His cheek still burned from where she had slapped him and his mind was galloping to catch up with what was happening. The combination of having too much to drink, being slapped, and struggling to continue indifference was causing Alex to have delayed reactions to everything. After she dragged him into the elevator she was screaming at him about something. About everything and nothing and all he could do was stare at her blankly.
Until she was storming away after informing him that he was not to follow her. Then all of the delayed reactions hit him at once and he was striding angrily down the hall behind her, easily catching up. "What the hell was I supposed to do? Come crawling back to the woman who left me standing in a parking lot wishing I had been shot in the head instead? I thought we were both a little above that." He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, holding on to her as she lost her balance from the quickness of his movement.
"Yeah. I'm touching you." Alex was pissed, and while he didn't want to hurt her, he wanted her to know that he was serious. He was then backing her against the wall, though they hadn't reached it yet and he switched topics again. "Was I supposed to leave just because you showed up? Were we supposed to have made a scene and ruined both of our reputations? No. I didn't think so. So we pretended that nothing was wrong. Nothing is wrong." Now he wasn't making any sense, and he had her pinned gently against the floral covered wall.
She didn't look scared. She looked pissed more than anything, but he could tell there were tears forming in her eyes. He was suddenly extremely glad that no one was around to see them in such a compromising position. "Everything is wrong." Alex was almost yelling, but now there was a difference in the way he emphasized his words. "Everything has been wrong since you left me." Accusatory. Hand cupping her delicate jaw, forcing her to look up at him.
Time stopped again. And this time, when his lips were against hers it wasn't with a hesitant, brief manner. No, it was a much angrier, passionate, brutal kiss than he had ever experienced before. The kind of kiss that stripped him of everything and mirrored the vulnerability with which he had stood before Izzie and asked her to marry him. Six years' worth of love tinged with anger had just now been given chance to escape the confines of his carefully built barrier.
Her body responded before her mind could process what was happening and once it did it was too late. Her curves were already melting against him and her mouth had opened to give what he demanded. Her mind screamed out to her that the entire situation was wrong, but her heart was shutting it down. Maybe this was the kind of closure she needed? Maybe she just needed on night to get him out of her system before she could move on with her life. Just one night.
Arms slipped around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer. She needed to feel him, touch him just this once and forget the past. All of her frustration seeped out through her mouth but it didn't stop the realization that they were still in fact standing in the hall. "Alex, we can't," she panted as she turned her head and broke the kiss. "Not here."
His conscience, which usually would be screaming at him for doing this, was curiously quiet. Alex wasn't thinking about anything but the way her body felt against his, the way she tasted, and the way she smelled. The way his body was reacting to her touch. Most of all, the way she wasn't pulling away from him and was instead pulling him closer and closer until it felt like they were one person. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and pulled away, telling him that they couldn't. Not here. Dimly he remembered that they were still in a hallway; felt himself backing away. "No. We can't." Voice low and mumbling, his eyes locked with hers. With every pulse of his heart he could feel his blood rushing hotly through his body. Frustration, confusion, lust and longing filled his gaze. They had a decision to make… but perhaps it had already been made.
Wordlessly Izzie began moving to what he assumed was the door to her room. She fumbled with her evening bag as he watched her from the side, yearning to kiss the curve of her neck. In a few moments she had the door open and was looking at him questioningly. Dumbly he followed and walked into the darkened room. For a split second his conscience scolded him about how wrong this was, but then his arms were around her and their lips were crushed against each others and all he could think about was how he couldn't wait to explore that beautiful, soft skin beneath the burgundy fabric of her dress.
The bag fell to the floor as she lifted her arms and wrapped herself around him. She couldn't believe she had almost forgotten how good he smelled and how the taste of his mouth set her body on fire. There was an electricity between them, one that was undeniable even after all of these years. The Beast was definitely back, and It was back with a vengeance.
Her fingers fumbled with his coat and pulled it sloppily to the floor before they made their attack on the buttons of his shirt. She knew she didn't need to verbalize the intense need she felt and any questioning as to whether or not he was on the same page was silenced when she felt the zipper of her dress get tugged down. This was something that they both needed and it appeared that they were more than willing to give it to each other.
The fabric of her gown pooled at her feet and the moonlight that trickled through the window caused her porcelain skin to glow. In the silence of the room, she reached up and pulled her hair free, the locks cascading down her back in a brilliant flash of gold. There was a hunger dancing behind her eyes as she looked upon him, and it only flared as she closed the small distance between them and led him toward their final destination.
Alex felt her hands at the waist of his pants as they made their way to the bed. Between the two of them he shed the last items of clothing right before they arrived at the point of no return. In the soft glow of the moon she looked almost ethereal and soon his hands were caressing the familiar curves of her body, his mouth soon following suit. It might have been six years since he had touched her like this but he still knew every freckle on her body. He knew every spot that, with the gentlest touch, would have her rendered helpless with waves of pleasure. He hadn't forgotten. He never would.
Soon he was inside of her, his skin burning hot as it pressed against her milky white flesh. Leaning down he planted a few kisses against the skin of her neck and throat, but they were not the soft and gentle kisses of a slow, passionate love. They were the hungry kisses of a man who had been slighted and felt like he had something to prove. He didn't speak her name, didn't say anything, not even as his intensity increased and his breath started to come in shallow bursts. Instead he just let her feel his anger through each kiss and nip of flesh.
For the first time in years he felt out of control. His tumultuous emotions caused his heart to race even faster until he felt it might explode. What they were doing was wrong but in this moment it felt completely right. It was almost as if they were seeking to become one forever, to feel each other at the deepest level of existence. It was filled with six years worth of pain and love repressed, of anger and happiness that should have been theirs. And that spark that had never been extinguished completely, the spark they had shared at the height of their relationship. And the crescendo continued to rise.
When the world finally shattered around them, his name was a cry on her lips. Waves of loved mixed with that of pleasure washed over as her body trembled and sweat glistened on her skin. She loved him. With every breath in her body she loved and would always love him. Had they been brought together again by fate? Had the stars smiled down upon them to grant them one last night of pure happiness? She wasn't quite sure she was ready to believe, but if it was true then she was thankful. It was just a shame that when morning finally came she would have to let go.