A/N: forewarning this chapter is basically just mild smut

He picked her up and stumbled a bit, surprised at his own strength, and held on to her legs around him as she gripped his shoulders, an incredulous look on her face. It seemed like his own legs started moving without him as she crashed her lips back to his, and they made their way back to the bedroom. His bedroom. The one that had rarely been used since they moved here, with its pristine bed sheets and neatly arranged fluffed pillows.

He gently set her down, moving one hand from behind her thighs to behind her head, and he got on the bed with her, kissing her all the while. He moved from her lips to her neck and she moaned the most delicious sound he had ever heard, then made a little gasp, like she was surprised at her reaction to his touch. He chuckled, then moved lower, unbuttoning her blouse as he trailed her body with kisses. Her skin felt like silk under his hands, his beard such a rough contrast to the smoothness beneath.

When he reached her slacks and started undoing them, he felt her tense. "Alec, wait." He stopped, laying his hands around her waist and moving his body to look straight at her.

"Y-you don't have to…do…that." She said as she lowered her face.

He moved his hand from her waist to her hair and gently placed a kiss on her lips.

"Do you know how long I've been wanting to taste you?" He heard her breath hitch. He paused, staring into her eyes as he stroked her hair. "Do you want me to?"

The moment he waited for her response felt like an eternity. Eventually, she gave an almost imperceptible nod and breathed out a "god, yes" before he attacked her lips then continued his path downward.

….

He removed her clothing with such tenderness that she felt like she was going to explode. He stopped once more, and she looked down at him to find him staring up at her, waiting for a confirmation, so she gave him one and opened herself up to him completely.

He gave her one last kiss below her bellybutton and…

"Alec," she sighed, hands grasping the flattened bed sheets and crumpling them between her fingers. His facial hair tickled her in the most delightful way, and she arched up to meet him, wanting more, her hands gliding to his head in an effort to make that happen. She gave a light tug on his hair and he growled, vibrations radiating throughout her entire body, sending her over the edge.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him on her chest, head in hands, looking up at her with doting eyes and an affectionate grin on his face.

"Better?"

She took his hands in hers and kissed him, then grinned. "Almost."

She flipped him over and then she was straddling him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. She could feel his length through his trousers, and she rubbed herself against him, earning a moan. "El," he breathed out as she reached his zipper, pulling them down and off his legs, releasing him in the process.

She looked up at him, but before she could say anything he was reaching over to a box on the bedside table and pulled out a condom.

"That's not conspicuous at all." she said, sarcastically. He didn't reply, and just handed it to her with an intense look in his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.

She didn't exhale until he was finally inside her.

She went slow, memorizing the way he felt, the way she felt, the way they felt together, but was soon distracted as she felt him getting antsy beneath her, trying to restrain himself because it was her turn to have control.

"Tell me what you want, Alec."

"You." His hands were on her thighs and she went down to kiss him. While there, he whispered in her ear. "Harder."

She complied, setting the tempo while he was right there with her, matching each others thrusts and creating a masterpiece so glorious she could feel standing ovations from the nonexistent crowd.

When she came for a second time that afternoon, so did he.