Sorry it took so long. But I think we're back on track. Even if we'll never actually see Demons again...

--

Blinking his eyes, Rupert watched the orange glow of the clock tick over another number. 3:11 am. He'd been watching it for almost twenty minutes, but he knew sleep wasn't coming back. He wouldn't normally even be in bed at this hour. He had to admit she'd tried her best to wear him out, though. After opening up to him about her failed marriage ("We married too young and simply lost interest in each other") and her worries about handling her daughter's teenage years all alone ("They need to go so much further now to feel rebellious") she gave in easily to his kisses and they'd made love again before finally falling asleep. Even with all the workout, two hours was about all he could manage.

Careful not to wake Alex, he slipped his arm out from under her and shifted himself until he was sitting upright, his back against the cherry headboard. It was much too early to think of this as anything other than a casual reacquaintence, but he couldn't stop himself from wondering what would happen next. He'd spent so much of the last three weeks thinking about her.

Now she was lying next to him and he wanted more. With a sigh he shook his head, staring at the ceiling as he did. There was no way this could end well.

He was still wondering what to do when he felt Alex stir, murmuring quietly "Rupert? Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah. Everything's fine." He smiled gently. "I don't usually sleep much anyway."

Reaching one hand over his thigh Alex pushed herself up on the other elbow and looked at him, smiling slyly. "Is there anything you want to talk about? I am psychologist, you know."

He smiled back. "Hmm. Yes I do know that." His eyes traveled over her bare breasts, back up to her mouth, her eyes. "I was just thinking about you."

"About me?" Alex had noticed him admiring her and sat up, the sheet falling to uncover the rest of her body in the process. It had the desired effect and she watched his eyes narrow with a spark of desire. He'd seemed to have conquered whatever problems he'd been having when they'd first met and he'd been more that able to satisfy her. Not to mention the fact that he'd been funny, interesting, and interested in her. She couldn't help wanting to take it further. "What have you been thinking about me?"

Rupert shifted his leg as Alex crawled into his lap, resting between his thighs and leaning against his chest. She twisted her body around sideways and started nibbling on his chin. He closed his eyes.

"Mmmmm, things…" he trailed off as her lips reached his and she slid her tongue into his mouth. He held her tighter, gasping as her fingernails traced a trail over his chest. "Keep that up Alex and you'll never find out what I was thinking" he murmured. He could feel himself get hard again, and knew she must have noticed.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, whispering "So tell me."

He lied. But only a little. "I was thinking about how surprised I was to see you. And that you wanted to see me again."

"Surprised? Why?"

"Well I didn't exactly show you a good time in New York."

"You're showing me a pretty good time now."

She gazed up into his eyes and he swallowed hard. This was insane. With no small effort he tore himself away, staring at the ceiling. "I thought about you a lot over the last few weeks too, Alex. Wondering if I'd ever see you again. Wondering if you'd want to."

"What else?" Alex ran her fingers over his collarbone, down his chest, her lips pressing against his skin everywhere she touched. He shifted a little as she slid lower, groaning lightly as her lips grazed his now swollen cock.

"Oh, god, I definitely thought about that." He gasped as her lips circled his tip, slowly, gently sucking him deeper into her mouth. "Oh yeah, I thought about that a lot."

Spreading his legs wider he reached behind his head, both hands gripping the headboard as his head fell back and he felt Alex's tongue flick around him, teasing, tasting. He didn't want her to stop, begged her not to as he relived the fantasy he'd had every day since they'd met. Her lips wrapped around his aching flesh, her hands teasing his balls. Now it was happening, and he was sure it would be his undoing.

Sensing his helplessness Alex took her time. It had been a long time since she'd had any man as thoroughly as this, and she wanted to savor it. Everything about him turned her on – his taste, his smell, how badly he wanted her and how willing he was to show it.

"Oh Alex, I can't hold on!" Glancing up she saw him gripping the wooden headboard. The muscles in his arms popped as he nearly pulled it from the wall. His head was thrown all the way backward.

"Do you want me to slow down?" She murmured. She wanted him to look at her, to watch. He shook his head. "Look at me Rupert." His eyes flew open as he did, as if suddenly aware that she was there, doing all the things he'd imagined.

And suddenly he was, his fingers tangled into her hair as she swallowed him, her teeth grazing along his shaft as she drew him deeper. "Please, Alex. Please." Her eyes never left his as her tongue snaked and flicked around him, as she sucked and released, and sucked again until "oh, god, ohgodohgod,"
Alex felt his flesh throb against her tongue, felt him release completely into her mouth, gasping, her name on his lips.

The pounding between her own legs was so strong as she swallowed that she couldn't think. "Rupert…I need…" She knelt between his legs, holding his face in her hands as he nodded. "I know." Shaking, he rolled her to her back, easily sliding two fingers into her, thrusting fiercely. Nudging her legs further apart with his knees he settled between her, still hard, still wanting her, he entered easily and she cried out as he thrust fast, hard, erratic. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, until he burst again, Alex clawing his back, crying out as she climaxed with him.

--

"Rupert?"

He rolled over, still half asleep. "Hmm?"

"It's getting late. We should get up."

He buried his face in a pillow. "Don' wanna."

Alex laughed gently. "Come on. I'll make breakfast." She pulled the blanket off him and held her breath a little.

Rupert caught her looking at him. "We could skip breakfast." He slipped a hand to her face, kissing her.

"Mmmm, I'd love to. But it's already eleven."

"Shit." He frowned. "I have to meet Luke at two." He kissed her again. "Breakfast it is."

Rupert showered and dressed quickly, and Alex had coffee and eggs hot when he made it down to the kitchen.

"This is better than my hotel." He kissed her cheek. "Can I stay here?"

"I don't think so" Alex laughed, then looked away. "But you could come back, you know, if you'd like."

"I'd like that Alex," he said as he sat down across the table. "And I'd like to take you out, too, if you want."

Alex looked up, meeting his eyes again. "I would. Like that, I mean." She cupped her coffee mug in both hands, sipping slowly. "So, uh, when?"

Rupert smiled at her. "How about Wednesday? We could have dinner. Or see a mov-film, sorry. Or there's a recital on Thursday, if you like that instead. My schedule can get a bit unpredictable after dark, but we can plan something. When's good for you?"

She giggled. "I didn't mean to sound so desperate."

He shook his head. "No. I want to see you. Soon. Sooner."

"Ok." She bit her lip. "I'll see when I can get someone to stay with Molly and I'll call you later, OK?"

"Great. Perfect. I can't wait."

--

"Sorry Alex" Rupert slid into a booth across from her after kissing her on the cheek. "Been a crazy week. Far too much demon activity."

"It's OK." She forced a smile. He'd had to cancel on Wednesday and Thursday, and only had a short time free for coffee now that it was Friday morning.

"It's not. I am sorry. Can I make it up to you? How about tomorrow? Are you free?"

"No, I'm not. I'm taking Molly away for the weekend. Her father is getting married next week and I wanted to spend some time with her before he takes her away for the wedding. They'll be gone for a week."

"Oh, Alex. I'm sorry. That can't be easy."

She waved him off. "It's alright, really."

Rupert shook his head. "Bold face, but I doubt it."

"Well, maybe not. But I'll get over it."

"Will you call me when you get back? I miss seeing you." He reached across the table, his fingers curling into hers.

Alex offered him a tight smile. "Yes, well, you don't have the easiest schedule to work around."

"No," He sat back in his chair. "I don't." He let his eyes dart around the restaurant before he spoke again. "I told you Alex. I'm not sure I can promise anything." And he probably shouldn't. It would end up too hard on both of them. Or worse.

"I know, I'm sorry. Just feeling sorry for myself." She looked at her watch. "I should get back to work anyway."

Rupert stood as she gathered her bag, following her out onto the street.

"Call me." He bent to kiss her. "Please."

"I will." She forced a smile.

--

He didn't hear from her for another week, and was sure she had given up. That his schedule was too hard to work around, and probably not worth the effort. His life was too dangerous, too unpredictable. He had left a message, never returned, and had just about given up when she finally rang.

"Rupert?"

"Alex? Is everything alright?"

"What? Oh, yes. Everything's fine. How are you?"

"Um, good. I hadn't heard from you. Was sure you'd given up on me."

"Oh, Rupert. No. I'm sorry. I just had a difficult week." She was silent for a moment. "What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing, really. I was going to have some dinner. Then I have to meet Luke later – for some training." He paused. "Do you want to meet for dinner?"

She took a minute to answer. "Um, I – I'm right around the corner from your hotel." Another pause. "Can I come up? We can decide then."

"Yeah, sure. OK."

In less than 10 minutes he opened the door to a tired looking Alex Drake.

"Hey, you don't look alright." He pulled her tight. Shit. He had missed her.

"I am, really." She looked up, letting him kiss her lightly. "Robert just picked Molly up. I'm just a bit more wrecked over it that I expected."

"Oh, Alex, sweetheart." He couldn't let her go. "Do you want to talk about it?" She looked so vulnerable. Not exactly like she had in New York, the fear wasn't there. But the vulnerability. He couldn't resist it.

She frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, noticing the surroundings for the first time. The suite opened into the bedroom, and a doorway on the left looked like it led to another room. Or possibly rooms.

Did she want to talk about it? "Not really."

"Dinner then? We could get room service if you don't want to go out?"

"Room service sounds good."

--

A few hours and a bottle of wine later Alex sat with him on the sofa, her head against his chest. Rupert had never been less interested in doing his job.

"Alex" he kissed the top of her head. "I have to go."

She burrowed further into his arms. "I know."

He didn't want to leave her. "You could stay here, you know. Watch TV, order more room service. You don't have to go home to an empty house."

"Would you mind? If I stayed?"

He kissed her. "I'd love it. Of course, I may not be back until morning." He kissed her again. "You don't have to wait for me, if you get bored you can go home."

"If I don't get bored?" She slid her hand into his hair.

"Sleep naked."

--

"Rupert! What the bloody hell did you think you were doing back there!" Mina stomped across the floor to the large table in the center of the room.

"I was trying to get us out of there after Luke gave away our position!"

"I already said I was sorry!" Luke threw his pulse gun down on the table. "What else do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fucking pay attention! Mistakes like that will get you, and everyone around you killed! You can't afford to be that careless."

Ruby trailed them in, sitting noisily on one of the heavy wooden chairs. "I'm just glad it wasn't me for a change."

Mina turned her head in Ruby's direction. "Yes. For a change."

Rupert stomped to one of the shelves, pulling out a large bottle of scotch. "Next time you do exactly as I say. No fancy fucking shortcuts." He needed to be drunk.

--

Hours later Rupert crashed through the door of his hotel room. He'd drunk too much out of frustration, and now all he wanted was a quick shower and to fall into bed. And maybe another drink.

"Rupert?"

He nearly jumped out off his clothes. Alex. Right. Shit. Was that good or bad?

"Yeah. Alex. S'me." He stumbled towards the bathroom.

"What time is it?" She rolled over. 5:12 am.

"Dunno." He shut the door behind him. He'd forgotten she was there. They'd all nearly been killed tonight when one demon had become five and they'd barely made it back to the Stacks alive. Then he'd got progressively drunker as they argued about who had screwed up worse. The general consensus was it had been Luke. At least he thought so. Though he might have screwed up a little.

He knew it was just his body responding to his fear, but frequently, after a night of extreme danger and a lot of demon killing he stumbled home with a hard-on. It didn't matter that he didn't want it to. He'd come to accept it and ignored it most of the time. Or dealt with it the only way he knew how. But tonight no amount of alcohol had been able to chase it away. It had been mildly irritating while he was at the Stacks, but now…he thought about Alex, waiting for him. He'd have been satisfied with jerking off, but getting off was better.

After splashing water on his face he went back into the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his shirts wrapped around her. She was beautiful in the half light, her dark hair, her big eyes. She watched him peel off his clothes.

"Sorry…wake you up." He kissed her, slowly at first, then rougher as she responded in his arms, pressing her body against his.

She had realized he was drunk as he got closer, and she could taste the whisky on him now, on his tongue, in his skin. How long had he been drinking? He smelled like alcohol and sweat and burning rubber. The sight of him naked and fully erect was doing welcome things to her body.

"It's OK" She swallowed. But he was making her a little nervous. "Good night?" She wondered, her eyes round with curiosity. She really had no idea how he would have spent the night. What he would have been doing.

Rupert shook his head, nibbled her lip, his mouth trailing along her chin, down her throat. "No." He caught her earlobe between his teeth as his hands moved over her body. "Make it better" he growled.

"Make it…? I don't…" He covered her mouth roughly with his, his hand sliding over her body, down over her ass. Alex cried out a little as he pulled her closer, lifting her up as he took the few steps to the bed. She could feel his cock hard against her.

He kissed her shoulder, over her breast, lingering on one as he sucked, not gently, on her hard nipple. He needed to fuck, couldn't stand not being inside her, not being anywhere. "Alex" he murmured, his mouth against her skin. "You do."

Unable to stand any more he pushed her to the bed. Kneeling between her legs he gripped her hips and plunged into her, gasping and grunting. He tried to thrust, tried to find a rhythm but he couldn't. It was coming too fast, he was coming too fast, not this time, this time he could…

"Shit!" he pulled out. In time.

"Rupert! Are you OK?"

He sat on the bed, his large hands covering his face. He nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry. Again."

"What happened?" She put her hand on his chest, afraid he'd jump up, not talk.

"Nothing. Just a hard night."

"We don't have to have sex, you know."

Rupert looked at her, aching for relief. There was no other way. "Yeah, we do." Rolling her again to her back he placed his hands on either side of her head, watching her as he entered. Her eyes fluttered closed as he began to thrust, slowly, pulling out all the way before entering again. Her hips tilted toward him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Still he watched, never closing his eyes. He needed to see her, to want her. It was better. "Tell me you want me."

She was breathless. "Rupert, I –." He swallowed her answer, his tongue reaching into her mouth as he thrust harder, as he broke the kiss. "Alex" he murmured against her mouth, "I need you…need…tell me please."

"Oh. God." She groaned as he pushed into her, sure she'd split in two. "Want…need…Rupert…" she clawed at his back. "I want you. All of you." "Oh god" he pushed off the bed, he was coming, he couldn't stop, watching as her face split into a smile, clinging to him as he emptied inside her. "Don't stop, Rupert, need more…" In agony he thrust again and again, wanting to give back everything she'd given him, until finally she screamed, arching against him, "Oh god! Yes! Yes!"

Both finally spent they fell to the bed, Rupert unwilling to move, wanting to feel her underneath him. He shifted a little when she wriggled, allowing her to breath.

"Rupert?"

Groan. He couldn't talk.

"Better?"

"Yes," he coughed hoarsely.

"Me too."

He pulled her tighter, and fell asleep.

--

When Alex woke the next morning the bed was empty, but quick observation told her Rupert was in the shower. She sat up, pulling his shirt back around her. She hoped she could stay with him a while. Flicking on the telly, she watched the morning news until he appeared, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Morning." He grinned at her and sat on the bed. He cleared his throat. "OK?"

She smiled, and he was sure he was lost. "Very." She leaned forward and kissed him. He wanted this one. For keeps. "Do you have, uh, plans? Today?"

He shook his head. "Not for a while. You?"

She shook her head. She wanted to ask him where he had been. Why he smelled like a car tyre. She didn't.

"Should we get dressed? Do something?" He pushed aside the collar of his shirt, his fingers running lightly over her shoulder. Followed by his mouth.

She shook her head again. "There's nothing I want to do with you today that requires clothing, Rupert."

He chuckled as he pushed his shirt off her, leaving his towel on the floor as he crawled onto the bed.

"Good."