One Night Stand... Or More?

By LexiCass

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8:35

Alexis stretched out upon waking. Her head was pounding. Probably from the vodka last night, she thought. She rolled to her side and curled up in a ball, thankful she didn’t feel nauseous. The previous night had been Nikolas and Gia’s engagement party. Engagement party… it had nearly been a circus. Stefan, Florence, and Taggert had been adamant about showing their displeasure at the union. Liz and Lucky refused to be near the other. Kristina had been there and showed her nephew how happy she was for him.

But Kristina had brought Ned… Alexis’ ex-fiancé. Even though she didn’t want to be with him, she didn’t want her sister to be with him. She thought it too weird. Alexis shivered, distracting her from her thoughts. She pulled her blanket up around her naked body. Wait a minute, she thought. Where are my clothes?

Alexis sat up and surveyed her surroundings. She was in her old room in Wyndemere. Why am I here? Alexis sat quietly trying to remember the night before. She heard a faint breathing behind her, and she was about to give way to panic.

She turned her head to see who was in her bed. Oh… my… God. She stood quickly, hoping to get dressed before he awoke. But she got up to quickly and the room began spinning. She made a mad dash to the bathroom. Before she came out, she splashed cold water on her face. “I really need coffee,” she muttered to herself as she stretched.

“Wow,” she heard a voice say. Alexis froze instantly. “You are… wow.” She turned to face him and saw that he was looking her up and down. Embarrassed that she had forgotten about her nakedness, she grabbed a blanket off the chair and wrapped it around herself. “I never… never imagined that you looked so… wow under those lawyer clothes.” He shook his head. “You don’t need to cover yourself, councilor. In fact, I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

Alexis’ mouth dropped open. She couldn’t believe he was talking to her in such a manner. “Please tell me you were drunk last night, too.” She was sure he had been. He wasn’t the type to take advantage.

He smiled. “I’d have to have been to sleep with you,” he replied. “Like I said, I never imagined you were so… gorgeous. I mean, I knew the legs were amazing, but the rest.” He licked his lips, looking her over.

She felt increasingly nervous about having this man in her room. And even though she was covered, much wasn’t left to the imagination. Somewhere between feeling nervous in front of him and wondering how she had let herself get so drunk, she noticed him. He sat on her bed, obviously naked, with his head cocked to the side. Nice, she said silently noticing his rippled stomach and well defined arms. Her eyes moved down wondering what all he had hidden beneath the blanket.

While she stood admiring him, she inadvertently let the blanket slip down, and he could see the curve of her hip and the roundness of her breasts. “Come here,” he said in his usual husky voice. She hadn’t realized how sexy it was until then.

His dark eyes held hers, and she let the blanket fall to her feet, as she made her way back to the bed. He climbed up on his knees and moved to the edge. Her breathing deepened and she was almost to the point of hyperventilating. He brushed the tip of his thumb over her lips, as he wrapped the other arm around her waist.

She kissed him gently at first, and then more fervently as time passed. “Are you sure?” he asked.

She didn’t know why, but that surprised her. The night before the two had gotten drunk, found their way to her room, and made love… or had sex… at this time she wasn’t really sure. Alexis had never noticed how intense his eyes were. She also thought he didn’t like her. They had butted heads numerous times at the station. Maybe that’s his way of flirting, she mused.

“Yeah,” she answered, “I am.”

Alexis kissed him again, running her fingers over his muscular arms. His dark skin was soft and smooth. Her hands moved up to brush through his hair, and she froze for a second when she realized there was none. Facial hair and a bald head were both new to her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

His hands roamed her body, stopping to concentrate on a spot when the contact caused her to elicit a gasp. His hands cupped her breasts as hers moved down his backside. She climbed onto the bed, and wrapped her legs around him when they merged into one. His lips nuzzled her neck as her hands encouraged him to move faster.

They both found their release. His arms snaked around her pulling her as close as possible, while her hands gripped his arms until the tremors subsided. Both tried to steady their breathing. He moved down and rested his head on her chest and she caressed his sweat covered back. They lay that way for several minutes.

Alexis finally nudged him off, and he went easily. “Sorry for squishing you,” he said grinning shyly.

“I didn’t really mind.”

He pulled her close to him, but kept her at an angle where his eyes could take most of her in and memorize it, in case he never got that close again. She was surprised at herself for not covering her body right away. Alexis knew he was watching her, and that usually made her nervous.

“So, uh… what happens next?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”

“Does it have to be one night only? I wouldn’t mind a longer tryst.” His hand moved up and down her arm caressing her delicate skin.

“I wouldn’t either,” Alexis whispered. “But I would really like for us to define this… whatever it is.”

As the sweat on their bodies dried, he pulled the covers up over them and pulled her even closer. “Do we have to define it? Couldn’t we just be two people who are together because they want to be?”

“I suppose… but what will we tell people?”

“That it’s none of their damn business.”

Alexis grinned wide before kissing his lips softly. “I like your answer,” she admitted, “but there are some people who won’t like that answer and will bother us until we tell them what they want to hear.”

“Like your sister?”

“And yours?”

They both laughed knowing the other was right.

“Taggert…”

“Call me Marcus.” He shocked himself. He only let his mother and sister use his given name.

She grinned wide. “Marcus… tell me when you’re ready to continue this tryst.”

Taggert smiled. “How about now?” he asked.

She moved over him, kissing him eagerly, as the cop and lawyer merged yet again. They knew that once they left that room, questions would be asked, suspicions would be raised, and they couldn’t just be. But for the next few hours, they could make love without a care in the world.

9:32

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