Alex is 3 tequilas in, sitting at a sticky booth in a West-end salsa bar, celebrating a hard fought win, an environmental case, damming waters-ways and he can't help the feeling rising in his gut that he was on the wrong side of the argument. It was beginning to feel like this work was starting to eat his soul.
The band started to play and one of the hot young article clerks, Carrie? Kerry? pulls him onto the dance floor and started to gyrate against him. Alex has to admit its been a while since he has had a smooth soft curvy body move with his, and he smiles and let himself be dragged into the sensation.
Not for one minute would he be tempted, he knew into his soul that the only one he wanted to taste, feel, fuck was Henry, no one else, not since that first kiss in the Kennedy gardens but just for a moment, he was just a 20 something dancing with a pretty girl.
He could let himself imagine that he was free of the endless duties and obligations, of being the FSOTUS, of being the partner of a Prince of England, just for one moment he was unencumbered, unrestrained, just Alex.
The song stopped and he twirled.. Courtney?, back to her table bent to say good night when she grabbed his face and kissed him.
Her breath on his face, her lips on his mouth.
Alex pulled away, smiles and politely declines what was on offer and leaves, stepping out into the warm New York night.
Fuck, he will have to tell Henry right? He cant keep that a secret, right? Henry would be hurt and angry,... but was it really that important? It didn't mean anything, nothing really happened, right? Did he have to say anything? Why does he have this sense of guilt gnawing in his gut?
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My Henry
FanfictionA drunken night, a forbidden kiss, a lost love, hasty works spoken that can't be unheard. Alex makes a stupid mistake, Henry insecurities compounds it. Are they able to make it back to them or is everything they fought for going to crumble under th...
