A/N: Contains smut.


Kevin should be going straight home to sleep, but he wanted to make things up to Alexis first. They'd been supposed to have dinner together, but he had to cancel last minute when a suspect had been brought in right as he was about to leave the precinct, so he'd been sitting across from a perp in the interrogation room instead of a gorgeous redhead at a restaurant. It was way after dinner when he was finally able to leave work, but he hoped showing up on her doorstep with a pint of her favorite ice cream, cookies and cream, would convince her to let him in for dessert. He hadn't meant that as a euphemism, he thought to himself, but everything was starting to sound a bit dirty to him.

Considering their romantic relationship had started as anonymous club sex, they were doing a miraculously good job of taking it slow now that they'd progressed into official dating. Other than goodnight kisses that were becoming progressively more heated, Kevin and Alexis had managed to keep their hands off each other since the night at The Old Haunt. The young woman had proposed that they refrain while they got to know each other better, wanting lust to confuse any other feelings as they may develop, and Kevin had been fully swayed by her logical appeal.

The clinical way in which she was trying to compartmentalize the facets of their relationship was endearing to him. Alexis was trying to make sense of and find order in her emotions, showing a maturity far beyond what he'd had at her age. Kevin was also impressed by her willpower. He'd long grown out of being an overly hormonal teenage boy who could be turned on by a light breeze, but it had been four weeks of flirting, teasing, and making out, and the mounting tension was getting to him. Alexis though seemed unfazed.

Kevin was determined not to rush her though, so he pushed down the thoughts as he knocked on the door to her apartment. It wasn't Alexis that opened it though, instead he was greeted by Taylor. He only foggily remembered the brunette girl from Halloween, but she was a regular fixture in stories Alexis had told him.

"Well, well, well. Detective Kevin in the flesh. It's nice to finally see your handsome face in person," Taylor said in lieu of hello and stepped aside ushering him into the apartment. "Ooh, and those blue eyes. I bet you and Alexis look crazy good together."

Kevin chuckled at her complete lack of filter. The young woman was even more bold than her roommate had made her out to be. "Just Kevin is fine," he corrected. 'Detective Kevin' made him feel like he patrolled Sesame Street.

"I see you come bearing ice cream. Good man," she approved. "Spoons are in the second drawer on the left in the kitchen and Alexis is in her room," Taylor pointed to each in turn then continued, "I'm heading out. You two have fun."

As he watched the girl go, Kevin thought back to his own college days, when his evenings out started at ten unlike now when he hoped to be home by then. Quickly though, he followed her directions, grabbing a spoon and heading to see the girl he was here for. He opened the door slowly and stood in the doorframe taking in the sight of her before announcing his presence. Alexis looked beautiful as ever in her oversized white t-shirt and checkered green pajama shorts, sitting curled up on top of her bed. Her long copper hair was swept into a messy bun on the top of her head, and she focused on the screen of the laptop in front of her. Her feet were covered by pink and white striped fuzzy socks and a steaming mug was clasped in her hands.

Kevin softly knocked on the now open door and cleared his throat, and she startled at his sudden appearance before a smile of recognition spread over her face. "Sorry I missed dinner," he apologized and displayed to her the carton in his hand. "Think you can forgive me?"

"Nothing to apologize for," Alexis assured him. "It gave me time to go down a youtube rabbit hole of videos of different fruits being turned into goo by a power sander. The avocado one was particularly satisfying. Now bring that ice cream over here," she patted the space on the bed next to her.

Kevin laughed then kicked off his shoes and moved to sit next to her on the mattress, leaning against her headboard and mountain of decorative pillows. His eyes followed her as she turned away from him to set her mug of tea on her bedside table. He noticed her posture stiffen as she wrenched open the top drawer and pushed something off the tabletop into it. Alexis quickly slammed the drawer shut, but not before Kevin caught a glimpse of the long, pink, vaguely cylindrical item she was attempting to conceal.

"Alexis…" he started, waiting until she looked at him to continue, the embarrassment evident on her face. "Did you just hide your vibrator?"

"Shut up!" she shoved against his chest in protest, only barely pushing him into her pillows, then looking away. "We're not talking about this."

He loved the way her blush reddened her cheeks and spread down her neck, especially knowing it was for him. Kevin cupped her face in his hands and turned her to look him in the eye. His thumb rubbed across her cheekbone caressing it softly. She was staring up at him with puppy dog eyes and the urge to tease her vanished and was replaced with a need to comfort her. "It's no big deal. Everyone does it. You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me."

Alexis snuggled closer into him, and Kevin wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her to his chest. "Well, good," she replied. "It's all your fault anyway. You're so damn sexy, every time I see you it's been driving me crazy. I know I'm the one who suggested we ease back into the physical side of things, but my god the last few weeks have been insanely frustrating."

Kevin felt immense relief at her admission to being as affected by the sexual tension as he was. The new images running through his head of her masturbating on the very bed they sat on were not helping him maintain control either. He trailed his hands along her bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh he encountered, "You don't have to tell me how frustrating it's been. Believe me, I know."

She giggled at how quickly his voice had deepened at the mere insinuation of how much they wanted each other. "I think we've waited long enough," Alexis declared, twisting in his lap to straddle his hips and wrap her arms around his neck.

Kevin was so glad he had decided not to go straight home after work. He would've reheated leftover takeout and been asleep by now, completely missing out on having this enchanting vixen grinding against him and pressing her lips into his own like they sustained her. His hands slipped under the loose fabric of her shorts to grip her ass and help her rock against him. Their tongues clashed furiously, both of them unable to hold back any longer.

When their mouths finally parted, Kevin reveled in the way Alexis's already full lips were swollen from his kisses. They stared at each other in charged silence, but never ceased the rhythm of their hips. His hands traveled under her shirt and up her sides, resting on her ribs, thumbs teasingly sweeping across the delicate skin just under her breasts.

"I want you to show me how you touch yourself," Kevin told her.

"What?" Alexis appeared shocked at his request. "Why would you want that? Wouldn't you rather I touch you?"

"I want to see how you make yourself cum. I want you to show me exactly how to make you feel good. I want you to tell me what you were thinking about while you were relieving the frustration after our dates," his hips rocked up into hers at his statement, making her gasp.

Kevin tugged her shirt over her head before recapturing her lips. One hand fisted in her pulled back hair, gently tugging at the silky strands to tip her head back revealing the elegant slope of her neck to him. He used the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe up the column of her throat before suckling on her pulse point softly. When Alexis let out a whimper, Kevin stopped his ravishing.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice soft but stern.

As she followed his direction eagerly, Kevin shut her laptop moving it safely off her bed, then reached into her nightstand to retrieve the vibrator she'd hastily stashed there. Alexis was naked and kneeling on the bed watching him as he retook his position sitting up against the headboard. He pulled her to sit between his legs, her back to his chest, both able to see their reflection in the mirrored closet doors across from them. Kevin tugged the elastic out of her hair, so the red locks draped around her shoulders. He repositioned Alexis's legs to rest outside of his own, allowing him to keep her spread open and on display.

His fingers skimmed lightly over her collarbone before resting his palm over her heart, feeling the way it beat rapidly, "Are you nervous?"

"A little," she answered. "I've never touched myself in front of someone. It's intimidating."

"I hope you know you don't have anything to be scared of with me. I'm never judging you, just constantly in awe," Kevin reassured her. "If you don't trust me, don't feel safe with me, then I'm a terrible boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Alexis asked, for a moment forgetting her compromising position and smiling brightly. "Is that what you are?"

"It is if you'll have me," he nuzzled against her neck.

"I don't know. I think I need a reminder of why I should say yes," as she spoke her hands guided his to cup her breasts.

Kevin loved the way the soft mounds perfectly filled his hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger watching as they pebbled under his touch. "Then show me," he demanded. "Do you touch yourself here?"

He watched in the mirror as Alexis's hands took over for him, pinching the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Kevin's hands traced down her arms gently and he picked up her toy off the bedspread turning it on to the lowest level of vibration before pressing it into her hand. She let it buzz gently against each of her nipples in turn, moaning at the tingling sensation.

Alexis let the device linger against her chest for a few moments before starting a slow path down between her legs. All the while Kevin was running his hands over every flat expanse of her exposed skin he could reach: her thighs, her arms, her ribs. He was hanging on her every breath, enraptured by the little variations in the sounds she'd make in response to the vibrator's stimulation. She gasped loudly at the first press of the toy against her clit. He was unbearably aroused at the sound, his cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his slacks.

"Do you always touch your pretty little clit to get wet and ready, baby?" he breathed out huskily.

"I don't need to," Alexis panted out, turning up the speed of the vibration. "I'm so wet already for you."

Kevin watched as she began to rub the toy up and down her vulva, her glistening arousal visible on the silicone. The continued tracing from her entrance to her clit, sometimes stopping to circle around the engorged nub. Slowly she ratcheted up the intensity of the vibrations, until her legs were shaking and pussy dripped freely, her juices slick across her inner thighs. With her other hand Alexis slipped three fingers into her slippery channel, curling them to press against her walls.

Kevin wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her steady as she writhed against him. Alexis's eyes were tightly shut. Her alabaster skin shined with sweat, and she whimpered bucking her hips against her hand. The movement caused her ass to press against the front of his pants, providing some much needed friction. The show Alexis was putting on for him would be fueling his 'alone time' for years to come.

"Kevin, please, I need more," she begged him, desperate for release.

"Look at your reflection. You need to see how perfect you are when you cum for me."

With one hand Kevin began to fondle her breasts again, while the other took the vibrator from her, holding it with firm pressure against her clit. Alexis's whole body trembled in his arms, and she screamed out as her back arched, "Ugh, yes, Kevin!"

He watched as her pussy contracted around her fingers, the quivering visible to him in the mirror. He didn't power down her vibrator until she began to squirm away from the overstimulation. After the powerful aftershocks of her orgasm, Alexis collapsed into his embrace, eyes shut and head rested against his chest.

"So, is that a yes to me being your boyfriend?" Kevin asked playfully.

"Oh yeah. That's a yes," she answered.

Kevin had known the conversation about being exclusive was on the horizon, but this wasn't how he'd expected it to go. He was learning that with Alexis his expectations were rarely accurate; she was always exceeding them.