#//Thinking that; he’d have a timeframe he’s GOTTA finish by; before the excuse of them doing ‘overtime’ in the dreamscape falls through

[intcrastra]

Brainrotting abt Gallagher again:

So like. What is NEEDED for him to be able to assimilate traits of another person? Does he need to kill them? Ingest the DNA (him or the Meme)?? Just observe them & work from there??? WHAT IS IT????

[jordanmu]

BABY, I’M YOURS ⇻  AULEX.

TAGGING: Alexander Montgomery, Autumn Rose and mentions of Riley Rose.

LOCATION: The Sheraton Mesa Hotel at Wrigleyville West. Mesa, Arizona.

TIMEFRAME: 2/14, late evening.

WARNINGS: NSFW. 

NOTES: Long af. Finished Discord para; After their Valentine’s Day dinner, Autumn and Alex have to be a little sneaky in order to have sex.

AUTUMN ROSE

If anyone could make Autumn Rose feel like a princess for a night, it was Alexander Montgomery. After everything the two of them had been through, he still had a knack for making her feel as if she was the most important person in the world (to him). Not only did he make Autumn feel like this, but her daughter was able to feel like a princess for a night. It’d been a lovely night for the three of them, and all Autumn wanted to do was show Alex exactly how grateful she was. She wanted to kiss him for hours, until her lips were swollen and she couldn’t breathe anymore. Even though she knew she should address the hurt she’d been through, she couldn’t help but just focus on how in love with Alex she still was and would always be. It was almost midnight and in true Riley Rose fashion, she was very much awake and talkative. Autumn had somehow convinced her to stay in ‘her room’ and let her and Alex have privacy, with promising her she could stay up as long as she wanted to. Autumn knew she wouldn’t last long, so she happily walked back towards her own room, smiling softly at Alex because they were finally alone. She didn’t necessarily trust Riley to stay put, so she didn’t immediately go and jump on top of Alex like she wanted to. Instead, she kissed him softly, and then rest her forehead against his. “Thank you so much for today. I somehow convinced her to stay put, but I don’t know how long that’ll last.”

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

For the past six years, Valentine's Day had been a chore for Alexander. At first, he'd been single and had used it as an excuse to hook up with random single girls at clubs. When he started dating and subsequently married Sam, he only celebrated it because she wanted to - every reservation, every bouquet of flowers (never roses), every generic necklace he got her, it was out of obligation. That's what one did for their significant other, right? That's what Valentine's Day was about. Yet, this was the first Valentine's Day he actually cared about - one with Autumn and Riley in Phoenix, of all places. They'd all dressed up and gone to a fancy restaurant, celebrating as if they were a family, and he enjoyed every second of it. It didn't matter that it hadn't been just him and Autumn. In fact, he welcomed that Riley was there too. She was the most important part of Autumn's life, and Alexander wanted both of them to know that she was important to him too. He didn't realize, though, that she had a knack of staying up way past her bedtime and even though he wanted to chuckle at that, he knew that it would be counterintuitive and would earn him a glare from Autumn. And so, as Autumn led her to the other bedroom, Alexander stayed behind, shrugging off his button up before hastily putting on a t-shirt then taking Autumn's present from his duffle bag. While not the best place to carry it, it was still the most practical. "Thank you for wantin' to spend today with me" he murmured against her lips as he kissed her again, chuckling quietly before pressing his lips against hers one more time. "I got you something" he whispered, pulling away in order to grab the jewelry box from the bedside table then handing the long, velvet box to her, "don't say that I shouldn't have bought you anything. I wanted to. Go 'head. Open it." Inside, there was a rose gold pendant necklace, with a simple, yet beautiful diamond... and there was no way he was going to tell her how much it cost.

AUTUMN ROSE

“Of course I wanted to spend today with you,” Autumn told him, her tone matter-of-fact. There wasn’t anyone else in the world she’d rather spend Valentine’s Day with, and she felt so lucky that she was finally able to after six too long years. She kissed him back, enjoying their casual and quick kisses, secretly loving the fact that it was becoming their normal, even though she shouldn’t. She got distracted by her thoughts when she saw the necklace, gasping softly as she took it out of the box. “It’s gorgeous, Alexander,” she murmured, looking at it for a moment before her eyes flickered back up to him. “Will you help me put it on?” She stood up and immediately pulled her hair up into a ponytail, making sure to get everything out of the way. Autumn was still in her dress from dinner, and she was sure the necklace would look amazing with it. After he helped put it on her, Autumn looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. Most times, she never really felt beautiful. But with the way Alex was looking at her, she couldn’t help but believe it too. She blushed and turned back towards him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “Thank you so much. I.. I didn’t get you anything, but I did draw you something.” She walked over towards her book bag, pulling out a page from one of her sketchbooks. It was a simple sketch of Autumn and Alex, but was dated with Valentine’s day six years ago with them kissing cuddled up on his couch. Our last Valentine’s, it read, and underneath it said, to many more. She handed it to him, shrugging. “It’s not much, but I figured I could give it to you today.”

ALEXANDER MONGOMERY

Alexander let out a breath as he looked at Autumn wearing the dress he'd gotten for her along with the necklace, a low whistle escaping his lips as he saw how beautiful she looked - breathtaking, really. Even though he wanted to say something along the lines of wanting to rip off the dress off of her, he stayed quiet, kissing her back just as softly before she pulled away to get something for him. The fact that she'd been drawing lately meant the world to him, even more so that she was sharing her art with him again and going out of her way to make something for him. To Alexander, it meant that she was slowly on her way to being herself again - that, more than anything, was the biggest gift she could give him. "To many more" he read with a smile, nodding and leaning in to kiss her again, murmuring against her lips about how much he loved her sketch. "You're amazing" he whispered as he pulled away, looking at the sketch and smiling again, "you even got the stubble down, huh?" He ran his fingers along his jaw, glad that he'd shaved earlier - he had a feeling she wasn't the biggest fan of his full beard. "You tellin' me I should shave more often?" he asked, smirking at her, "Hm. You tellin' me you like the feel of my stubble when I'm between your legs?"

AUTUMN ROSE

"Thank you," Autumn whispered back when he told her that she was amazing, feeling as if wild butterflies were attacking the inside of her stomach. No matter how long the two of them knew each other, it felt like Alex would always make her just a little bit nervous. She had just recently gotten back into art, and the fact that he appreciated her work so much meant everything to her. Especially because he was one of the reasons her muse slowly started to come back. It wasn't what it used to be, but Autumn was working hard to finally get it back. She was shaken out of her thoughts when he mentioned his stubble, watching his fingers intently as they danced along the skin of his jawline. Autumn had been grateful that Alex shaved for the night, and she felt her cheeks grow warmer when he mentioned him in between her legs. She let out a breathy sigh, not being able to take her mind off of what he just said -- him, in between her legs. "Stop it," Autumn chuckled nervously, wrapping her arms around his neck and reaching up to kiss him, hoping Riley wouldn't barge in anytime soon.

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

"You stop thinkin' about me between your legs" Alexander countered with a shake of his head, giving her a look that let her know that he was certain that's what she was thinking about given the pink tint of her cheeks. "Besides... we can't have none of that right now, babe. Who knows if Riley's sleepin' or if she's gonna wanna come in and chill with us instead." As he spoke, he kissed her neck and traced the necklace with his index finger, loving the fact that she was wearing something he'd given her. He'd always spoiled her, sure, but this was different. Now it was different. Before, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to make it official, citing wanting to be a single college guy but, really, believing that he wasn't good enough for a girl like her. Now? Now he knew that no matter the hardships or his insecurities, he wanted to be with her. "We shouldn't be doin' this" he whispered against her skin then pulled away, looking at her innocently though there was a hint of a mischievous glint in his eye. "We gotta be angels tonight, babe."

AUTUMN ROSE

Autumn couldn’t help but frown when Alex told her that they couldn’t do anything right now because of Riley, but was soon distracted by the way he was kissing her neck. It clicked almost immediately that he was teasing her, and she let out a breathy chuckled when he told her they needed to be angels. “No, no teasing,” Autumn whispered, feeling like she needed to be extra quiet just in case. Even though it was possibly for Riley to walk in at any moment, all Autumn knew was that she wanted Alex. “It’s Valentine’s Day, and I want you..” She trailed off, blushing simply because she said she wanted him. Alex was well aware that she was bad at making the first move and getting things going, so his teasing was a way to just have her wanting more and more. “I just want to kiss you right now,” Autumn told him quietly, pressing her body flush against him. Her dress was a little tight but she loved it, especially because she could still his hands against her through the fabric. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, forgetting about the world around them. “It’s Valentine’s Day and I want you to kiss me.”

ALEXANDER MONTOMGERY

Alexander loved that she was taking control of the situation, telling him - and showing him - what she wanted. While she'd always had a little difficulty with that, he knew that when she wanted something, even if she was embarrassed to say it, she would end up voicing it out of frustration. "I wanna kiss you too" he replied in a voice short of a whisper, his hands finding her hips as their bodies pressed impossibly close together; his fingers gently gripped her there as she looked up at him, her blue eyes shining up at him. "It's Valentine's Day and I'm gonna give you what you want" he said as he leaned in, his left hand traveling up her body so he could cup her cheek, "but let's be real..." he trailed off, his lips brushing against hers for a moment before he continued, "it ain't just today. It's tomorrow. It's the day after that. It's... for however long you want me." He didn't let her reply to that, wanting to delay that talk about the future for a little while longer. Not today. Today, he was going to give her what she wanted. Closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers, he tangled his hand in her hair and deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers. 'I love you' he wanted to say, as he'd been wanting to say to make up for the times he didn't say it, but he kept quiet instead as he led them to the bed. "Lay down" he whispered against her lips, knowing they'd have to break the kiss for a second, but also knowing being in bed would make it so much better.

AUTUMN ROSE

Any thoughts of Riley possibly showing up in the middle of them kissing disappeared, and all Autumn could focus on was exactly how much she wanted to kiss him. If she was given the chance, she'd kiss him for hours on end. Just feeling close to him and knowing that he wanted it too was more than enough. Forever how long you want me, he'd said, and she knew that they should talk about what was happening between them, but right now those things weren't important. They had lost time to make up for, and for Autumn, that was all that mattered in this moment. She couldn't help but moan softly against his mouth, grasping at his shirt to bring him closer to her. She always wanted more from him, no matter how much she got. She nodded when he told her to lay down, admiring him in his clothes for just a moment. He was so incredibly handsome, and she couldn't believe that someone like him wanted someone like her. "Okay," she whispered, turning away from him and walking towards the bed. Please don't wake up, Autumn thought about her daughter as she sat on the edge of the bed, scooting until she finally was laying down. Autumn was nothing if not awkward in these situations, and she couldn't help but smile up at him nervously, her head resting on the pillow. "Is this okay?"

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

"Yeah, baby, this is okay." Alexander was used to this - telling her things were okay and reassuring her that what she was doing wasn't wrong and that she was allowed to do things with him that she otherwise wouldn't. It pained him to know that she'd been in a 'relationship' that made her think she had to think twice about the smallest things. Hopefully, he would be able to help her get out of that mindset eventually. Even though he wanted to take his t-shirt off and tear her dress off of her, he knew that it wouldn't be the most prudent thing to do, especially since they didn't know if Riley was actually asleep or still awake in the other room. "I can't get enough of you" he admitted as he settled between her legs, using his arms to hold himself up as he looked at her, "I could spend the rest of the night kissin' you like this and I wouldn't care. I just... fuck, babe, you know you drive me crazy, right?" Alexander smiled at her before he leaned in to kiss her, a kiss that gradually morphed from gentle to hungry, his hands slowly making their way under her dress. "You gotta be quiet, baby" he whispered against her lips after a moan - was it his? Hers? He wasn't sure. "Can't be too loud."

AUTUMN ROSE

"Okay," Autumn murmured, satisfied with herself when he told her that it was okay. She second guessed herself often, and most of it was thanks to her 'relationship' with Xavier. No matter what, she was under the impression that she wasn't good enough. Alex was good at convincing her otherwise, but some things were harder to shake. Autumn sighed happily when he settled on top of her, her arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him in close, pressing their heads together. The words I love you were right on the tip of her tongue, but she kept quiet instead and listened to his words, coming to terms with the fact that she probably wouldn't stop blushing tonight. She got lost in kissing Alex, loving the way it felt to having him all over her -- his hands, his tongue, his lips, his body. Autumn just wanted more, but the looming thought of her daughter held her somewhat back. Autumn couldn't help but rock her hips forward, trying to create some type of friction between the two of them, needing it. "But you feel so good," Autumn whined quietly, her fingernails dragging over the back of his t-shirt, wanting him as close as possible. "I can't help it."

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

Instead of making another dirty comment in order to make her blush, he moaned quietly as he also moved his hips against hers, glad that he was wearing slacks instead of jeans - he could feel her better like this. "You feel fuckin' amazing" he whispered against her lips, sliding her dress higher until it wasn't really covering her thighs anymore and instead, was pooling by her hips. He slowly dragged his fingers along her legs, hitching one over his waist so he could have a better angle to press himself against her. "You can't be loud" he reminded her before dragging his teeth along her jaw, softly biting down on her skin as he continued to grind his hips against hers, "but you can grab my hair." Another gentle bite. "Or scratch my back." His tongue dragged along her collarbone before he continued, "or bite my shoulder." His hand teased the inside of her thigh, "but you can't moan my name like I know you want to. You can't beg as loud as you usually do. You can't ask for more by all but screaming it. Can you do that?"

AUTUMN ROSE

"Ohmygod," Autumn groaned quietly as she felt Alex pressed up against her. It made her feel dizzy with how much she wanted him, and to feel him straining against his slacks drove her wild. Though she'd never be able to bring herself to do it, she just wanted to rip off their clothes and have him be inside of her. He made her feel desperate, something she wasn't really used to feeling. Autumn knew that she was wet, and she wondered if he could feel it through her panties yet. He was grinding against her and telling her she couldn't make any noise, and even as he talked to her she had to stop herself from saying his name. She pressed her face against the crook of his neck, moaning quietly and nodding as he told her exactly what to do. She preferred that Alex was in control because she trusted him -- and that meant the world. "I'm gonna try.." She whispered, fingers digging into his shoulder as she pushed her hips up to meet his, wanting so badly for there to be less clothes in between them. Just before Autumn could work up the courage to tell Alex exactly that, she was distracted by a shuffling sound outside the door. A giggle was heard from outside the door, and Autumn froze up immediately. Riley. "Mommmmmmmmy," Riley said in a sing-song voice, clearly still very awake. "Can I come in, pease?"

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

While Alexander enjoyed taking his time when it came to Autumn - and he did take his time when he could, praising every inch of her body and telling her that she was beautiful, even though she had never believed him - he knew that this was different. This was filthy and rushed and though he was teasing her, he knew neither of them would be able to hold on for much longer and he'd be taking off her panties soon and unzipping his slacks as well. "Been wantin' to fuck you since you put that dress on" he whispered against her skin, tugging her earlobe between his teeth before adding, "just takin' off your panties and fuckin' you hard and rough, just the way you like it." She was wet, he could feel it, and it only made him want her more. Because of that, he hadn't heard anything else until Riley's voice came from outside the door, asking if she could come in. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath, all but jumping off of Autumn and trying to catch his breath as he ran his hands through his hair, eyes wide as he looked at her. "I should go to the bathroom. I know you're just as horny as I am, but..." he cleared his throat, motioning toward his crotch - the problem was that for him, it was visible. He couldn't help but laugh at their predicament, getting up and fixing her hair and wiping her lips with his thumb until she was decent before heading to the bathroom. "Guess we should get used to this, huh? Ain't gonna be the last time this is gonna happen." It was a promise of a future between them, in a way - where Riley was present and they had to scramble to find a way to act as if nothing was happening. He was okay with that, though. Any future with them was the kind of future he wanted. "I'll come out in a little bit, when I've calmed down. I promise to make it up to you later."

AUTUMN ROSE

Autumn couldn’t help but erupt into a fit of giggles at the look of surprise on Alex’s face, and even more so when he pointed at his crotch as a reason to why he was making his way to the bathroom. She nodded, leaning forward and giving him a gentle kiss. She was still trying to catch her breath, and she pushed herself off of the bed and tried to regain some normalcy before she talked to her daughter. She tugged at her dress and straightened it out, winking over at Alex as she made her way towards the door. “Honey bun,” Autumn sighed as she opened up the door to see a very awake Riley. The young girl looked around the room for Alex quietly, furrowing her brows when she couldn’t find him. She turned towards her mother, and though Autumn knew that she wanted to find Alex, she needed to put her foot down. Autumn grabbed her hand and started leading her back to bedroom, even though Alex was willing to wait things out for Riley. She gave her a speech on how she needed to be a big girl and go to sleep, but ended up dealing with a crying Riley instead. “But I don’t want to go to sleep,” Riley cried, sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed across her chest. Autumn sighed, she disliked having to do things like this. She was never really good at telling her no.

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY 

Alexander knew Riley was looking for him, but he couldn't go out there yet. While he waited, he thought of every little thing that wasn't Autumn underneath him, wet as her body writhed and squirmed, wanting more - sad shit, seeing old people naked, baseball, how bad New York City smells. After a while, his breath had significantly evened out and the evidence of what he and Autumn had been doing was long gone. He furrowed his brows as he got out of the bathroom and heard Riley crying, pursing his lips at the sound; the last thing he wanted was to hear either of them sad. "Hey" he whispered, gently knocking on the door and letting himself in, making his way to the bed and giving Riley a hug. Alexander soothed her by softly rubbing her back for a moment then looked around the room to see if she had any books laying around after she'd pulled away from him.  Although he wanted to tell Riley about their plans for the weekend, he was sure it would sound like a bribe and that was the last thing Autumn needed to have on her hands. "How 'bout we read you somethin'? You think you can try and sleep after we read you one of your favorite stories?"

AUTUMN ROSE

“Look at that.. Alex’s so sweet, isn’t he?” Autumn said softly, loving the way he acted with Riley. Without being prompted, the younger girl immediately wrapped her arms around Alex and climbed over to him, forcing him to hold her and cuddle her. She chuckled, loving the sight of seeing the two of them together. Riley was still crying, talking to Alex about how sleep didn’t sound fun, while Autumn searched for books in the bag she’d brought for Riley. She found a couple of books and gently put them on the bed so she wouldn’t disturb them, and made her way over and sat down next to them. Riley was finally done crying, and by the time that Autumn good look at her she could tell that a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her. “Actually, I have a better idea. You’re such a big girl, right? How about you read by yourself and then go to sleep? I want you to impress mommy by showing me how much of a big girl you can be.” Riley nodded, still pouting, and climbed out of Alex’s arms. “Okay, mommy.” Autumn tucked her in, telling Riley the whole time how she was so proud of her for being big a big girl. Usually, her daughter would get exhausted after crying, and it seemed like Riley was suddenly too tired to even pick up the book. After Alex said good night, they made their way out of the room and Autumn closed the door behind them, chuckling quietly. “Oh my gosh. That just happened.”

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

Although both he and Autumn had known that Riley interrupting them was a possibility, it had still been a surprise to him - mostly because he'd been so into it that her little voice didn't register until it was a second too late. Nevertheless, he thought she was absolutely adorable and made sure to help Autumn get her to sleep. It wasn't even because he wanted to get back to it, but rather because he wanted to help Autumn; she'd had to do this on her own for the longest time and had only recently been able to get help from her mother and sisters - it was about time she knew she could count on him to help with Riley too. Once Riley had cried herself into exhaustion, they finally were able to bid her good night and head back to the room. Alexander couldn't help but chuckle as Autumn was, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug from behind then kissing her temple. "Is this what parents gotta go through when they're tryin'a get it in?" He murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder, still hugging her from behind. "I could get used to that..." he mused quietly, trailing off and not realizing what he'd just said - it was normal to him to talk about the future, "we could get creative."

AUTUMN ROSE

Autumn couldn't help but focus on the fact that Alex had referred to them as parents, smiling softly as she realized how much he had already fallen in love with Riley. Ever since she gave birth to her, Riley had been Autumn's number one priority. It seemed as if Alex understood this and did everything he could to make sure that the two of them were happy and content. Instead of commenting on what he had said, she nodded and kissed him on the tip of his nose, happy to think about a future with them. It was easier to forgive him when she realized that he envisioned a future with the three of them. "Creative?" She quirked an eyebrow, giggling as she led Alex back towards her own bedroom. Even though Riley had fallen asleep, there was no promising that she would stay asleep. After she closed the door behind them, she turned towards him and gave him a nervous smile. She could still feel that her panties were soaked, and remembered what it felt like to have him pressed up against her so perfectly. "What're your ideas?"

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

Just because the effect she had on him wasn't visible anymore, didn't mean Alexander didn't want her anymore - in fact, it was quite the opposite. Ever since they met, he ended up going back to her for many reasons, even when he was an asshole and said he wanted to sleep around. The main one, though? His feelings for her. She had always been and would always be the best he ever had. "Someone can't get enough of me" he teased, picking her up in one swift move and leading her to the bed. While Riley was currently asleep, he was sure that it didn't mean she'd sleep through the night - and he was okay with that. Like he said, they would just have to find a way to be creative. "First of all..." he trailed off, gently laying her down on the bed, "we ain't gonna be gettin' undressed. It's gonna be rough, filthy and quick and you're gonna have to be quiet. I gave you ideas. S'up to you know how you're gonna keep yourself from screamin' my name."

AUTUMN ROSE

"I can't help it," Autumn giggled shyly when Alex mentioned she couldn't get enough of him, letting out a small squeak in surprise as he scooped her up in his arms. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, not even as he laid her down on the bed. He didn't even have to touch her or kiss her, and she felt her panties grow increasingly wet -- almost to the point of of being uncomfortable. She squirmed underneath him, feeling overwhelmingly hot as he continued to talk. It was almost like the whole thing with Riley hadn't happened, and he could just as easily have her head spinning in mere moments. "Oh, God," Autumn whispered, feeling somewhat desperate to have him right now. "Okay, I can do that. I can do that if it means I get you.." She trailed off, her thumbs hooking into his belt loops as she tugged him closer, blue eyes staring up at him, and she knew that he could see how much she wanted him. She wanted to voice it, anyway. "Alex.." She started, biting her lip as he eyes flickered down to his lips. "I want you so bad, please.."

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

The intensity in her eyes was driving Alexander wild, the way she was looking at him told him all he needed to know; she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. While he was the one who told Autumn that she needed to be quiet, he had to remind himself as well that Riley was in the other room and he couldn't be as vocal as he usually was. He would also have to focus his energy elsewhere - perhaps by leaving marks all over her chest. "You're always gonna get me, baby" he whispered, the words coming out a little more vulnerable and soft than he meant them to, but he was making sure that she knew his promise for the future was one he intended to keep. When Autumn begged, he was pretty much a goner and he hastily pulled up her dress as he had before so it could pool at her waist. He quickly pulled her underwear off of her, maneuvering it off of her legs as well and throwing it on the floor as he once again settled between her legs. His fingers teased her, a deep but quiet groan rumbling in his chest as he noticed how wet she was for him. "For me?" he asked, continuing to tease her before slowly sliding his index finger inside of her. "You want me that bad, huh? Tell me. C'mon, baby. Tell me what you want."

AUTUMN ROSE

Something about having to keep her clothes on made the whole thing much better to Autumn, and she couldn’t help but love the way he discarded of her underwear so quickly, looking at her as if he wanted to devour her. Her back arched slightly when she felt Alex’s fingers teasing her for a moment, and a gasp got caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to tell him that yes, it was for him, but cut herself off with a quiet moan as she felt his finger inside of her. “Ohmygod,” Autumn mumbled, her hips thrusting upwards, wanting and needing more of him. Feeling these types of things were overwhelming for her, and she was never entirely sure if she was doing it right. When she was with Alex, she tried her hardest to just.. be, and say what she wants. Which is exactly what Alex wanted her to say. “You, you.. I want you,” Autumn stuttered in her words, her fingers digging into his shoulder just a bit, craving something else. “I just want.. everything with you. I just want you...” Autumn swallowed, gathering up the courage to look him in the eyes as she said it, “I want you inside of me.”

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

As Autumn told him that she wanted him, Alexander curled his finger just right, smirking as he felt her fingers digging into his shoulder as she tried to be quiet and also tried to get more from him. There was something pretty damn thrilling about having to do this while still fully clothed, and even more so knowing that they had to be quiet and make minimal noise. When she murmured exactly what she wanted, he let out a deep breath and leaned his forehead against hers, continuing to work his finger and eventually adding another. "Back pocket" he whispered, hoping she could reach "I got my wallet there. Just look for a... fuck, babe, you're so wet - should be a condom there." What? He was prepared in case she wanted to have a little fun with him after dinner. "I love you" he whispered, the words barely audible as he groaned a little louder than he meant to, his fingers teasing her and driving him insane as well in the process.

AUTUMN ROSE

Even though plenty of years had passed, it seemed as if Alex still knew exactly what to do in order to drive Autumn wild. He moved his fingers just right, pressing up perfectly inside of her and while it felt nice, she craved a lot more than just his fingers. She bit down on his shoulder gently as she held in a groan, rocking her hips up rhythmically to meet the thrust of his fingers. It seemed as if Alex felt just as overwhelmed as Autumn as he stuttered on his words, but she understood one thing -- there was a condom in his wallet that was in his back pocket. The fact that he'd brought one along made her blush and she leaned forward and reached around, fishing for his wallet in his back pocket. She grabbed it, looking up at him nervously as she took the condom out of the wallet. She set it on the bedside table and then handed it to Alex, giving him a shy smile and kissing him softly. "Please, baby."

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

Though Alexander enjoyed taking his time with Autumn - he knew Xavier had never actually wanted her and sex between them had been for his pleasure only - so he could praise and kiss every inch of her body, constantly telling her that she was beautiful, they both knew that it wouldn’t be the case tonight. He couldn’t keep teasing her and definitely couldn’t spend half an hour going down on her, making her come undone with his tongue. The last thing they needed tonight, on Valentine’s Day, was to be interrupted. Though he hated to remove his fingers, he did just that, maintaining eye contact with Autumn as he licked them clean, giving her a wink before he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and quickly grabbed the condom. Even though experienced, he still fumbled around with it, finally rolling it on himself and looking into her eyes as he hitched her leg on his hips, his own body angling in a way he knew would make her crazy. Alexander cursed as he slowly pushed inside, his lips crashing into hers as he tried to swallow their moans in a deep and hungry kiss. Fast. Rough. He had to remember that as he started to move his hips.

AUTUMN ROSE

Even though Autumn and Alex usually took their time when they were together, tonight was different. It was rushed, rough and sloppy -- and she loved every single second of it. Any moment that she could be with Alex like this was perfect, and all she could do was watch him with wide curious eyes before he pushed himself inside of her. She wanted to scream out his name and tell him exactly how good it felt, but instead she buried her face against his neck. She moaned out his name, finger nails digging into his back as he thrust into her perfectly. She couldn't even find the correct words, knowing that this needed to be quick and they didn't have a lot of time. He kissed her, and she couldn't help but moan against his mouth, her hips meeting his every single time. She bit on his bottom lip hard, distracting herself from how good it felt and how perfect his thrusts were. "You feel so good," Autumn managed, her voice hoarse and thick with want. Her fingers thread in his hair, tugging at the hair as his fast pace continued, just needing him close.

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

To Alexander, it was difficult to maintain a steady rhythm - it was sloppy and rough, their hips meeting halfway as they both tried to find the perfect angle, which wasn't hard. They'd always had great sexual chemistry once Autumn had let go of her inhibitions. When she was lost in the moment, deep in the thralls of euphoria and pleasure, she was more bold and often told him exactly what she wanted. Even after all the time that they'd lost, they were still a perfect match both between the sheets and out. They knew each other's bodies, knew what felt good to them both, knew what the other needed to hear to drive them mad. Tonight wasn't any different. They were both doing things to drive the other crazy, keeping their moans and pleads quiet as they continued to meet each other halfway. Even though he was sure he'd ripped her dress, he'd roughly pulled it down by her chest, needing to elicit a moan from her as he flicked his tongue on her nipple. He was teetering on the edge, but wasn't there yet, his lips finding as much of her skin as he could and marking her as his all over. He could feel her hands on his hair or shoulders, her breath against his ear; she was leaving her mark on him as well and he knew he would feel the effects of her attempts at keeping quiet well into their trip. "Bite me" he whispered, his forehead against her collarbone, their sweat mingling together as they continued their pace, "scratch me. I don't care. Do what you want to me."

AUTUMN ROSE

"I love you," Autumn whispered in the middle of the thrusting and groaning, feeling closer to him than ever. No matter how rushed this was, she felt a strong connection to him in every sense of the word. It was as if her skin was on fire wherever he touched her, leaving his mark as he nibbled on her skin when it felt too damn good. Autumn did everything in her willpower to bring him closer -- wrapping her legs around him as tight as possible, tugging his hair, thrusting her hips up to meet his every single time -- and it never felt like enough. She kept teetering on the edge of bliss but held off, wanting to finish at the exact same time that Alex did. This was dirty and beautiful all at the same time, and when Alex had told Autumn to bite him, she couldn't help but oblige. She tugged his head down roughly, nibbling on his earlobe before sinking her teeth into the crook of her neck, her moans being muffled by his skin. It felt as if her legs were shaking, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get right on the edge with Alex, riding it out with him. She dragged her fingernails down his back, and even though his clothes were still on, she knew that she was making a mark and she was more than happy to do so. A few more painstakingly perfect thrusts, and Autumn felt like a goner, and she moaned much louder than she meant to. "I'm.. I'm close. I want you to come with me, baby, please.." Autumn was panting, lips red and swollen as she looked up at him, cupping his face in her palm. "Come with me, Alex."

ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY

Perhaps Alexander didn't know what life would bring him in the future, and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know what was ahead and instead wanted to face it head on whenever it happened. But when Autumn told him she loved him, even in the middle of raunchy, filthy sex, he knew that that was something - perhaps the one thing - he really wanted. For the longest time, he'd believed that baseball was his first love, but Autumn was his true love. "I love you too, baby girl" he whispered against her lips, knowing that they were both close and loving the fact that they were connected even then. While he knew that Autumn needed a little push, he enjoyed that she took his advice and started biting him, scratching him, leaving marks all over him for him to remember her later. He didn't care if they were visible and didn't care if the guys would see and give him grief for it for the rest of camp. As they both almost reached their peak, Alexander and Autumn had almost forgotten that they were supposed to be quiet. They groaned loudly, Alexander even more so when she was begging for him to come for her, blue eyes pleading for them to both come undone together. He nodded, whispering that he loved her before he finally let go, looking into her eyes as he did so. It was intimate - a lot more intimate than fucking in their dress clothes should've been - but it was them. They'd always been connected. Again, he told her that he loved her, kissing her softly as he came down from his high.

AUTUMN ROSE

Even in the midst of raunchy sex like this, things with Autumn and Alex had felt intense. She kept her eyes trained on him as they came undone together, muttering that she loved him over and over again. She rode out the orgasm happily, kissing all over his cheek and down to his neck. Autumn felt the buzzing all over her body, loving the way he felt inside of her even afterwards. She stared up at him, chest heaving, not being able really say anything. She was completely speechless. As she finally felt the last bit of her intense orgasm, she fell back against the bed and let out a happy chuckle. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt something like that, and of course it was all thanks to Alex. She kissed him back sloppily, feeling out of it and drunk on the way she felt with him on top of her. She pressed her forehead against Alex’s, listening his labored breaths as well. “That was..” Autumn started, still not completely there. “Wow.”

[stillthewordgirl]

LOT/CC fic: A Little Trouble (ch. 2 of 4)

In a universe where the Legends returned to their earlier lives after Savage’s defeat, Sara Lance is bored out of her mind. And then a certain crook turns up…

Set in an AU in which no one died at the Oculus, Miranda and Jonas lived, and Rip promised to return for the Legends-and hasn’t, yet. Many thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta read. Can also be read here at AO3 and here at FF.net.

And, yes, that reference is exactly what you think it is. :)

Sara's promised to finish out her shift, but otherwise seems quite happy to leave the bartending job behind her for a time to help him with whatever plan he's come up with. It's really been about keeping busy, she'd told him with a grin, and if she gets to put down the occasional bar brawl, that's even better.

She's just so obviously pleased, so sincerely happy to see him, that he's really regretting not showing up earlier. Maybe then he'd have thought of something better than a heist that has no basis in reality. But maybe this happiness has more to do with the promise of doing something, anything, than with his presence, he thinks a tad glumly as she watches her bantering with a few customers down at the other end of the bar.

Well. He can understand that.

Her breaks are becoming fewer as the crowd picks up, but she keeps returning to his corner when she can, refilling his drink (he'd switched to soda hours ago) and leaning on the bar to chat. They wrap references to their time on the Waverider in coded words that won't alert those around them to things like time travel and assassins and immortal psychopaths, grinning at each other when one or the other makes a particularly good reference.

"I'm here until closing tonight," she says with a sigh during one brief break, just as things are getting truly busy. "I'm sure you don't want to hang around that long…"

He would, actually, if she asked.

But he can take a hint.

"I can take off now," he says smoothly, rising from the bar stool and reaching for his jacket. "See you tomorrow?"

Is that a flash of disappointment in her eyes? But Sara nods and gives him a half-smile, then hesitates, moving closer.

"Whatever this is, Crook," she says in a low tone, "no one gets hurt. Right?"

He gives her a mock-offended look. She knows his feelings on that. "A heist in which there's violence is a poorly planned heist."

"I know. But…well…"

Cop's daughter. "Promise," he tells her, trying to convey his seriousness with the tone of his voice. "I'll give you more info tomorrow. Where do you want to meet?"

Sara looks thoughtful. "I'm staying with a friend," she says slowly. "So that won't work." She smiles a little, eyeing him. "I know too many people around here, and you're a bit too notorious, to make this really convenient," she says with amusement. "You sure this is a good idea?"

In for a penny. "Positive." He gives her a look through his eyelashes. "Notorious, huh?"

She leans close…close enough to make him inhale sharply, something she can't possibly miss…and then grins again. "Extremely."

She takes a step back as he tries to look like he's not composing himself. "There's a park down by the waterfront. Meet you about noon? It's not like either of us is a morning person."

"That works." The more time he has to figure out what he's doing here, the better. "I'll bring coffee."

"My hero."

She laughs at the look he gives her before he leaves.

Sara's humming to herself when she turns back to the bar, her heart lighter than it's been in a while. She's still smiling while serving a bunch of the usual suspects—the man older than her father whose fingers she'd had to threaten to break the first night she was here (but only once), the pairs of "bros" she's pretty sure are secretly dating, the giggling just-barely 21s she keeps a keen eye on.

And when she turns around again, Maria is standing there, watching her with a knowing smile.

"You know," she comments to the younger woman, "you just lost me a bet with myself. I'd wagered myself a new pair of heels that you'd be goin' home with that young man."

Despite another twinge of regret, Sara can't help but laugh at the thought of Leonard's reaction to being called "young man." "He's a former...co-worker," she tells Maria breezily. "Needs some help with something. A friend."

"Mmhmm. You didn't see the way he was watchin' you when you weren't looking," the older woman says shrewdly, turning to hand off a beer. "That's not how 'just friends' look at each other."

Sara snorts. "I'm wearing tight jeans," she reminds her friend. "He has eyes."

"That's not what I meant."

There's something in Maria's tone that makes Sara stop, even in the middle of the chaos of the bar, and stare at her.

"That man looked at you like you were water, and he hadn't had a drink in weeks," the waitress says, leaning on the bar, nostalgia in her voice and a certain understanding. "And I don't mean 'cause of the jeans, although I'm sure that helps. I remember my Elena looking at me like that, way back when. Not that she doesn't still, sometimes, but..."

"It's not...

...for me...and you...and me and you...

"...like that," Sara finishes lamely. "If he wanted to..."

You want to steal a kiss from me, Leonard?"

"...he'd have said..."

You'd better be a hell of a thief.

Sara sighs. "It's busy," she tells the other woman, "I have to get back to work."

Maria watches her younger colleague move down to the other end of the bar and shakes her head before heading back into the Friday night fray.

"And you, honey," she says with a sigh, gathering a tray full of drinks, "you looked at him just the same."

Research into the leading Star City museums comes up empty. Leonard frowns at the screen of his laptop. There are valuables there, sure, but none of a level of uniqueness that would really tempt him. He doesn't think a heist of mere monetary value is really going to impress Sara, anyway, and frankly, these days it doesn't really interest him either.

Which leaves stealing something useful, unique, valuable in a nonmonetary way…or at least valuable in more than a monetary way. But what…and why…

He leans back in his chair and stares at the screen, a memory-and faint tendril of inspiration—rising. Yes…yes, that could work.

But he still needs something to steal. And there's no way around it: with this sort of timeframe, he's going to need to ask for help.

Leonard sighs, picks up his phone, stares at it a moment, and then sighs again and dials a number.

One ring. Two.

"Hello?"

"Scarlet," he says, keeping his tone businesslike. "I need a favor."

A long pause. Then: "Snart?" Barry Allen says, his tone mystified. "Where are…what kind of favor?"

"Who's someone in Star City who deserves to be stolen from?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Leonard rises from the desk, strolls over to the windows in the hotel suite. "I need to find someone in Star City with information to steal. Information they don't want anyone to have. A 'bad guy,' to use your simplistic terminology."

"I can't help you steal." Barry sounds appalled. There's the faint sound of traffic in the background; he must have left wherever speedsters hang out on Friday nights and gone outside. Good. "And it's not exactly my territory anyway."

"But you know people here."

"Yeah, well, so do you!" A beat. "Wait. You're in Star City?"

"Do not tell Mick. Or Raymond."

"Ray would probably know someone, you know." Barry sounds a little less appalled now and a little more amused. "Or you could ask Sara Lance. She lives there, you know."

The kid can't see him, but Leonard rolls his eyes anyway. "Yeah, yeah," he drawls, trying to keep his voice uninterested. "Come on, I'll owe you a favor. There's gotta be someone here who could stand to be taken down a few pegs…or just be taken down. I just need a lead."

"Why?"

That gives him pause. "I can't tell you."

"Then no deal."

There's a little steel in the kid's voice. Leonard's impressed.

"Look," he says, wheedling a little. "I've already promised that no one gets hurts on this…job. And you know the sort of people I mean. The rich, the powerful, the ones that think no one can touch them. There's got to be someone."

Barry sighs. "Look," he says, and Leonard can hear him starting to cave. "I'm sure there is. But I don't know who I could…"

He stops, the wheels nearly audibly turning.

"Spill it."

"OK, OK." Barry says slowly. "I do know someone. I'll ask if…if they know anyone who'll fit the bill. I can't guarantee anything. When do you need it by?"

"Tomorrow morning. As early as possible."

"What!? Snart, you do realize it's past 11 p.m…."

"I'll owe you one, kid. Thanks." Smirking, he hangs up on Barry's protests and stretches, then heads back to the computer.

He may have walked into this without a plan, but he'll be damned if he doesn't know Star City as well as he can by the next time he sees Sara.

Time to do some studying. And thank god for Google Maps.

The people strolling in Star City's Galleria Mall might be forgiven if they, consciously or unconsciously, move to veer around the bespectacled blond woman who's muttering to herself as she stalks through the building's main concourse, cup of coffee in one hand, the other clenched in a fist. None of the stores are open yet, but the mall walkers and mommy-and-me groups are out in force, and she weaves through them like a woman on a mission, grumbling as she goes.

Eventually, she selects an unoccupied bench at the opposite end from the food court, one of the quieter locations at the time. Still, anyone who ventured down to that end of the mall might hear the odd word of profanity, mixed in with "Barry" and "Allen" and "owe me." After a few moments of peering suspiciously around, she opens her cup of coffee and takes a long drink, sighing as caffeine hits bloodstream.

And that's when a tall man, dressed impeccably in jeans and a dove-gray button-down shirt, drops into the seat next to her.

"Good morning, Ms. Smoak," he drawls. "You're looking well."

Felicity, whose first impulse is to slap him and whose second impulse is to reach for the Mace in her purse, can't restrain a tiny yelp of surprise, followed by a defensive slide to the other end of the bench. The man in question, however, doesn't react, simply leaning back on the bench and smirking at her.

"Leonard Snart. Goddamnit, Barry. You could have..." Then she stops and narrows her eyes at him. "What are you doing in Star City? Does Sara know you're here?"

Snart, to her surprise, promptly loses the smug smile and blinks at her.

"What?" he says blankly.

"Sara. Sara Lance," Felicity shoots back impatiently. "I know you know her; she's talked about how you traveled together. Tried to tell me you weren't a bad guy. I thought you... you Legends... were a team; if you came all this way and haven't..."

"She talks about me?"

Snart, apparently, is still hung up on her earlier words.

And just like that, it starts coming together.

Felicity bites back her ire and eyes him speculatively, then shakes her head. "Barry didn't tell me you were the one who wanted information," she says, ignoring his question. "He's going to pay for that. But I managed to put together what he asked. And...noooo..." She raises a hand as he starts to say something. "First, I want to know why you want this. And you can't just talk me into it like you did him, buddy. Barry's too nice for his own good some days."

Snart glares at her. She glares back.

He's far less intimidating with Sara's words about cards games and bar brawls and chubby-cheeked babies in mind, she decides while glaring. And he is a damned fine-looking man, if you don't have to worry about the whole cold-gun-pointed-at-you thing.

Finally, he sighs, tilting his head to the side, a long-suffering expression on his face. Felicity folds her arms and waits.

"I need to plan a heist," Snart says finally. "Something out of the ordinary. And no, I'm not telling you why, but I've already promised no one will get hurt. I just need a good target. Someone who deserves a...comeuppance, if you will."

Felicity studies him a moment longer, frowning. She's pretty sure he's telling the truth, as far as it goes, but the lack of reasons bugs her. Why isn't he in Central City—a city he allegedly knows like the back of his hand-to pull off his mystery heist? Why Star? Why is the heist itself what matters most?

And...

And he never said Sara didn't know he was here.

Felicity's mouth drops open and she stares at him, the pieces falling into place in her head.

"That's it!" she breathes. "You're doing this to impress Sara!"

Snart's eyes widen, but he doesn't immediately retort, which Felicity takes as confirmation of her wild guess. "That's it! I'm right, aren't I?" She sets her coffee down, clapping her hands. "Aww, does Captain Cold have a crush?"

The crook opens his mouth, closes it. Felicity grins. "No, more than a crush." She tilts her head, considering him. "You…

"Enough."

Snart's voice is quiet enough, intense enough, that she actually listens, startled out of her amusement by his tone. He looks her right in the eyes, then glances away and shrugs.

"Do you have the information, or not?" he mutters, "because if not, I have better things I could be doing with my time."

He couldn't have confirmed it more if he'd shouted "I've fallen for Sara Lance" from the rooftops. Felicity takes a deep breath, then nods, opening the fingers of her left hand to show him a USB flash drive.

"This is everything we have on Steven Kay, one of Star City's top tycoons." She nods as Snart's eyes narrow. "I see you've heard of him. Pardon my language, but he's a real dick. I'm pretty sure he's all about the blackmail, but it's not easy to prove, and...the Green Arrow...can't go after everyone..."

"Yes, I'm sure he's very busy." Snart smirks at her in a way that makes Felicity uncomfortably sure he knows exactly who the Green Arrow is, then frowns at the drive. "So, if you have the information there..."

"This is just background information on him, his business, and his building, along with some past suspicions and allegations. He keeps his black book in hard copy." Felicity glares at the drive herself. "It's very irritating. The book is, from what I'm told, locked in his penthouse office in the Kay building downtown. Lots of security, etc., etc. That's what you want."

"So, not only is that likely enough to take Kay down, but also lots of his rotten big-business buddies, because this guy's not going to bother with pocket change," Snart muses. "Yeah. Yeah, that works."

He lifts an eyebrow at her and extends a hand. Felicity sighs, then reaches out to hand over the drive ...but pauses.

"And once you have the black book," she asks sternly, "what are you going to do with it? 'Cause the selling-it-to-the-highest-bidder thing, it doesn't work out well. This could do a lot of damage in the wrong hands."

Snart's mouth twitches, perhaps at the notion he could be considered the right hands. Still, he nods at the question, allowing her the point.

"I have...a friend. Well, a friend of my sister's. Who has a team. They provide..." He thinks it over a moment, then cocks his head at her, "...leverage."

Felicity's mouth forms a startled little "o" and she stares at him another minute. Then she nods back.

"I...might know something about that," she admits slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, that's a good place for this. You'd give it to them? Promise?"

"Does my promise actually mean anything to you?" He's expecting scorn in response, but Felicity gives him a long look, then shrugs.

"If only because of Sara," she says. "Whatever else is going on with you two, I think you care about what she thinks. And if you know her at all, you know not to really piss her off, or you might wind up with a bad case of dead or maimed."

She reaches out, then, and drops the drive into his outstretched hand. Snart pockets it smoothly, then rises, giving her an enigmatic smile as he does so.

"You won't tell..."

"No." Felicity rolls her eyes. "Not unless I have to for some reason. So don't give me one, OK? Sara likes you, though I haven't the foggiest idea why. I'd hate to mess that up."

Snart nods, seriously, but then the familiar smirk reappears.

"Well, then," he drawls, turning away. "Nice doing business with you, Ms. Smoak. My regards to the mayor."

Felicity watches him saunter off into the mall, shaking her head, then grins smugly as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"Still the age of the geek," she quips happily, "baby!"