An AU set between 2x16 "Doublecross" and 2x17 "Arising". Salex succumbing to their feelings in the hotel room.
She was so angry with him, that she kissed him. She was well aware of how little sense that made, but she didn't care. Fury and irritation overwhelmed her senses, and she just had to yank him to her by the shirt. The move was sudden and quick, causing him to pause once their lips connected. But it wasn't long before he was kissing her in return with the same burning passion. They really shouldn't have been doing that. There was intel to focus on, missions to plan, and the rest of the team to coordinate with. None of that mattered once they were making out, however. It shouldn't have been that way, yet they were in no position to stop themselves.
The two had only been digging through Ari's harddrive together. They had sent Cassandra's file to Nikita and Michael, thus giving them the lead on that situation. Alex and Sean were then able to remain in Russia, attempting to find any information against Gogol, Zetrov, and Semak. A lead on where Katya was hiding would've been amazing as well. However, none of that was anything to be livid about. The two were sitting impossibly close to one another, shoulders brushing as they studied the same laptop. Talking was limited, too consumed with reading and jotting down notes. So what could've happened to make Alex so angry.
In her mind, it stemmed from one of those stupid off handed comments from Sean. His snarky replies hadn't been as annoying recently. They used to piss Alex off so much, she nearly tore his head off in Division. But she had grown used to them, and kind of expected them to be a moment of humor in tense moments. Except in that instance, apparently. Maybe she was just too stressed and strung out to see lightness in anything. Semak was being a pain in the ass, her mother was nowhere to be found, and they discovered Cassandra was a mole. It wasn't the time to be a smartass. They had to be as serious as ever.
A kiss certainly was serious, especially with the way they were grabbing at one another. Their position on the couch didn't afford either one of them the upperhand. They had to twist their upper bodies, arms tangled awkwardly, while their lips fused hotly together. Neither was willing to yield to the other. Well, Alex wasn't willing to submit. Sean was still surprised about what was happening. He knew he had gotten on her nerves with his sarcastic comments about Russia, Gogol, and Zetrov. But he was only trying to help her lighten up a bit. They couldn't be stressed all the time. There was no way they could survive the war feeling like that. They had to settle and breathe at some point.
He had probably been too much. He had gotten on Alex before about her Russianness and where her lack of a moral compass had come from. Hearing one more negative thing about Zetrov possibly solidified the terrible thoughts that were already in her head. Sean should've quit a while ago. Her frustrations definitely made him aware of that then. But a part of him was glad he pushed a couple more of her buttons. Who knew when the two of them would've had enough courage to kiss one another like they were. With their baggage and current situation, it could've been months before they acknowledged the feelings brewing between them. Maybe it was a blessing she had snapped in the hotel suite; it had gotten them there, at least.
Shirts were tugged and pulled by increasingly greedy hands. Previous thought seemed to disappear the longer the two kissed. All those emotions and desires Sean and Alex couldn't place when they were around one another simply exploded out of them. It was possible all they needed was a push in the general direction of what their hearts were trying to tell them. Instead of fighting the undeniable magnetic pull to one another, leaving them frustrated and confused, they just had to dive into it. Well, dive into it more or less.
If they weren't willing to think, then they definitely weren't willing to uncover all the complicated, powerful, and raw emotions coursing through them. It became all about the feel of their lips and the press of their hands. Sean managed to shove aside the work they had been doing, saving it from any potential damage, while Alex yanked off his shirt. There was no hesitation before she was kissing him once more. Since her lips had touched his, she hadn't felt the need to stop or slow down. She wanted more, enough to satisfy her and distract her. The sensation just felt oh so right- she didn't know how to define it.
And honestly, she didn't care to. She had over thought and over analyzed enough. She deserved to let it all go, and let her body take control of her mind for once. Sean wasn't having any trouble with that decision. His hands slipped under her shirt, caressing her soft skin. Alex drifted as close to him as their positions would allow. Their legs were tangled, the two somewhat in each other's laps. One of them had to give in order for them to be fully consumed by whatever had overwhelmed them. Fortunately, the two were already on a couch. Being forced to move wouldn't have the chance to deter them from their mission.
Tearing off Alex's shirt gave Sean the opportunity to finally move their kissing forward. When she moved to attach her lips to his once more, he fell back against the cushions and yanked her down with him. She settled on top of him easily, her hands sliding along his sides. His hips jolted of their own accord, and a soft moan escaped her. Instantly, he became determined to hear that sound over and over again. While he unhooked her bra, his lips slipped from her mouth to kiss along her neck and jaw. She shifted to give him better access, and her fingers began work on his fly. Their movements were rushed and frenzied, fingers tripping over themselves in their haste. Yet the feeling of their bodies touching as they moved was mind numbing. The two had been swept up in all consuming passion.
Although the two hadn't been partners long, and despite their contentiousness for one another when they had teamed up in the past, there wasn't necessarily a need for communication between them. Alex and Sean knew exactly what the other was thinking at that moment. That could've frightened them- scared them off with the fact that their intense feelings were reciprocated. Instead, it was comforting. They were finally on the same page about something. It was something rash, and it had the potential to come back and bite them in the ass later, but they happily agreed with one another. There was no going back.
Once her bra was ripped off, she shoved at his pants. Sean flipped her onto her back so he could remove the rest of his clothing as well as hers. Alex didn't mind the action, not when she was able to thread her fingers in his hair and pull him down for a thorough kiss. Their legs entwined and their hands roamed as the intensity built between them. Her hips grew increasingly wild and untamed, as did her moans. He didn't think he could take much more of it. From the start, their kisses, touches, and thrusts had meant to rile each other up and drive them insane. They were soaring towards pleasure together. And if they didn't connect soon, the passion would burn them alive.
Alex shoved at Sean so that he was sitting like he had been on the couch. She straddled his hips before he could question it, sliding her wetness over his length. He thrusted into her, and her head snapped back on a moan. With one hand holding securely to her waist and the other buried in her hair to connect her forehead to his, he began to move. She matched his rhythm thrust for thrust, a mumble of curses falling past her lips. Despite not understanding what the mixture of Russian and English meant, he wanted them to be louder. His thrusts became sharper, and he slipped a hand between them rubbing where they were connected. He started to make sense of what she was saying then; she needed more.
Who was Sean to deny her. Her pleasure was sending him over the edge. Alex rolled her hips just as powerfully as he thrusted, her hands clinging to him and her demands coming out on moans. Their foreheads were still connected, prompting him to open his eyes. God, she was beautiful. That was something he had always known. But in that instant the fact overwhelmed him. He gently caressed her cheek, and her own eyes opened as well. She looked at him with such tenderness and adoration, that it was jarring compared to their harsh hips. Yet, what was their reality together if not full of surprises.
It wasn't much longer before she reached the height of her pleasure. Their snapping hips, gripping hands, passionate kisses, and affectionate gaze had her soaring. Alex managed to kiss him through her moans, as if she was trying to bring him along with her. It worked. Sean followed her into bliss, her name tumbling past his lips. They continued to hold tightly to one another, not willing to let go just yet. There were more kisses and caress and muttered words they wanted to get in, before their world harshly reminded them of where they were. Reality and the aftermath of what they just did could come later. For the time being, Alex and Sean could continue to not think and simply feel one another so close.