Alex's Point of View
"Shit, the check engine light is on."
Alex's Toyama Cascade was nearly a decade old at this point but he was absolutely determined to drive it into the literal ground. The horror stories he'd heard about post-pandemic vehicles, the lowered standards, the cheap plastic parts that would break after a few months on the road, solidified his resolve.
The Lockhole-Merlin office park where he worked all day was a point of dim light in his rear view mirror, disappearing into the evening gloom.
"It's not like they pay me overtime," he said bitterly. "Could sure use it, though."
Frankly, their budget was strained right now. It felt like groceries had doubled in price within the last year. Gas, electricity, everything really, was going up right alongside food. They'd had to curb their takeout habit, not an easy thing since they both worked all day and were pretty tired by the time they got home. Who had the energy anymore? His brain was fried. If he never saw another radar it would be too soon.
Dipping into Alice's assassin money had occurred to him, but that was supposed to be the down payment on the house they would buy some day.
No, I'll make it work, he promised himself. This was their future. Present day would be tough, but they were a tough couple.
He heard the sound of the television when he stumbled into their Arlington apartment. Alice had beat him home for once.
"Honey I'm-"
Holy shit...
His girlfriend was wearing her sexiest set of lacy black lingerie, including stockings and a garter belt.
"I was so good for you baby," Alice purred, advancing on him like the tide of a stormy sea.
There was plenty he could say about the way her long legs looked in those stockings, the way her firm, generous breasts sat up high and proud in that bra, but, cliche as it sounds, it was her eyes he noticed first.
Alice's light blue eyes, often perceived as cold by those who didn't know her, were dark and smoldering. Maybe they were cold, so cold they burned. Light danced in those eyes, a window to her inner fire.
Crossing the room with purposeful strides, Alice rubbed her body on him like a cat marking its territory. "So good, so good," she repeated.
Overwhelmed with desire himself, Alex crushed her to him, burying his face in her golden locks.
Gareth Hart was dead, he was sure.
"I barely touched him," his girlfriend whispered triumphantly. She didn't elaborate, seamlessly transitioning to kissing and sucking his neck and jawline.
Little electric starbursts of pleasure detonated everywhere her lips met his skin.
Alice cupped his checks and made him look at her. "You don't have to be jealous ever again. I've found a way." The kiss that followed was at once sweet and deadly serious, dominating his mouth with pleasure.
Alex didn't have time to think about what any of this meant. Alice was deftly unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while leading him to their bed with the other. Once she got his shirt off his girlfriend pushed him down.
"Look at me," she commanded urgently.
Leaning on an arm, Alex sat up a bit.
Turning on her heel, Alice bent over, arching her back erotically. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her panties down, giving him a perfect view of her pear-shaped ass and glistening pussy lips. Without turning back, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground, exposing her bare back. Only the stockings remained.
Quick as a snake, Alice reversed direction, her hands darting for his belt buckle. A sultry, mischievous smile on her lips. "No more worries, no more anxiety," she said as her fingers hooked into his waistband and stripped off his khakis and boxers together. His hard cock sprung free and she licked her lips.
He gasped as she took him into her mouth. "Alice," he groaned pathetically.
Soft kisses, teasing licks, interspersed with a few short bobs, had him moaning her name even louder. Alice hummed in satisfaction with every sound she could draw from him.
All too soon, he found himself on the very precipice.
Sensing this, Alice stopped immediately. "Not there, Alex. Some other time." She crawled on top of him and straddled his waist. Leaning forward, she pressed their foreheads together. He couldn't look away from those blue eyes.
"I love you so much." The words spilled out of him quite involuntarily. The way she looked at him, the way she took him, how could anyone not fall in love with her?
Alice smiled delightedly. "You're the reason I didn't kill myself three years ago."
The revelation stunned him. Alex knew...knew his girlfriend had a hard life, but had no idea she was ever suicidal. "Please don't, please don't ever leave me," he begged.
The distance between them gradually shrank; their lips drew closer together until they were devouring each other. For a while they were lost. All conscious thought fled. Only the moment, the sensation, remained.
Placing a hand on his chest, Alice pushed herself up and broke the kiss. "I'm not completely clean, Alex," she said seriously. "Make me clean. Wash it all away."
Alice reached between her legs and guided him inside her. The sensation of being gripped by her tight pussy made him clench his teeth. "Alice!" he cried, his voice thick with emotion.
She rode him gently at first, running her hands over his chest and caressing his body. Feeling her like this, the connection, the intimacy, lit a warm fire in his soul. This was the Alice only he was ever allowed to see. In complete control, his girlfriend gradually increased the intensity of their coupling.
"Only you, Alex, only you." She slammed her hips down insistently, drawing him deeper inside her. "Only you are worth living for!"
He couldn't do much but grip her hips and hold on for dear life. With one hand, Alice reached down and started rubbing her clit with small circles. The bouncing became more violent as she sought her peak.
"I want you to fill me up, Alex. I'm so fucking close. I think we can really cum together!"
All the signs were there. Her breath was ragged. Her pussy was fluttering. He bucked up into her, desperate to hold on for just a little longer.
Alice's orgasms were rough things. She didn't moan. She snarled. Her pussy became tighter, pulsing with violence. Alice arched her back. Alex broke.
"Fuck, Alice!"
His body submitted to her in all things, spraying his essence into Alice's demanding body. Her eyes went wide.
"Yeeeees," she sighed contentedly as he convulsed beneath her in ecstasy.
Little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him as they came down from their orgasmic high. The bedroom was silent save for the sounds of their heavy breathing.
"You did it baby," Alice said, resting her body on top of him. They were both slick with sweat. "You chased away the darkness. We can sleep again."
Would they really be okay now? Were the nightmares gone for good? Alex decided it didn't matter. The days after Alice completed a job were the sweetest in their relationship. For now, he held her tight and they drifted off together.