Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU

Chapter 24

Nick was right. The rest was needed. You had a sneaky feeling that he called Alexander. Because he showed up at your door later in the evening with a smile and a bottle of wine.

"Trying to butter me up." 

You were currently cuddled into his chest.

"I would never. You're far too intelligent to fall for such a ruse."

"I'm glad you know."

His warmth is always welcomed. He just rubs calming circles on your back.

"Burhardt told me about the case."

"I figured."

"Are you alright?"

You lift your head, because his face shows worry. You nod.

"I was a bit hyper vigilant before, but I'm better now. It's just hard sometimes. I get fixated on chasing."

Before it was easy, you were good at keeping a distance. So there wasn't always someone there to help you down from the ledge. At your previous departments, your superiors didn't really care, all they paid attention to were the closing of cases. To them you were an asset, nothing more. With Nick, you're a person. You almost forgot what it was like to feel like that.

"I'm really glad I came to Portland."

If you hadn't met Nick, you probably wouldn't have met Alexander. There's a lot that you're grateful for.

"I feel the same."

He cups your cheek and you smile when he pulls you in for a kiss. You lean into him, returning each tender brush of his lips. You can't imagine anything better than being here with him. Your hands lock around his neck as he deepens the kiss. It all feels so heavenly, you're getting lost in the heat. When you hear the soft groan he lets out, you pull back.

"S-Sorry!"

You're apologetic. You got carried away. You almost forgot that you need to exercise a certain level of restraint. You need to put some distance, just so you can cool down a little.

"L-Let me grab another bottle of wine."

You try to stand, but Alexander pulls you close. His hands lock around your torso and you blush when your back is now pressed to his chest. He leaves a kiss at the back of your neck and it's really not helping with your resolve.

"A-Alex!"

He hums.

"Just because we can't make love right now, it doesn't mean we can't still be intimate." It's a teasing whisper and when his hand slides into your shorts you're convinced that you might lose your mind.

"I know it must be torture, so I take full responsibility."

He nips at your ear and you moan, arching your back when his fingers stroke you. Your hands grip into the softness of the cushion as your eyes close, brows knitted. Each motion has you pressing your hips, begging to be closer. You're going to ruin your shorts if this keeps up.

"How many do you want, two, three.."

You bite down on your lip.

His free hand slips under your loose t-shirt and your head falls back against him when he cups your breast. His tongue traces a small pattern against your neck and you let out a whimper when teeth graze the skin. He's definitely trying to leave marks.

"Tell me."

He encourages. Your chest is slightly heaving and you let out a soft moan when he finally slides a finger in.

"You're warm inside, it feels great."

His words are too much. You feel like you're about to cum and he hasn't even started moving it yet. You need it, you want it. But it's not enough. You need more.

"A-Another.." You beg.

"P-Please Alexander.."

Your voice is shaky with arousal.

"As you wish."

He slides another in carefully and this moan is much louder than the last. This time you grab at his arm. He smirks, content with your desperate sounds. He knows he should give you a moment to gather yourself. You look so beautifully disheveled. He can't help it, he wants to tease you.

"I suppose you're at your limit, we should stop."

He retracts his hand and you let out a whine, turning around to complain. He's prepared for it, your complaints. But instead you lean in, kissing him with haste. He doesn't expect it, not at all and now he's the one moaning when your tongue slips past his lips. He holds you to his body, kissing just as hungrily as you. His plan might have backfired. He's starting to get worked up himself. He knows he should stop. He was the one that said he needed time.

You're the one to pull back first, taking in some much needed breaths. He feels a bit guilty now, because you look completely aroused, but he knows you'll sooner retreat than put him in a position that he isn't prepared for. The subtle change on your face proves just that. You look like you're going to make another excuse. He doesn't give you the chance. Your back hits the couch softly and you gape at him.

"I may not be able to give you everything right now, but I'd never deprive you of pleasure, especially when I'm the one responsible for your situation."

You know you're a mess, you can't control it. You're not really sure what to expect. That's until his hands move to the waistband of your shorts. He guides your hips up, slipping them off along with your underwear. You assume he's going to continue with hands.

You anticipate it, but his head lowers and you gasp when his lips continue what his fingers started. The texture of his tongue stroking instantly elects a moan from your lips. Your hands immediately slip into his hair, legs trembling against the cushions. You weren't sure it was possible for him to drive you anymore crazy. It's clear that you were wrong. A miscalculation you're willing to accept.

His tongue seems to venture deeper and his hands move to the back of your thighs, gripping them appreciatively. You're not sure what to expect, but when you feel his tongue slide over your nub and he sucks, it sends you over the edge.

You cum with nothing short of a scream. Your grip tightens in his hair slightly and he lets out a growl. You buck and he doesn't stop licking, lapping at you, not until all your muscles finally relax. Your body melts into the couch and your hands slide out of his hair. He straightens, looking down at your satisfied expression. Your chest is still rising and falling a bit quickly. But he can see the rhythm begin to slow.

He just licks his lips with a smirk.

You close your legs a bit bashfully and he trails his thumb over your knee.

"I-I don't think I should let you down there again. If I have another orgasm like that I might just die."

Alexander laughs.

"Surely there are worse ways to go."

Well, he's not wrong.