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[ 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)

[ It's beyond stupid, asinine even, but in the fanciful stories thought up by minds a lot more inventive than his own (at least in Alan's own opinion), people on journeys like Alan's didn't often go on them alone. Well, sometimes they did, but sometimes they had a companion with them along the way.

Could Jesse be that companion? Would it even be safe for her to come? Part of him says that no, it wouldn't be, but that doesn't change the fact that he wishes she could accompany him down whatever path he ends up on. Maybe they'll have to part ways at some point, but maybe she can come with him as far as she can go. Or as far as she wants to go.

He can't say when it happened but at some point, he fell into step with her, or that electric current pulled him in. Either way, he's in, and he has no intentions of getting out. It feels like a strange dance that they're in; she moves, and he moves to follow her, and she moves again. Somehow, he just knows the steps, and he's content to follow her lead or take the lead himself when the moment calls for it.

When she moans against his lips and keeps pressing herself against him, he finally decides that he needs to be less clothed too. Somehow, he manages to keep kissing her and touching her even as he works at removing his jeans with one hand. The other hand holds onto her, both to balance himself but to steady her as well.

If she thinks he feels good, well, it's nothing compared to how good she feels to him. ]

Jesse... [ He breathes out her name against her mouth as the jeans finally slip away, and he shifts to lightly kick them out of the way so they don't trip on them or get caught on them by mistake. ]

I want you. [ That should be clear by now, given how he's blown past almost all the things that would be barriers between them, but the words slip out anyway. ] I love you.

[ Already? Is it too fast? Maybe, but Alan doesn't think of it that way. ]

[ Dealing with things like this are never safe. Jesse learned that as a child. Everyone and anyone is in danger during them. It's easier to go through it with someone at your side. Dylan was there for her, so maybe she can be here for Alan. If he wants her at his side. He already has his best friend. The one downstairs passed out from moonshine while she and Alan...

The sound of her name causes her to look up at him. Eyes locked onto his. Breathing heavily against his mouth, a glazed look to her expression, heartbeat pounding. The feeling inside her beginning to tighten and the need to throw her arms around him and disappear into the flow between them. Let him lead the dance they seem to know despite never having been on the dance floor together. ]

Uh-huh, [ Jesse breathes the reply that sounds more than words. Agreeing. Feeling him at her hips with no jeans in the way makes another sound come from her. Lower, beckoning him. Lips brush along his.

I want him... I want to be his. I don't--does why matter? Does where this comes from matter? It feels like me. That I want--

Jesse's eyes widen at his next statement. They immediately lock onto his and she stills. Not that she was doing much more than moving to his beat anyways. Her heart pounds and not just because of the physical state he's pulling her into. ]

You--you love me? [ The words come in a rush against his mouth. Everything feels like it's stopped around them. Just the two of them in the world. The two of them and their otherworldly companions. ] You do...?

[ Her mind feels stopped but her body hasn't. When next he pushed their hips together, her head tilts back slightly with an excited moan making it's way from her. Her heart pounds. He loves her. It's not some spur of the moment action, it's not driven by alcohol, Polaris hadn't nudged him in anyway...

« We barely know each other. How can he love me? Do I love him? Even though we just met... and nothing makes sense about it... do I... »

Her mouth is on his again. Kissing, body shifting, legs wrapping around his to pull him closer if it's even possible. That pull wants her to spiral down into him. He loves her. Why wouldn't she want to? She pushes herself up enough to slip out of her flannel shirt. It's tossed to the side. Both hands bundle into thr hem of his black shirt and she rocks against him again. ]

I...

[ No, words are too difficult to use. She can't explain what she wants with them. Instead, Jesse arcs her back again. Chest presses into his. Her hips meet his but she purposely pushes herself onto him. A gasp leaves her before her whole body shudders again. ]

Edited 2024-06-12 18:44 (UTC)

[ He wants her to be there. He doesn't want to navigate the unknown twists and turns of this story alone. Of course, part of him knows that he should face this alone. How can he ask Jesse to walk into danger with him? Don't heroes often venture off alone on a solitary journey? To ask her to accompany him would be the pinnacle of selfishness. But he can't pretend that he doesn't want it.

He wants her company, and he wants this closeness that they've found. In a way, he barely understands how things developed as fast as they did, to the point that he's feeling something waking up inside him: something that people call love. Where did it come from? When did it start? Why did it start? He wouldn't be that kind of person who jumps from one relationship to the next. Rebound relationships are hardly fair to the person who is in the role of the rebound. He wouldn't do that to her, would he?

With the jeans removed and kicked to the side, he can feel their bare legs pressing against each other as they try to close the minuscule distance that remains between them. The feel of her skin against him feels good. More than good, really. It's the best thing that he's felt in a long time. ]

Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe it's too soon, but I can't do this with you and say that it doesn't feel right. If I'm wrong to be doing this... then I guess that I'm wrong. If you want me to stop, I'll stop. If you want me to never talk about this again with anyone, that's what I'll do. Even if we go our separate ways, I won't forget you. I couldn't.

[ Maybe he should give her space. Maybe he should let her think. Maybe, maybe, maybe. All he seems to have right now is a bunch of maybes.

But then she's kissing him again, and her legs are wrapping around him even as he feels her slipping out of the flannel shirt she wears and rocks herself against him. He should remove his own shirt and bare more of himself for her and to her, but he pauses for the moment.

She looks like she wants to say something, but only one syllable comes out, and then she's arching her back and pressing herself into him. She pushes against him, harder than before, and a gasp escapes him in return.

Almost instinctively, the hand at her waist snags the band on her underwear in a wordless question. He wouldn't go so far without asking if she's absolutely, completely all right with it. Shedding layers of shirts and jeans is one thing. This is another thing entirely: a more intimate thing, and maybe she doesn't want to be that intimate with him, not on that level. Should they bare themselves completely to each other on the first time together? He wonders. ]

[ Her eyes remain locked onto his as he speaks. Her heart pounds pounder with each word. Something inside her knows he isn't lying. Nothing he says is just something to wind her up to want him. It's the truth. It's how he really feels. That drive to be brighter clenches inside her. It's more than that though. She wants him; wants him to touch and kiss her. If he can accept all her weirdness and her craziness and find it normal...

Why shouldn't she want him?

His hand snags the waistband of her underwear. A shuddered breath leaves her. That last wall seems to have crumbled down. Maybe her mind shouldn't take those three words as him accepting her. Maybe logic and caution should be dictating more. It isn't. All that's there is the need to be his and to be more than a paranoid girl running away from the government.

I want you. She mouths the words against his lips. They're too difficult to say. She is relying on him to put his writing skills to use. See what she's saying without saying it.

The tank top is still on as is her bra, but she finds she doesn't care if they stay on or off. Kissing him and feeling his hands on her hips is far more important. ]

[ Well, it's a good thing that he wants her, and that kissing is also at the top of the list, in terms of things he wants to do with her. Anything else that falls into that more intimate category is still there, but it's only if it's something she wants as well. Desire is one thing, but pushing her to do things she might not want is another thing entirely.

Still, considering she's let him go this far, he's thinking it's safe to say that she doesn't mind too much. But even though his passions might grow to a fever pitch, he still intends to check in with her from time to time before going full speed ahead.

Like now, for instance. He can tell that she wants him, that she wants this. The mouthed words help confirm that, but it's her actions that are speaking the loudest.

One hand moves to lightly finger the straps of her tank top in a teasing gesture while he presses a deeper kiss to her lips and experimentally slides his tongue forward, touching the tops of her teeth. ]

[ Jesse has had encounters. She's kissed, done more than just that. The results were ways she learned on a more personal level she couldn't trust people with things about her and her past. She didn't sleep with just anyone, but he still couldn't accept what she said and believed. He still thought she needed help.

That's not how it feels right now with Alan Wake.

She can feel a hunger for her. Not just physically, but also for that otherworldly part of her. The part she doesn't even entirely understand herself just yet. It isn't just that. She feels that part of her hunger for him as well. Those two words repeat in her mind even if she barely can grasp the meaning of them. Something about her and something about him click on all fronts. Jesse isn't a wordsmith or even someone who would romanticize it all in her mind.

Even then, something about Alan Wake makes her feel like she is his and he is hers.

Complimentary pieces. Not exactly made for one another, but ones that could click if the right circumstances came together all at once.

It seems as if they have.

Fingers trail along her skin as he moves along the strap of her tank top. She groans at first, then the sound changes into a softer moan at the kiss. Her mouth opens, tongue meeting his, trying to learn the movements to match his. Her hips shift again.

« He's just going speed up and then back down... again and again... »

The idea causes a reaction she hadn't expected. Her back arcs again, but she settles down entirely on the floor once more. Hands move along his arm and in his hair as she continues to kiss him. She can feel her body start to shake already. It's almost embarrassing how he's already brought her to this point with just kissing and moving their hips together. ]

Alan. [ Just his name breathed on his mouth. No trailing off, no implications. Just a tone filled with deep desire, longing, and maybe even love.]

[ Alan has had encounters too; his most memorable ones were with Alice, but these moments with Jesse are already solidified in his mind as ones he needs to hold onto. But more than that, he needs to make these moments special for her as well, and he's doing his best to make sure that happens.

He wants her: her and her guide. He wants to feel one with them, or at least, connected with them. Do they belong together? Could they belong together? He wants them to, and he feels that something inside Jesse wants that too.

He hears the sounds she makes as she moves and responds to his attentions, and he feels her tongue meeting his, the tip of his meeting hers and sending explosions up his spine.

This feels right. They feel right, but it's nothing compared to how he feels when her back arches and he feels her hands touching him, tracing his arm and touching his hair. A contented but desiring sigh breaks loose, as he becomes aware of his own arousal building and coming closer to a breaking point. He's not there yet, but he's getting closer. It's getting closer, and any action from her could send him over the edge.

She breathes his name against his mouth and the tone washes over him like a wave; not a cold wave to startle him, but a wave of warmth bordering on heat and desire and wanting... wanting to be held, seen, loved... Maybe he shouldn't guess, and maybe he shouldn't assume she has the same feelings he does, but something inside him is telling him she feels the same way. ]

Jesse... Jesse.

[ He reaches for her, trying to circle his arm around her; is it to pull her in, or to pull himself closer? He's not sure. He's not even sure if it makes a difference. All he wants is for them to be even closer than they already are. ]

[ She does want to be close to him. As Jesse, and this feeling inside of her that is otherworldly. She wants to feel him bare against her, touching her in multiple places at once. She wants to feel as if she can fully let control go and simply be with him. Talking, laying together, kissing. Anything that makes the feeling that they are the only two in the world.

He says her name in those certain ways and feels her body react.

Hips shift up against his as her legs and arms wrap around him entirely. Another moan comes from her: voice breaks as she begins to tremble. All he had to say is the right words--even her name--in the right way and everything slides into place. Contact is made even through what clothes do remain. Her head tilts back as much as it can. Hips shift against his.

Then, a rush at once.

She shudders against him. A gentle and exposed moan echoes against his mouth. Everything feels light and floating at once. She's almost brighter--something is missing. They're not close enough.

Her head tilts as her lips brushes gently over his. She wants to be his in so many ways that she can't define it properly. Everything, all of her, living with him.

« Our not normal... wait, where did that come from? I've never thought that before. » ]

Edited 2024-06-23 18:00 (UTC)

[ The feeling driving Alan right now is a need to feel complete; it barely makes sense to him, because being with Jesse shouldn't make him feel like that, given the fact that they haven't known each other long at all. And yet when he's around her, he feels like something has fallen into place: there's a sense of wholeness and completion, and while he doesn't understand it, he just wants more of it.

He wants to lose himself in these moments, to just kiss and touch her without hesitation and be touched and kissed in return. So that's exactly what he does. He reaches for every part of her that he can touch, placing kisses as he goes, only stopping when they both need to take a breath.

He feels her lips brush against his, and a pleased shudder creeps up his spine and spreads over his frame.

Well, now I really can't let her go. Now I don't want to let her go.

Maybe the more rational part of his mind would tell him to not let those thoughts go too far, in case he has no choice but to let her go, but he's refusing to be rational right now. Maybe later he'll have regrets he'll have to face, but right now, all he's thinking about is her. ]</small.

[ That shuddering breath leaves her even as he continues to kiss or touch whatever part of her he can. A warm feeling washes over her, as well as the need to roll into him and simply bask in it all. But, he's moving, kissing, and she can feel that tension building up inside her again. Either she is truly that easy to bring to a brink, or Alan is that skilled.

Or, a third option that she doesn't want to consider. People aren't made for one another. Soulmates aren't something that's real. If they were, it would surely have been him and his wife. She wasn't made to fit others or to be the same as others. Polaris even said she and Dylan were special. That means they're outliers. Outside the norms.

Jesse forces her eyes open to look up into his. They're a gray that can be stormy or as clear as water. Her heart pounds. Why does she like looking at them so much? Her breathing quickens again, her back arcs as well. That drive inside her wants to be one with him. If they're one, then they're both bright and louder. The darkness can't stand against that.

None of those thoughts make sense to her even as they rumble in her mind.

Her fingers trial down his arm or curl into his back. Their bottoms need to be removed. Her shirt and bra can stay on if needed. That's fine. As long as they come to one point together.

Jesse presses her hips to his in an attempt to communicate the very idea. ] Alan.

[ He doesn't want this to end. This can't end; it shouldn't end. It will end, because it has to. We can't be like this forever. What we want doesn't matter. Why doesn't it matter? It should matter...

Something inside Alan seems to rebel against those thoughts and he feels a need to just touch her and feel her and not let those thoughts in his head take center stage. He presses himself against her more with something like ferocity, but it's not enough to knock her off balance. No, it's just hungry force driving Alan to do anything that keeps them together, that keeps them touching.

The feel of her fingers traveling down his arm or curling into his back sends shockwaves up his spine, and he takes action in an instant; his hands travel to reach out for her bottoms, because they need to come off, and he somehow manages to make good progress removing them even as he rocks his hips against hers, pausing only when he needs to slide off the item of clothing that's in the way of them coming together as they want to.

A low rumble escapes him in response to her saying her name; it's wordless, but no less full of desire, and his gray eyes latch onto hers with an intense stare that further underlines the desire he has for her. ]

[ Bottoms slide off and she can properly feel him when he rocks forward. A gasp leaves her. Head tilts back even as his gray eyes latch onto hers to demand her full attention. A moan comes from her, full of desire. That pull inside her has taken complete control in just one moment and she finds herself content to simply ride the wave.

Grow brighter. Louder. Around one constant they revolve.

Instinct has her angle her hips and hands slide down his arms to hold his elbows. Green eyes haze over entirely as her chest moves up and down in heavy but short breathes. Her whole body shakes and a hum fills her mind. A sound similar to Polaris. A sound he wouldn't know, but that Jesse knows as her best friend.

Reaching out to the Champpin of Light.

He must know and understand what Polaris and her host are after. Maybe not with words, but with instincts. Human and non human desires. He can understand what the Dark Presence wants--its touched his mind. Something else has touched his mind too. That something contacted him first and taught him how to fight. He just needs to remember and foster that connection. Not the one of the enemy.

Jesse brushes her lips over his once more. ]

[ The feeling of her next to him as he rocks forward almost makes his head swim. There's just something about being like this with her that sends his senses into overdrive; is it desire? Longing? A need for intimate touch? All of the above? Part of him believes that he wouldn't be satisfied with doing this with just anyone. It has to be her.

Did I ever feel like this with Alice? Am I just forgetting what it felt like with her because we fell apart? I don't know; all I know is that this is all I want. I think it's what we- what I need. I just hope that it's what she needs too.

Something inside Alan already knows that he doesn't want to let the Dark Presence in. It's touched his mind, but he doesn't want it to get in any farther. It can't sink its claws into him any more than it already has. Maybe something inside him is reaching out for the light: for things that are good. Polaris might not be entirely good, but at leat she's not a being seemingly made of darkness. That's enough of a distinction for Alan to reach out to her.

Hello? Can you hear me?

He feels stupid asking the question in his mind even as he feels Jesse beside him and feels her lips brushing over his. He returns the gesture, first with a light brush and then followed by a deeper, more passionate kiss. ]

[ She follows with the kiss. Mouth open, inviting him deeper in all ways. She needs to be with him. Not just at his side, but together. As one. It's trying to communicate that idea when her words are lacking and her body is aching. Her legs come up around his hips. A deep passionate moan comes from her as their kiss ends.

« I want to be with him. I'm not a freak to him. I'm not crazy. All of this is real and finally someone else sees it. Someone else KNOWS. »

Polaris shifts at the question in Alan's mind. A sound. Harmonious and light. However, Polaris isn't light. She is a sound, a resonance, there to make things stronger to in turn make herself stronger. What Alan needs is the light inside himself. Something Bright had touched him first; taught him how to wield light against the Dark. It's already in him--that's why Polaris and her friend respond how they do. They're reacting to what potential is already inside Alan Wake.

He simply needs to reach in and grab ahold of it. Nourish it. Use it. Then, he'll beat back the darkness that's touched his mind. ]

[ I don't know what to do. Why do I have to do anything? Couldn't we just stay like this for a little while? But if I stop to just be like this with her, what if we never start again? What if I never start again? Then the story goes on forever, and nothing gets done. That's not the answer either.

The kiss ends, but Alan can't help but start another one. He wants to keep kissing her, to not have to stop, not ever.

But he can kiss and try and tune into Polaris at the same time, or so he tells himself. He can hear her sound and feel it resonating around him, but that doesn't help him know what he should do or how he should use the light that's apparently in him. That something Bright that touched him didn't lay out everything he needed to do, at least not to Alan's satisfaction. Or maybe it's just that he's not smart enough to figure it out. He knows a lot of people wrote him off as someone not worth the time or energy.

But that bright thing didn't. Polaris and Jesse didn't. I have to figure out what I need to do.

He has to stop to come up for air, and when he does, he rumbles out her name. ]

... Jesse.

[ Jesse's thoughts are far from what needs to be done to solve "Departure." What steps they need to take. How Alan might beat back the Dark Presence. All her thoughts focus on his touch and how he kisses her. Everything in her mind is honed in on the next kiss he gives her. How her body shakes slightly and her hips roll against his. He has wrapped her around his fingers and now his attention seems to be on anything but bringing them together.

A shuddering breath leaves her at how he says her name.

« Why won't he... »

Has she not made it clear enough? Maybe not. Sharing her thoughts has never been a strong suit. Especially compared to Alan who can string any words together that causes her to react despite the grip she tries to have on her emotions.

Her hands slide to his shoulders, then his front. A gentle push is given. If he worries at all he's done something wrong, then he shouldn't. She follows after pushing him up. No hesitation is in her movements as she slides onto his lap. Her bare hips meet his covered ones and she gasps. Darkened green eyes snap to his as a look that is reminiscent of pleading takes them.

She wants him. Now. Right now.

« No more waiting. We're FINALLY like this... no more wasting time. »

How or why the feeling of "finally" exists is something she doesn't understand. She may never understand it. Not that she wants to think about it at the moment.

Straps from her tank top slide down her shoulders. Arms wrap back around his neck. He has to be able to feel how warm she is over him. How she tremors in his arms from nothing but pure desire. ]

Alan. [ Please. ]

[ Her actions make his head swim, but he somehow still manages to keep enough of his wits about him so that he can focus on her and focus on trying to bring both of them to the brink of ecstasy... Ecstasy, climax, peak, whatever the term is, Alan wants to go there with her. They might as well be free-falling through a dream state driven by their own feelings and actions and wants, and Alan's fine to fall with her.

Small shockwaves go off at every place she touches, and a shudder creeps up his spine even as his own hands latch more onto her. Her hands at his front cause an even bigger shiver of pleasure, and he knows that all she has to do is touch him anywhere, and he's basically putty in her hands.

Once she's in his lap, and her hips meet his, a gasp of his own slides from him with ease.

She wraps herself around him more, and he feels her and feels her warmth, and it warms him up in turn. He'd pull off his jeans to further bare himself to her, but that would mean he has to let go of her, even if it's only for a second, but... He's too clothed and he can't feel her as he likes when he's still covered up.

One hand slides away from her, and while it takes some fumbling, he eventually manages to finally remove the last article of outer clothing and his hips arc up to meet hers once more.

The sound of his name as she speaks it is enough to drive home what he needs- what he wants to do, and he presses his front fully and firmly against hers, hands moving to circle around her back to stabilize them both. ]

[ She lifts herself to make it easier for him to remove what he can of his undergarments. Then, he rolls up, and she lowers herself again. It takes some adjustment until she can finally feel him and they're connected. Together. One.

His hands circle around her back and Jesse moans, louder than she intended. Her head lowers to his shoulder as her whole body shakes entirely. She's already so close by just feeling him that it is embarrassing. He has to think she's so easy and pathetic.

But, it's Alan. He's the only one that could...

A shift of their hips and the thoughts fly from her mind. The only thing she can concentrate on is how he feels. How Polaris seems to be a louder hum in her mind. How the room suddenly seems brighter from just the one lamp. It all feels like floating.

It persists even beyond Alan finding the right place and sending her over. How her back arcs and she buries her face into his neck to let out the rest of her reactions. Her body shudders in his arms and against him. Her head feels like it's swimming and floating at the same time. The arms around his neck slide to simply rest on his shoulders as she pants to catch her breath.

The insane story and darkness rage on outside, but Jesse feels as if it could almost be morning in the room with how bright the light is and the gentle hum of her friend pulsing in the room. Maybe Alan can hear it if he's on the frequency she is.

Her eyes side close before she tilts her head into his neck further. That feeling she can't discern the origin of continues to bubble inside of her. ]

We're finally...

[ « "Back together"? That doesn't make sense. None of it does. But... this is nice. I don't want to let him go back now... if he goes back to New York, then... this all goes with him. We're finally... I don't want to lose this too. » ]

[ There's something about this, this heated, passionate dance they're in; it makes Alan's head swim, but oddly, he feels more clear-headed than he can ever remember being. Jesse's movements are waking up sensations inside him that he hasn't felt in a long time, and he's determined to enjoy all of them while returning the favor to her. Even the adjustments they have to make to fit themselves in and against each other feel just right.

He closes his eyes for a handful of seconds, and as he does, what starts as a slow unfolding of light gradually turns into an explosion of light in his mind. Where is the light coming from? He can't really make sense of it, but maybe he doesn't have to. He feels a gentle pulsing hum, and when he tries to follow it to its source, it just seems to lead him to Jesse. Is all of this from her? From Polaris? Or... is the light coming from- That's crazy, isn't it?

But the light and the humming both seem to grow stronger and brighter the more he and Jesse touch each other, and to him, that has to mean that it's coming from both of them.

He doesn't pull back or break the contact between them, but when she pauses and buries her face into his neck and stays there, he stills too, tightening his arms around her and just holding her as the seconds pass. He's not in a hurry to end this, because once they do, the light will fade, the humming becoming less loud, and the darkness will sneak its way back in. ]

Together. We're together. [ Home. Except this isn't home. It feels like it is, when she's around, but I know it's not. Not yet. ]

[ "Together. We're together."

Something inside her curls. Not due to their previous heated motions or the arousal. Something more personal and emotional. Maybe it's something she shouldn't even feel because. Regardless, it makes her arms tighten around his frame and her knees press into his hips slightly.

The light remains bright and Polaris continues to hum.

Her eyes crack open, and she looks at his chest. They close and she shifts to simply be comfortable against him. Fatigue is pumping through her due to how he winded her up and up. ]

Let's... just stay like this for a little longer.

[ That's all the encouragement he needs, really. ]

Okay. We'll stay like this, for as long as you want. [ As long as the story lets us. But I'll fight the story if I have to.

It takes some shifting and maneuvering, but he pulls her closer, a tall feat considering how close she is already, but he wants nothing between them. She's already on his lap, which is perfect, in his mind. He's content to just sit here with her, putting his arms around her and holding her. One hand eventually strays to her hair and begins touching and stroking the red locks. ]

I love you. I... I really love you. [ He presses a kiss to the side of her face before pulling back just a fraction, eyes still fixed on her, even if her eyes have slid closed again. ] How did I get this lucky?

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

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ah screw it, just going to start using AW2 icons because I need more expressions. imagination~

imagine THIS (if only awr didn't have chubby alan)

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