A Collection of Odds & Ends

Kærestefolk Pt. 2 (Alex Høgh Andersen)

He hardly played fair and as much as she would pretend to hate it, the truth was that it drove her even crazier, which is why she was at this god forsaken pub. The pub had been packed by the time she'd arrived, not wanting to raise too much suspicion among her husband's other cast mates and friends. She had walked in, causing Alex to practically fall out of his chair, her lips painted the perfect red and those jeans, fuck.

Being the perfect little gentleman, doing his momma proud, he had offered her the chair that he'd been occupying, leaning against Jordan's to save space at the slightly crowded table. Casually asking the waitress to put her drinks on his tab, Alex returned to the party, a fresh beer in one hand and a gin and tonic in the other.

Three drinks in, the last to arrive, she was the first one ready to leave. Throwing out some excuse about an early morning phone conference, she thanked the others for allowing her to keep their company, kissed some cheeks, embraced in some hugs, and was out the door.

Alex hadn't let her get too far ahead, pretending to check his phone as she walked away, seconds before announcing his own need to depart. Living on the same side of the city would be a perfectly logical excuse for him to jump in a cab along with her.

After the cab ride back to his apartment, everything had a tendency to blur. Clothing coming off, some pieces not making it beyond the front door, hands, teeth, tongues, lips all engaged as the battle led them to the couch. On his back, Alex watched - with an urgent lust - the woman riding him. From his view there was nothing short of perfection, her head back with eyes closed and her mouth open as if she were trying to find her voice to scream.

His eyes burned through her, as they often did, leaving a mess of goosebumps on her skin. She didn't have to look to know that he was gnawing on his bottom lip as if it were his last meal. Nor did she have to look to know that his chest was heaving, heavily, with each breath. Grabbing his hair, she leaned down to take his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging roughly.

As unfair as all of this was, she craved it.

Once this was over, she would clean up and get dressed, hurrying back to her husband. Alex's least favourite part of all this, aside from having to face her husband later, was when she would cast him aside and run out. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about that this very second, as her lips crashed into his and her fingers tangled in his hair pulling it with a steady and needy grip.

Ending their escapade sprawled out in his bed, Alex laid silently checking his phone while she dozed. Making sure to snap a photo or two, while she took the brief nap to recover. As she'd drifted off, she'd mumbled something about needing a better work out routine to keep up. If she needed a little more stretching, Alex was more than happy to see how quickly she could get those fantastic legs behind her head. He already knew how fast they could go behind his.

The clock told him that it was some time after 2AM, when she began to stir next to him. Rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms, she managed to slowly sit. Resting against the headboard beside him, her head falling onto his shoulder. She was warm and smelled amazing.

"And now is the part, where you jump up and run off." Alex sighed and scratched his chest.

"Except," Her finger nail drug along his chest, a sly smirk playing on her face, "I'm here alone, until next week. Or did you forget that?"

"Then I get you for an entire week, be ready for the fun." He gave her a wicked wink.

Outside the rain pelted the window of the apartment, Dublin was once again engulfed in a series of rainy days, perfect for hiding in a warm, dry bed with one's lover.

"You are terrible," She gently swatted his chest, snuggling in closer.

"Obviously you like a bad boy, or you wouldn't keep coming back." Alex's chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating his ribs and sides. "Since he isn't around, and you don't have to leave yet...how do you feel about pancakes?"

"Pancakes?" She looked up at him, curiosity etched into her gorgeous face.

"Mmm," Alex's brow furrowed. "In the morning, for breakfast. Assuming that you will stay with me, all night."

He'd never had her over night, hell she never stayed longer than a few hours, sometimes not even that. Having her, next to him, in bed all night was a concept that he wouldn't shy from. If she wanted to go, then as always, he would be the perfect gentleman and call her a cab and send her home. Making her promise to text, when she arrived.

"I guess I could, I mean...I'm alone until Thursday." A smirk turned the corner of her lips, the perfect red lipstick long ago smudged against various parts of Alex. "Who said I have to go home at all?"

Kissing the top of her head, Alex sighed. "I think someone would notice, if you were here until then. Although, it is a great dream to have."

"Hmm, that dream may be closer than you'd think." She muttered, her eyes flashing with a sadness. "I want to divorce him," She spoke slowly as if learning a new language.

"I'm not telling you what you should, or shouldn't do." Alex replied with a soft, calming tone. "But I am going to encourage you to think long and hard about this."

Hearing the words made his heart soar.

"I thought you'd be happier,"

"If you want that, then we may also have to take a break. Only a short one, how would it look if you left him and we immediately ended up together. Please, think about this. I don't want you to make this choice based on bedroom talk." Alex began to stroke her arm, gently resting his chin on her head. "If it is what you want, then I'll be here."