Set between 3x09 "Survival Instincts" and 3x10 "Brave New World". Salex confront one another while trapped in a car.
Alex wanted so badly to blame Nikita for where she was. It would've been easy to blame the meddling woman for sticking her and Sean in a vehicle together. But it was their fault they were trapped in the parking lot. If they had just talked to one another instead of arguing relentlessly, they would've cleared the area and been able to complete their shopping. The two were stuck in the SUV, however, watching a police standoff occur across the lot. All exits and entrances were blocked to keep the situation contained. Alex and Sean had to wait it out together in tense silence.
How did it get like that between them. Well, Alex knew how. Sean had left. It was plain and simple. He made that asinine ultimatum, thinking he could protect her; and when he didn't get his way, he just left. Although they had kissed and made up (and even went on a date) since then, things weren't the same. He had brought it up as some sort of joke while running the errands Nikita had sent them to do, and she got pissed. How could he think any of that had been funny. Did he understand how much his actions had stung. He said he couldn't lose another person he loved. Did he not know that the same sentiment was true for her as well.
"Do you want to get coffee after this? Wake up before we finish the team's list of demands?" Sean attempted to break the tension and silence. It wasn't late, despite the sun setting earlier. The two could grab a coffee and continue running errands if the police standoff let up soon. Yet Alex only glared at him. She didn't want to spend any more time with him that night. She wanted to go home, and forget his joke. Nikita's stupid reason for sending them out could be ignored. It was probably just a useless way of getting them to talk anyway.
"I can't have caffeine," Bitterly, Alex muttered. If she didn't respond, Sean would simply keep staring at her with those piercing hazel eyes. Why couldn't he just focus on the standoff across the parking lot instead. Though, with the fogged up windshield, they couldn't see much. To save the battery, the vehicle was left off. Their fuming body heat clouded all the windows. It really didn't matter in the long run. But it gave them few things to put their attention on. They practically had to look at one another. She continued to refuse.
"Oh. Right," Sean glanced away as well. Michael had told him about Alex's relapse. Apparently, she had started using again after she had been shot. She had gotten herself clean again, but it wouldn't have been wise for her to indulge in anything that could become addictive- like caffeine. He wanted to talk with her about it, yet she never dared to open up. Even after they had slept together and went out to dinner, she refused to talk; she always managed a way out of it. But, they were stuck together then. They might as well dive into it, "What happened?"
"My arm was injured. I had to go back out in the field," The excuse was automatic. Alex had said it enough times that it simply slipped past her lips without thought. She wasn't lying. That was one of the excuses for her drug use. However, it wasn't the complete truth. There were so many factors that lent to her relapse; things like that were hardly ever simple. And Sean knew it. His studying gaze was back on her, trying to figure her out. She shut him out, like she had done to the others on their team. Frustration boiled through him.
"That's bullshit."
Fury ignited bright blue eyes. Alex whipped towards Sean, ready to defend herself. But she held back. She didn't have to explain herself to him. He had given up that right when he had left her injured and reeling. She hadn't intended to remind him of all that hurt. But since he had brought all of it to the surface, "You know what's bullshit? You leaving! And don't you dare give me that shit about protecting me. You can't protect me by leaving. God! Don't you know how much I need you too?"
"No, because you don't fucking talk to me! You don't let people in," Sean snapped back in return. He knew he had screwed up. He had messed up terribly, and he'd have to do so much to fix it. Except, he didn't know where to begin. He wanted to apologize to Alex, but getting her to open up was like trying to burst down a steel door. He had teased her for it once, while high on painkillers. Yet the sentiment hadn't gone away. They had been working together for over a year, and they had moved their relationship forward, yet he was still locked out. He was still clawing his way in.
Stubbornness and pride overcame Alex. She crossed her arms and set her jaw. She would rather shut down than answer him. Sean had seen Nikita do it to Michael and Ryan. Whereas the analyst would give up and walk away, the agent kept pushing; his stubbornness would match hers until they worked it out. The Seal could learn from that. He wouldn't accept the young woman's brush off of 'that's not true'. He was going to continue fighting for his right to be by her side. She couldn't push him away- not anymore, "Why don't you tell people the real reason you relapsed?"
"What's there to say? I wanted control over my life for once. I wanted to make sure I could keep everyone from leaving. I wanted to finally have a fucking say in what happens to me," It all spilled out of Alex. She attempted to play it off, but there was no use. Sean knew. She had already been spiraling from her gunshot wound and not being able to help in the field. Add in her friend (well, more than friend) leaving, and it was all too much. She felt out of control. She didn't have a grasp on things- just like when she was in the brothels and on the streets. The fact that she had never learned how to cope without drugs made her dig through the medicine cabinet. She knew better than to go straight for the opiates. But there was that experimental drug, and it was all over.
At least she had gotten clean. However, Alex wouldn't talk about what had happened. Nikita was close to getting her to open up; she always had been able to help her. Yet she was afraid to admit that she couldn't let go of her past like the rogue had. The young woman didn't want to appear weak. Everyone called her strong, and she had to prove them right. How could she let her team down when they were dealing with so much. Sean wouldn't allow her to continue to hold all that in, though. He wasn't going to let her back track. He was there, and they were going to work through things together, "I'm here now. I'm not leaving again."
"Prove it," Alex bit instead. Sean had promised that before, and still left. How was she to know he wasn't going to break her heart again. Surging forward, he kissed her. It was a fierce, desperate press of the lips. Yet affection flowed through them. She kissed him back, awkwardly wrapping her arms around him. Besides clumsily trying to grip one another around the steering wheel and the center console, the two nearly forgot they were in a car. The police standoff became even more far away as they kissed past fury and stubbornness to overwhelming passion. They tried to bring each other closer, chests bumping and backs twinging from the angle. The feel of the other's lips against their own distracted them from the pain, however.
Eventually, Sean and Alex had had enough of only kissing. They wanted more; they needed more. A charged look was shared between hazel and blue eyes. Without a word, they hurriedly stumbled into the backseat of the SUV. The seats had already been put down for the errands that wouldn't fit in the trunk. But since they hadn't completed their shopping, there was plenty of room for them to lie back. Their limbs tangled, as they brought each other close and resumed their intense kisses. The tinted windows, fogged glass, and clouded moonlight hid them from the outside world. The two were in their own bubble of feverish passion. Nothing was going to stop them.
The two were reclined against one of the side doors, kissing as though they might not ever have the chance again. Sean began to play with her breasts through her blouse, fingers massaging and pinching. Alex broke their kiss to moan. Her lips smeared against his, and he brushed his nose against hers. Quickly, she climbed onto his lap and ground down. Although both were wearing jeans, she could feel him hardening and he could feel how hot she was. There was no denying the effect the two had on one another. They were desperate to hold each other and kiss each other senseless. It was all they knew how to do to make up for their past words and actions.
Moving her hips wildly, Alex moaned into a kiss. Sean continued to squeeze her breasts with one hand, the other slipping under her blouse to unhook her bra. Her fingers dug through his hair, gripping the short locks tightly. His head was pulled back, exposing his neck to her. She kissed and sucked at his pulse point. He retaliated by pinching her breast and thrusting his hips upwards. The two were rapidly becoming a moaning mess. If they didn't give into one another soon, they were bound to explode.
Clothes were ripped off without preamble. Their hips were begging to join together, there was no point in taking things slow. Sean did slip his fingers inside her extremely wet heat, and Alex gripped his extraordinarily hard length. But it was mostly to work each other up completely before they came together. Hands moved and twisted deftly. Loud moans echoed throughout the SUV, heightened by the confined space. It didn't take much more to have her fall over the edge. Nearly screaming, her head pressed into the back of the passenger seat. Her hand didn't stop moving against him, so he didn't stop either. Not until she pushed his hand away and pulled him to her, however.
Sean almost chuckled at her eagerness. Yet he was so wrapped up in Alex, he wouldn't dare separate his lips from hers. He laid her down as best he could in the cramped space. Her legs wrapped around his waist to make up for it. He was certain he had a condom in his wallet somewhere; he just wasn't sure where his pants had gone. She helped him locate it, and practically tore his wallet from the pocket. Hands continued to touch and squeeze in an effort to not lose any of their momentum as the condom was put in place. They wanted to be as overwhelmed with passion and pleasure as possible.
Moans only grew louder when he entered inside her. Their hips rocked together, a punishing rhythm set. Sean ran his hands tenderly along her sides, smearing kisses along her lips and jaw. Alex, on the other hand, gripped tight to his shoulders and tried to slam her hips against his. He couldn't hold her back- he never could- and soon they were thrusting into one another harshly. It wasn't to bring pain, or show their previous frustrations. It was simply how powerfully they felt for one another. They couldn't contain their love.
Somehow, Alex's head and neck were pressed into the side door. She didn't pay much mind to it, her attention solely on pleasure. Yet Sean didn't want her to be uncomfortable. He briefly stopped his movements to shift backwards and yank her with him. She moaned hotly into their next kiss as a result. They were growing more and more uncontrollable, hips snapping feverishly. Their kisses were only pecks as they moaned and muttered curses. Her mumble of words turned to Russian as she lost all sense beyond her hips. He encouraged it by pressing a hand between them.
That time, Alex did scream. She fell to pieces hard, bringing Sean with her. Hips and lips were pressed so tightly together, it was impossible for them to be separated. They slowly kissed their way down from their high, attempting to catch their breath. As their senses came back to them, and they remembered they were in the back of one of Division's SUVs, they laughed. All of their fighting and making up really happened inside of Division didn't it. It made sense, however. It was where they had met. And it was where they realized they had fallen in love.
Neither could remain naked in the back of a vehicle for long. They helped each other find their discarded clothes. Spare kisses and tender caresses were given as they dressed. Sean and Alex didn't want to be far from one another. The two had spent too much time with that. From then on, they would remain by the other's side. Wiping away heated fog on the windshield, they checked outside. Not much had changed in the parking lot, except for the standoff. The police had finally driven away. Sean beamed, "Hey. The standoff is over. We can leave."
"How 'bout we get hot chocolates before the rest of the errands," Suggesting, Alex matched his smile. He pressed another kiss to her lips, before they climbed back over the seats. Once they had settled and sped out of the lot, their hands joined on the center console. No one was going anywhere. They were right there forever.
