bakerstreet | ( otherwordly )

"Do you?" she asked, smiling mischievously at him. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in mind."

She leaned forward to give him another quick peck on the lips before she climbed back in through the window. It was so much warmer in his apartment she almost let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't want him to think she had been at all uncomfortable doing that for him. Alex had really enjoyed it, and she was glad he had too.

Dukken crawled back through the window, turning and closing it once he was inside. He moved up behind Alex, gently putting his arms around her waist. "Bedroom," he said, steering her in that direction, smiling.

She was still smiling as he guided her to the bedroom, though a part of her was nervous. Alex didn't want him to see her scars. He would probably lose interest in doing anything with her if he saw them, and she really wanted to be with Dukken.

Once they were in his bedroom, he led her to stand beside his bed. He leaned down to press kisses to the back of her neck, his hands tentatively roaming up under his t-shirt that she was wearing. He definitely wanted to be with her, but he didn't want to rush anything.

Her breath caught in her throat. She knew he would be able to feel her largest scar. The injury had been so deep that the scar tissue had left it raised. It was a set of four claw marks that ran from just below her right breast all the way down the side if her ribcage.

He could definitely feel those scars. His fingertips traced up and down her side, drifting over each raised healed-over gash.

"Can I take your shirt off?" It didn't bother him; he wanted to see.

"Yes," she replied softly, looking away. "But I don't think you'll be interested in going any further when you do."

She had a few scars from gunshot wounds, but the scratches were, by far, her worst.

He took hold of her shoulders lightly, using them to turn Alex to face him. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and he lifted it up and over her head, gently working her arms free, letting it drop to the floor.

He could see the raised marks left from those injuries, the smaller marks and scars from others. He hadn't really thought about it before now, but he supposed it didn't surprise him to see scars. It didn't sound like her life, her world, was an easy place to live.

"There's something I should show you," he said softly. He shed his sweatshirt, and then his shirt. His skin was smooth, and pale, but there were two angry scars marking it. One nearly dead center in his chest, the other lower, to the left, near his rib cage. These were raised, too, but they hadn't quite faded yet, still relatively new to his body.

He wasn't as marked up as she was, clearly. But she wasn't alone in being marked.

Alex was surprised, to say the least. She reached toward him, gingerly running her fingertips over his scars.

"Is it all right if I ask what happened?" Her brow was furrowed in concern. "These look like stab wounds; ones that could have killed you."

Not that she didn't have her fair share of scars from wounds that could have killed her, but it was to be expected where she came from. She hadn't expected him to have scars from wounds so severe.

He was quiet a moment, watching her; when Dukken did speak his voice was soft, low.

"Remember I told you the last time I tried to make friends with someone she had a lot to work through? And it didn't work out? Well... it didn't work out because she tried to kill me."

He doesn't sound bitter or angry. Just sad.

"I think she was having delusions. I think she wound up thinking I was one of them."

"Oh my God. That's horrible."

She ran her fingers over the marks again, suddenly feeling bad for worrying about her own scars. Scars were par for the course where she came from, but things were so much different here. Dukken should have never had to endure such a thing.

"I'm sorry," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, not worrying that she was only wearing a bra and panties.

"It's okay." He lowered his chin to kiss the top of her head. "It's in the past. I try not to dwell on it. But I showed you so you understand your scars don't bother me."

"Not even this?"

She drew back, running her fingers over the claw marks that marred such a large area of her skin.

"Do you really want to touch something so awful?"

"This?" Dukken tugged her closer again, dropping his hand to run his fingers over her scars. "Or this?" He touched his own, then he looked back up at Alex.

"These aren't awful. They mark where awful things happen. But they're not awful on their own. They're part of who we are."

"I guess I just thought that they would make you feel less attracted to me, but yours don't make me feel less attracted to you."

She wrapped her arms around him again, holding him close.

"You're right. They are just marks of where bad things have happened."

He held Alex close for a few long moments, arms encircling her body. Then he drew back, cupping her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks. He bent to kiss her, picking up right where he'd left off with deep, insistent kisses, her face cradled in his hands.

Alex smiled into their kisses, keeping her arms wrapped around his middle. Soon she was swept up in the feel of him and the taste of him, stroking his sides gently as they kissed. That dull ache from before was already coming back. She really wanted to be with Dukken. She couldn't think of anyone better to share her first time with.

Her hands felt so warm on his body, her touches both soothing him and exciting him all at the same time. He wanted more, wanted to be closer.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently steered her toward the bed, moving to lower her onto it.

Alex followed his lead, lying back against the bed and welcoming him to her. She pressed her lips to his again in a deep, passionate kiss. She lightly caressed his sides, shoulders, chest; anywhere she could reach. There was a flutter of nerves at where this was going, but she was sure she wanted to be with him, and she knew he'd be gentle with her too.

It felt like her hands were everywhere as he settled over her, kissing her deeply. His hips started grinding gently against hers, making him groan softly.

He lowered his head, pressing kisses along her jaw, then down the side of her neck.

Alex tilted her head back to expose more of her neck to him. She caressed his chest and back as she started moving her hips against his, pressing a little more firmly than he was.

Dukken groaned at the insistence of it, already growing aroused again. One hand moved to cup her breast, massaging it gently through the thin cup of her bra before impatiently tugging the fabric down to expose it. He ran his thumb in a circle around her nipple, kissing his way down her chest.

That earned a soft moan from Alex. She arched her back against him so he could unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor if he wanted. She continued rocking her hips against his, wanting him to feel as aroused as she did.

It took Dukken quite a bit of fumbling to get her bra off, but once he did he pulled it free and tossed it aside. Then he bent over her body, closing his mouth around her nipple, gently drawing his tongue over it, eyes raised to watch her reaction.

That drew a deep moan from her. Alex reached down to tangle her fingers in Dukken's hair, her back still arched, now due to the feel of his mouth and tongue.

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