edited, right? That's why editors exist. Maybe I can put in my own edits into the story and make it different. I don't see why that wouldn't work.

[ He feels confident that he can alter the story somehow in order to make it work for him. To make it work for them. ]

Maybe we can change how the story goes, and write a new ending. Maybe I'm just being desperate, but I think it will work.

[ There's a connection between them. It's a connection he barely understands, but he feels something pulling him towards her, and it's a pull he's content to follow. The how and why behind the connection doesn't matter; he feels drawn to her, and she seems drawn to him in turn, and that spark of connection is enough for him.

She leans further in, and he takes that as encouragement, and he very nearly slides his hand beneath her tank top, to cross that invisible barrier that she seems to be welcoming him to move past. Should he do it? She isn't leaning away from him or pushing him away, and yet something still causes him to hesitate.

Then he feels her hips press against his in return, and his gaze searches hers. He finds his words then, and he asks: ] Is this all right with you? [ He just needs that confirmation, as if hearing it will help with putting any hesitations to the side. ]

So, like a new draft? [ Her eyes narrow in thought. She was never the best at writing stories or anything like that in school. Of course, she still remembers the process. It's more hoping she understands what he means more than anything. ] Then... we need to get you to where you can edit the story. Not just when, but where you can.

[ Polaris shifts and Jesse gives a small nod. ] I think she agrees with that.

[ « It's just hard to tell of that is the right move. There's so much of this story I don't understand. » ]

We can focus on that as the next move.

[ Though, she finds herself not wanting to think much about that. The morning brings the story which means focusing back on saving Alice Wake. It's the goal, the point of the story as Alan wants it to be. She just doesn't want to think of it as it drags those feels of having no place with him and a set role to follow back. Those feelings are far from what she wants to focus on when he's touching her and speaking in lower tones.

Jesse inhales for a moment. The question is simple, but the answer is harder to say. It's clear in her eyes and the way she's leaned against him. How she has to keep pulling her eyes to his from his lips. Fingers move from his jawline to his lips fingertips ghosting over the lower one. That pull wants to feel him against her and kiss her. Make her feel nothing but him.

Yet, he needs the vocal confirmation.

She forces herself to exhale. Then, nod. That's not good enough. The lump in her throat is swallowed. Her voice comes out softer than she intends, but the answer is clear for him. ]

Yes.

Yeah, exactly like a new draft. There might end up being several new drafts by the time I'm done, but that's all part of the process. Huh. I never imagined I'd end up having to tap into the writing process like this, but- hey, it's one of the few things I'm good at.

It has to make sense, though. Like, I know what ending I want, and what I'd like to put in, but it can't just be slapped into the middle just like that. It still has to fit together, like how a puzzle fits together.

Honestly, all I want to focus on is this. Us. Being with you. I wish that's all we needed to focus on. I wish we didn't have to worry about stories, or darkness, or anything but being together.

[ He sees her nod, and hears her verbal confirmation, and that's all he needs. He leans in, even though there's really no room to lean in, and he presses his lips squarely against hers. ]

Edited 2024-05-27 05:56 (UTC)

Well... you wrote this story, right? "Departure." Even if you don't remember it. You've already used the writing process. I guess now it's just the next step. [ Jesse pauses and then looks back up at him. ] It has to do a lot of different things. It's not going to be easy. I think. I'm not a writer... just, you know. Guessing.

[ She feels her cheeks flare red. That jarring fact that he's still married claws at the back of her mind. He should be focusing on saving his wife, regardless of the state of their marriage. Alice Wake should be the priority. How is this fair to Alice at all?

Then, she pauses in her mental thoughts.

« Does his wife care at all if he's moved on? Did she move on already and that's why they're getting a divorce? »

The thoughts come to a stop as soon as he kisses her. In fact, she stops all together. That familiar bolt runs through her. The piece of her she doesn't understand seems so loud then. Her eyes slip close and she presses her mouth to his. Her hand slides around to his shoulder and the other bunches into the shirt underneath his hoodie and tweed jacket. She presses against him. Almost as if she's trying to find the frequency they shared before at the coal mine. ]

[ Alan huffs out a laugh, because he's surprised at how easily she's accepted that he's written the story, even though he has no memory of it. ] I mean, it has my name on it, so that counts for something. It's just insane to think of writing a story and forgetting doing it, but- well, we know things going on here are pretty insane.

[ For just a second, a flash of doubt shows in Alan's eyes. The story does have to do a lot of different things, and he's not the greatest writer who ever wrote anything. Maybe Stephen King could do this, but he's not him. ]

I don't know if I can make this happen, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try. [ His determination might be wavering by the slightest amount, but it's still there. He won't give up already. He can't.

She stops, and he pauses for a moment, but it doesn't seem to him that she's stopped because she doesn't want this anymore. But maybe it's too much too soon, and- oh. Her mouth meets his again and he can't stop himself from pressing his lips onto hers.

Instinct is mostly in the driver's seat now, and Alan's letting that instinct take him where it wants to go. He feels like he's already letting that frequency, that spark, whatever it is, direct him, and it's guiding him to keep reeling her in even closer until there's nowhere else for her to go but completely against him.

He wants to be something solid that she can hold onto or rest against if that's what she needs, and so he pulls her in, little by little, being mindful of their shared kiss and not wishing to break it too soon. But if they do break apart, he's certain they'll find their way together again quickly. ]

It's real. You can't deny what's real and right in front of you. [ Jesse says it as if she's defending why she believes it. She's collected pages from it per Polaris's instructions. What happens on them really happens. ] Maybe there's a reason you don't remember. Maybe you had to forget. We might be able to help you remember somehow.

[ Then, Jesse's gaze focuses. ] You can do it, Alan. If you can write this story and all the Alex Casey stories? You can change the ending.

[ He pulls her closer, and Jesse responds. She presses against him entirely. Hips meet again and this time she shivers in his arms. She rocks against him, trying to find that shared frequency they were on before. It is namely on her, and she is more than aware of it. She's the one with the walls, paranoia, mistrust...

Jesse tilts her head upwards ever so slightly. Then, something clicks. Some movement reminiscent of their first kiss ripples through her. She synches with him. Practically melts against him. She moves to deepen the kiss. ]

Yeah, I know. It's real, all of this. Maybe you're right; maybe I need help remembering, and you and your friend can help with that. I know how it sounds, but maybe you're supposed to guide me to the next thing, and to the next thing after that, until the story is finished.

[ I wonder if that's the reason why I met them. Why I felt like I had to go looking for her, to actually talk to her. Could she and her friend be the key? Or am I just wanting them to be important because I don't want to do this by myself? How do I know that I did this for the right reasons?

He feels like it's one of those things that he just has to believe in and trust in, as cliche as that sounds, but he knows he's always been a little bit cliche. ]

Can I really? I knew what I was doing with the Casey novels. I knew what the beginning, middle, and end would be. I guess if I actually read this story and get to really know it, I can figure out how the ending needs to be changed. How to make it all fit together.

Maybe I can do it. Maybe.

[ He feels her respond, and he senses the moment that it all seems to click with her. He feels her, feels her rocking herself against him, but more than that, he feels that they've joined each other on some otherworldly level. Maybe it's all in his head, in his imagination, but somehow, they've transcended to a world that's theirs.

He moans against her lips as she deepens the kiss and his desire and arousal both seem to rise as well. His back arches, and his hand moves to twine itself in her hair. He wants this, and he doesn't want to let this go. ]

Polaris might help. She doesn't always give answers or... even the answer you want. I thought this would get me closer to Dylan, and it's something else entirely. [ Her eyes flick upwards to his again, hoping to communicate that she doesn't regret coming go Bright Falls. ] You wrote it which means you can change it. We can go over the manuscript in the morning. Maybe we can find something to help that way.

[ Everything swirls in uncertainty for her. Why she feels the way she does, what part of her it is that pulls her to Alan Wake. What she does know is that she feels wanted. That she has a place with him. She doesn't feel insane or crazy--but normal. A weird sort of not-normal.

Even... no, she won't say that word. There's no way that they could have those sort of emotions for each other after a few days.

His moan seems to echo almost through her entire body. A similar sound leaves her, lighter, quieter. He presses into her and her fingers press back into him. They work to find their way back under his jacket, hoodie and shirt. Though, any progress she would of made stops when his fingers weave themselves into her hair.

Jesse relaxes entirely against him. Almost as if she is giving him permission to proceed however he wants. ]

Why would she help me, though? She has no reason to help me, or do anything involving me. And- and I think even if you asked or told her to or whatever, I don't want that either, because then it's like she's forced to do it. I don't even know if that's how she works, but what's the point in forcing her to do it? [ He stares at her for a moment, a sudden worry coming to mind. ] What if it's my fault you didn't find Dylan, or a lead about him? What if I distracted you?

[ He searches her eyes then, trying to find something to reassure him that he hasn't ruined her plans and further endangered her brother. He doesn't see blame or anger there, but he still can't help but worry.

That is, until she makes a sound similar to his own and he feels her press herself more into him, as her hands work their way beneath his layers. She relaxes against him, and although he momentarily relaxes as well, he feels something urging him forward, urging him to take control and lead them both to... to what? To going all the way? Is it too soon for that?

He rocks his hips against her again, adding a little experimental pressure and an equally experimental grind. He doesn't want to come on too strong or too forcefully, but he can't pretend that he doesn't feel desire for her, a desire that's growing by the minute. ]

You're tied to this thing trying to come into our world. Something she finds as her enemy... I guess she would care because of that. I don't think it's the same kind of care that we think it is. More like... allies. Maybe? [ Jesse pauses. ] I know she didn't bring me here to find Dylan. She brought me here to help stop the story.

[ A sound almost like a hum leaves her at his hips pressing into her. Grinding. That feeling from before returns--wanting to indulge in nothing but him. The way he makes her feel. It's lighter, stronger, brighter. None of the words make sense but they are still the ones that come to the forefront of her mind.

She shifts slightly, laying on her back and pulling him along with her. She gently pulls his bottom lip between hers before breathing his name against his mouth. Her breaths are short and heavy, torn between catching her breath and kissing him again. Hands move from his back, up his sides, and to what she can touch of his front. Fingers brush over the zipper of his hoodie. She can't help remove it with them literally pushed together, but she also doesn't want to part.

Green eyes open to find his. Hazed with a sort of wonder but also growing desire. Also, a question of how far they should go--how far is he willing to bring her along? ]

[ He opens his mouth to say something, but the words seemingly become overridden by a greater desire, a more... carnal one, if he had to put a description on it. He follows after her when she pulls him along, and a well of arousal rises when she pulls at his lip before she says his name. The touch of her hands sends shivers up his spine, and he presses himself against her more, shifting his hips against hers and moving them up and down once before his eyes snap to hers when he sees them open.

There's a question in her eyes, and it's one he already has the answer to.

His hands slide down to her hips and then to the front of her pants, and he hooks his index fingers against the waistband of her pants and gives a short, experimental tug. ]

[ He moves up and down. Another gentle moan finds it's way out against his lips. She can feel him at her hips. A wave of emotions strike her then that she's certainly not used to. Desire, wanting to give up control, her stomach tightening. Her while body shudders and her lower back arcs up into him as his finger hooks the loop of her jeans.

He has answered her unasked question, but another one simply takes its place in her eyes. With me? Are you sure?

She can feel the skipped beat inside her. Not her heart, but, almost from falling out of synch with him? That wavelength or frequency or whatever faltering because she's ... scared. Not that he'll hurt her, but that he'll wake up and come to a realization it wad a horrible mistake. He may think it's wrong because of their age gap or that she's too crazy. What if the moonshine wears off in the morning and he says all of it was a poor choice influenced by it?

« I don't want that. I don't want him to ever look at me and think what everyone else does. I don't want to stand there in the room holding the poster as he walks away to be like everyone else...

I don't want to be alone. I want to go home. »

Except, she hasn't had a home in a long time.

Jesse raises her fingers to his cheeks. Maybe it's all too much to ask from him. He might want to just indulge in the feeling and then no strings after that. He's said other wise, but people say things. ]

[ He sees the question in her eyes, and to him, it looks like hesitancy, maybe even doubt. He doesn't pull away entirely, but he pauses in his movements against her hips, and although she hasn't asked a question in so many words, he inclines his head in a nod that yes, he's sure he wants to do this with her. If she wants to do it with him, he's willing to continue, but forcing her into something she doesn't want isn't how he chooses to operate.

There's no doubt in his mind that this is something he wants. He can't see a scenario in which he decides this was all a mistake best forgotten about. This could never be a mistake; he wants to have those needs met that don't get talked about in polite company, and he wants to see her have her needs met in return. She seems to be wanting something, longing for something, and he wants to try and give that to her.

He's not entirely sure how he knows, other than little hints she's given and how she sometimes looks like she's the loneliest person on earth. He doesn't want her to be lonely. He wants to give her everything she's been looking for. Of course, he can't help with everything; he can't bring back the people she's lost. But he can try and give her something that fills her up, that keeps her from feeling alone.

He can't know what's on her mind, but maybe the two of them can find a home together, with each other.

Her fingers move to rest against his cheeks, and his lips turn up into a warm smile. He likes how it feels when she touches him, and he hopes she likes it when he touches her in return. No, it's not too much to ask, and no, he doesn't want this to just be a fling that ends with them saying goodbye.

He gives one more experimental tug, and deciding to just take another step forward, he moves to slide them down over her hips. If she tells him to stop, he will. This is just to test how far she'll let him go. ]

[ Her gaze softens at the incline of his head. He's saying "yes" in every way possible, but she still has that fear of letting go entirely. What happens if she let's go of control? What might spiral out or what damage is going to happen this time? Who is going to disappear if she let's someone else make the shots and handle the situation?

Does any of that matter when it's just the two of them?

And, whatever alien forces are at work as well.

That pull inside her keeps demanding attention and priority. Being made brighter. She still doesn't know if that source is from Polaris or herself and she isn't sure if she can trust it either. Who and what can she truly trust? She trusts Polaris, but, what isn't her friend telling her?

Her heart skips a beat this time at his smile. Pink comes to her cheeks.

« He really is handsome. »

The tug at her jeans pulls her attention away from the thoughts swirling in her head. Darkened green eyes immediately snap to his gray ones. His hands move down her hips with her pants. She inhales sharply once more. That pull tugs at her again. Fast. Loud. Nothing else should matter other than the moment at hand.

A shudder moves through her whole body once more as at the feel of his hands. The realization strikes that it's all her. She wants him to touch her, move against her, kiss her. Touch those places he has once already that makes her weak everywhere. There's something about him and her that the other forces have latched onto and have made whatever it is resonate louder. ]

Alan... [ She says his name more as a way to give permission and becon at the same time. ]

[ He very nearly pulls away and stops his progress with her pants, but then she says his name again, and it's like a signal telling him to keep going. Don't stop. Keep going. Keep going until the two of you are one. Maybe it's all in his head, but that's what he imagines the signal would say if it had a voice.

He's not sure how far he wants to go, or how far she'll let him go, but he just wants there to be less layers in between them. Maybe if he removes some of her layers, she'll remove some of his. He certainly won't resist.

It takes some movement on his part, but he keeps working until he's managed to slide her pants down past her hips and then to her ankles, and then it's as simple as carefully pulling them off. He doesn't throw them to the side, as they're still hers, but he places them next to them, within arm's reach. ]

... Jesse.

[ As is automatic, Jesse moves how he needs her to help with her pants. Shoes are flicked off. Hips raise to be off the floor so he can slide them down. One leg moves to free itself from the sleeve, then the other moves. It feels freer now that he has removed the jeans. She can move and be touched however he wants to see fit.

Fingers move from his face to the front of his hoodie. They latch onto the zipper. She pulls it down easily, gesturing in so many words for him to shrug off the tweed coat and then the hoodie. He'll have less layers on and be able to move easier. She still has the red flannel on over the tank top, but it remains pushed down her arm.

He says her name and that piece in her mind clicks again.

Hands bundle in his shirt and give a tug. Once he has leaned over she kisses him with an open mouth. She wants to feel the way she had before with hi. Abuzz with energy, but also floating and weightless. Only Alan can make her feel that way--it's how she feels with him. ]

Edited 2024-06-07 10:00 (UTC)

[ That's really all the encouragement that he needs. She moves to kick off her shoes, and she lifts her hips up off the floor, so he makes quick work of removing her jeans. She latches onto the front of his hoodie, while he undoes the button on his own jeans to make it easier for her if she decides his jeans should come off as well. Meanwhile, he does as she's asked, shrugging off the coat followed by the hoodie, revealing the simple black t-shirt beneath.

Her lips press against his in an open mouthed kiss, and he responds almost automatically, tracing against her lips with the tip of his tongue before pressing in to return the kiss.

He feels the start of his arousal growing and with it, his desire for her. His senses seem to be swimming even as he presses against her, seeking more of the contact that they already have. He wants to cross that threshold with her, and she seems willing enough. Still, maybe they should work up to that, letting the intensity build until they cross that point together. ]

[ Her eyes fall to his chest, watching as he shrugs the layers off. It's a simple t-shirt. It should hardly be impressive. Yet, she feels as if her breath is taken away. He looks like one of those out of place tourists with his jacket on. But, now... he just seems like he's only Alan Wake.

The pull inside her intensifies with a single word that resonates in her mind at the realization.

He traces her lips and she shivers once more in his arms. She liked it the first time, as she did him touching her collarbone, but now the enjoyment feels as if it's skyrocketed. A deep moan escapes against his mouth as he finishes outlining her lips but before he kisses her, signifying how much she does like the motion. One arm warps around him and the other moves to brush into his shorter hair. She presses against his mouth. It feels like they've done this so many times even though they haven't. Why does it feel that way?

Their hips meet. She can feel him again and his arousal. It sends a powerful message through her whole body. The one word echoes in her mind once more. She shifts against him. The meaning of why the word is there seems lost in her mind at the moment. It simply is there as if it has always been there. Waiting for her to realize.

They part to breath for just a moment. Heavy breathes gently exhale against his mouth before the word finally slips free; whispered so no one else can hear. ]

Finally...

Edited 2024-06-10 17:03 (UTC)

[ Alan himself believes he's hardly impressive. He's just a writer, just another man, and while he has his share of fans and had a relationship with his wife, he's never really thought of himself as anything particularly special. He doesn't make a habit of putting himself down, but he just thinks of himself as your average, every day person who happens to be a writer.

And right now, the writer is completely fine with being just Alan Wake.

He wants to feel her, to feel alive and human and normal, as opposed to someone who's been swept up in a story that's wild and out of his control in a lot of ways. He wants her to feel normal too: like someone who's loved and wanted and cared for.

He can tell she's responding to his attention, and when she presses into him, wrapping one arm around him while the other hand goes to brush his hair, he feels himself respond even more. Her breath is warm against his face but he doesn't mind. He feels her hips meeting with his, aligning with his, and he rotates his hips slightly against hers even as he moves up and then down again, still pressing himself into her. ]

[ Maybe that is what makes him so attractive in the end. He is just a regular person, but with a unique determination that makes her heart skip a beat every time she sees it. One that makes her want to follow him no matter how far into the dark he goes. Wherever he needs her? She'll go. Wherever he goes? She'll follow him. That gravitational pull demands it of her, but there is something else too. Her own desire to follow him into the dark.

Hand slips from his hair and down his back with the other. The fabric glides under her fingers. It sends a certain sensation through her fingertips as he presses into her. Shifts against her. Moves to make her move. The tactic works, regardless of intent, and she shifts against him. Her back arcs into his chest and another pleased sound leaves her. Her head tilts back against the wooden floor beneath them. Probably not the best place to do these actions, but she doesn't want to move from this spot either.

Everything in her is starting to feel charged. Electric. Needing the current directed and flow in a way that does something other than build. Or, maybe it should build until there is no other option. Jesse isn't sure. She shudders again and moans against his lips. He may still have his jeans on, but she can still feel him through her underwear. God, he feels good.

« I found him. Finally. We're together again--wait. Why does it feel this way? I don't--is this what he meant by connection? » ]

Alan...

[ She needs to feel him everywhere. Touched everywhere
Kissed. There's too many layers. They can't satisfy that pull with so many layers still on... ]

Edited 2024-06-11 16:43 (UTC)

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