#alex gachenyuk fic

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not shy of a spark - alex galchenyuk

series:  not shy of a spark

summary:  The Morning After is sometimes the best part of the whole affair.

warning: this contains smut. if you are under the age of 18, back away now.

word count: 1,981

Lola heard the front door open and then somebody moving around the house comfortably. She froze before hastily climbing out of Alex’s lap and picking up her underwear, pulling them on.

She wanted to scream but kept her voice low enough that whoever was downstairs wouldn’t be able to hear her as she seethed, “If you have a girlfriend—”

“It’s just Anna,” Alex said, with a wave of his hand before he stood up and wrapped his arms around Lola’s waist. He pressed a kiss against the back of her neck before she moved his arms away from her, prompting him to clarify, “My sister.”

Lola relaxed for a second before she tensed up again, pulling out of Alex’s arms to hastily collect her clothes.

“That’s probably worse.”

She had to move around Alex, as he stood still in the middle of the room, while she tried to find the clothes that she had been wearing the night before.

“How is that worse?” he asked, keeping his hands to himself but keeping an eye on her. “Anna is fine. Won’t say anything about anything to anyone. She’ll say hello and go back to whatever.”

Lola held her dress to her chest and sighed, “You’re really okay with your one-night stand meeting your sister?”

“Maybe you aren’t a one-night stand, I don’t know,” he said with a casual shrug. He had turned away as he was speaking but Lola was sure that she saw his cheeks beginning to turn read.

Lola smiled softly and walked to him, turning him back to face her and stepping on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Can I have a shower at least before I meet her? And I might need to go through your clothes for something to wear. If they see me walking into my building with the same clothes as last night, I won’t hear the end of it.”

“Sure. Come downstairs when you’re ready. I’ll make breakfast.”

Lola restrained herself from looking through all of Alex’s bathroom cupboards, but she did pull out every drawer in his closet as she searched for something she could wear home. She was delighted to find that he wasn’t hiding anything weird, no engagement rings or ancient adult magazines, and even more delighted when she pulled out a shirt that she could definitely make work with her tights and even her thigh high boots. She pulled her tights on and then a dress shirt over her head. She put on one of Alex’s sweaters before using a belt to cinch her waist.

At the bottom of the stairs she quickly straightened out the shirt and rustled her fingers through her hair and prepared herself to meet Anna.

They were talking to each other in Russian, she could hear them from around the corner and she hovered in the doorway, wondering if she should take a seat or if she could help herself to a glass of water.

“Alex!” Anna gasped, hitting Alex across the chest. “That’s Lola Faraday.”

Lola looked between the two of them, Alex had barely looked up to see her enter the room, but he was smirking around his forkful of eggs.

“Oh,” he said casually. “You talk about her a lot.”

Anna shoved Alex’s head, pushing his face dangerously close to his plate, and stood up to walk towards Lola.

“Hi, I’m Anna. Sorry to be so in your face but I love you. Everything about my wardrobe and make up is inspired by you.”

Lola smiled and leaned forward, accepting Anna’s hug. “That’s really nice of you.”

“Anna’s a model, too. She tries to recreate your poses.” Alex looked to Anna, “NEXT, right?”

“You’re with NEXT?” Lola asked. “That’s so cool! I got my start with them, in Toronto.”

“She knows.”

“Stop it,” Anna said harshly, hitting him on the back of the head. “Go do something else. Let the girls talk.”

“This is my house,” Alex protested as he was pulled out of his seat. Anna picked up his breakfast plate and put it into his hands, pushing him towards another room.

“I know. Go away.”

Anna offered Lola breakfast, replacing the glass and cutlery where Alex had been sitting and gesturing for her to sit down. Lola took in the room, mostly noticing that the theme seemed to be ‘contemporary’, with little else tying it together. Much like the bedroom.

Anna sat back down in the seat adjacent to her after putting a plate of eggs and bacon in front of each of them.

“Do you always play host to the girls Alex brings home?” Lola asked, picking up the fork and moving the eggs around.

“Alex doesn’t bring girls home a lot. Normally he goes to their house. I show up unexpectedly and most girls don’t handle it this well.”

“You don’t run them off? The ones he does bring home?” Lola asked but, before Anna could continue, she asked another question, “I’m not being fed just because you know who I am, am I?”

“If they want breakfast, they can have breakfast but most of them leave before I see them.”

As Lola finished up her breakfast, she pulled the sleeves of Alex’s sweater over her hands, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. It smelt, she realised, like it had been worn more than once. It didn’t have the smell of a store or whatever packaging it may have come in like most of her own clothes did and it occurred to her that she was wearing something that Alex wore regularly and with the clothes she had seen in his closet she was surprised that he had worn anything more than twice.

More importantly than it smelling worn; it smelt nice.

“I can’t believe you made Sasha’s clothes look good.”

Lola opened her mouth to defend his fashion choices, her hands still hidden in the sleeves, but she heard the dishwasher open and knew Anna had said it purely because Alex could hear her.

“The only thing I really wish I had was makeup. Even just some concealer and mascara to be perfectly honest.”

Anna stood up abruptly and took Lola’s wrist. Lola looked at Alex curiously, but he just waved at her with a coy smile. Lola waved back with her sweater paw, earning a wider smile and a light chuckle. Her cheeks went hot.

“Come with me,” Anna tugged Lola’s hand, seemingly unaware of Lola and her brother.

Anna led her to a bathroom and opened the cupboard under the sink to reveal a decent sized makeup bag. Lola took Anna’s face in her hand and kissed her hard on the mouth. She clapped her hands excitedly as she knelt to check out the stash.

“You’re actually my hero. My saviour.”

It didn’t bother Lola at all that Anna watched closely as she applied her makeup but she was sure to say that what she was doing was far different from her usual routine and even further from the makeup that Anna usually saw in photoshoots or even on social media—meaning that all of that was done professionally and while Lola was good she wasn’t that good.

It was hardly anything, the makeup she did put on; some concealer in all the right places along with some mascara and some bronzer to add some colour to her cheeks and she decided it was enough to get home.

Alex was sitting in the front room, watching the television when Lola walked in. She had her purse in her hand and was ready to leave. Alex stood instantly.

“You’re going?”

“I’ll give your clothes to Anna when I see her,” Lola said. His look of confusion made her want to hide in his sweater. “We exchanged numbers. I hope that’s… not weird?”

“You can give them back when you see me,” he suggested.

“You want to see me again?”

Lola bit into her bottom lip and watched Alex step towards her. He held her chin gently in his hand and tipped her face up to kiss her. The kiss was gentle, too, at first. It didn’t take long for Lola to drop her purse and her hands to form fists in the front of Alex’s shirt as she clung to him desperately.

And only let go when she heard a squeak from the doorway.

Alex looked over Lola’s shoulder and sighed.

“What do you want? Why are you still in my house?”

“Shut up. Lola, do you want me to drive you home?”

“Lola’s staying,” Alex said gruffly before changing his tone of voice completely and directing his next sentence at Lola, “If you want to stay.”

“I can probably stay for a little bit.”

Rapid-fire Russian followed; something clearly sarcastic coming out of Anna’s mouth and something vaguely threatening coming out of Alex’s.

A door closed, after Anna said goodbye in English, and Alex lifted Lola up by the backs of her thighs. She giggled into his neck as he carried her and laid her out on his couch.

“You look really good in my clothes,” Alex said, kissing the sliver of visible skin at the base of Lola’s neck. His hands were making their way up her legs. “But you look better without them.”

His fingers deftly removed the belt from her waist, and it was soon thrown over the back of the couch followed by the sweater. Their lips met, moving slowly but surely against each other, Lola bucking her hips every so often to try and get closer, to increase the friction.

Tiny gasps escaped her mouth and got lost in his. With every button Alex undid, he kissed the skin he exposed. Down her chest, between her breasts and down her stomach until he was stopped by the waistband of her tights.

He complained about her boots getting in the way of being able to remove her tights completely. Lola giggled as he tried to unzip the boots with much less dexterity than had been used to undo the shirt’s buttons.

“They look so good but they’re so annoying,” he said with a grunt as he finally pulled off the first boot and went to work on the second one.

“I wasn’t expecting couch sex, or I wouldn’t have even put them on.”

Lola squealed when her tights were dropped over the back of the couch, joining the belt and sweater and Alex immediately put his lips to her panties. She squirmed. Her hips bucked and Alex’s hands pinned down her hips and she thread her fingers through his hair, making fists to gain some sort of control.

She didn’t realise how keyed up she actually was until Alex moved the lace to the side and two of his fingers entered her effortlessly.

“You’re too good at this,” Lola said breathlessly. Her words dropped off into a moan when Alex took her right nipple into his mouth. “No, really, if you don’t—god I am so fucking close already.”

“Good,” Alex said, moving up her body to kiss her properly.

He added a third finger, and Lola’s kisses grew sloppy and her attempts to buck her hips grew more desperate. She came with a full body shake, her legs involuntarily wrapping around Alex’s body and pulling him closer.

With her eyes closed, a lazy smile on her face, Lola lifted Alex’s shirt and desperately undid his belt buckle and his jeans. The second her hand slipped inside and wrapped around his erection Alex’s whole body tensed. Lola looked at his face, the pleasure running across it, and quickened the movements of her fist, pumping up and down until he was coming with the same full body shake and a stifled but still loud groan.

He undressed, slowly and half-heartedly before finally relaxing on top of her, mumbling into her clavicle, “You’re too good at that.”

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