Drinking Gasoline
For the Alex Keller Challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck
Some sparring with Alex leads to flirtation, and maybe more.
I used "Don't look at me like that" for this one. And lots of flirting.
Warnings: Flirting, kissing, light sparring, more flirting.
Word count: 1k
You smirked at Alex, standing across from him. He'd asked for your help in going over a few things. It was one of the things you liked about him - his ego didn't get in his way.
“Sure you're ready, Keller?” You kept the twunt light, easy-going, fun. Not serious. He was already probably one of the most dangerous people you worked with.
And you didn't just mean his combat skills.
“Oh I'm ready for you.” He grinned, just as easy and teasing.
You chuckled and started moving, going through the steps slowly at first to be sure he saw it all.
His form was good, as always. He was attentive, gaze intent on you, not at all worried about taking instruction from a woman. When he ran through the moves on his own, you stepped around him, watching.
But he was good. He was gorgeous really, tank top showing off toned shoulders, hair just a little mussed from the activity.
“Good,” you murmured. “Now let's see you put it in practice.” You stepped across to the other side of the mats, smirking.
Alex met your smirk with his own, easy and confident. Yet another reason you liked sparring with him - he was always a good challenge.
The first time, you got him on the mats quickly. His attempt to buck you off just seated you more firmly on him.
You grinned down at him, privately enjoying the sight of him under you. “Nice try,” you said, amused.
“Oh just wait.” He grinned back at you, apparently totally undaunted. “Still gettin’ warmed up for you.”
You fought down the warmth he inspired seemingly effortlessly. You two bantered. It was a thing you did. Not a big deal.
“Well, unless you plan to spend all afternoon on your back, you better get moving.” You pushed up to your feet and stepped away, giving him a chance to get up and back into position.
But you caught him licking his lips, eyes on you as he stood. Electricity zinged down your spine, the thrill of possibility.
Unless you were misreading this…?
You got caught up in the heat in his eyes, the way he moved. You forgot to check his feet.
Really, you had nobody but yourself to blame when he swept your legs out, sending your sprawling to the mats. He was on you before you could recover, pinning you down, face close to yours.
“What was that about spending the afternoon on my back?” He teased, grip firm without hurting you.
You laughed, a little breathless. “I stand corrected,” you murmured. “Or, well. Y'know.”
He chuckled, easing his grip on you and backing off slowly. His touch lingered on your skin, and he didn't go far. “One more go?”
“Sure.” You pushed up to your feet again, breathing in deep. One more and then you'd go clear your head. This was training, not flirting.
Now you just needed to remind your heart (and certain other parts of you) of that fact.
“You seem distracted,” Alex taunted as the two of you circled slowly, looking for openings. “Am I not entertaining enough for you?”
You snorted. “Oh, you're a handful,” you agreed, letting your gaze rake over him, just once, slowly. Slowly enough that you were sure he caught it.
He licked his lips again. “Seems like you're up to the challenge.”
“I do love a good challenge.” You shifted your weight, looking for an opening.
Alex smiled slowly, shifting his weight. You lunged towards him, not holding back.
This round lasted longer than the previous two, the two of you trading blows and both trying to get the other down to the mats. You were both sweaty when you stepped back, looking for an opening. You just needed a little–
Alex moved fast, one final flurry of movements that ended with you face-down on the mats, his weight pinning you down. You slapped the mats twice, and he released you, grinning broadly.
“Well? I pass muster?”
You laughed a little, sitting up carefully. “Yeah you do,” you agreed, rolling your shoulders. “Damn, Keller.”
His smile dipped, just a little. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” You smiled, softer than you intended. “I'm fine.”
Alex shuffled forward, one hand on your shoulder, giving you a quick once-over. Then another, slower look, his lips parting just a little.
“Don't look at me like that,” you whispered, eyes wide and fixed on his lips.
“Like what?” He leaned in closer, slowly, his hand creeping closer to your collarbone.
The door hit the wall with a clang, and you both jumped.
You swallowed, looking back at Alex. Moment of truth. “Let's finish this elsewhere?”
Alex smiled slowly. “I know a place.” He stood and offered you a hand up, which you took. The two of you passed the group of four with only a nod.
Alex opened the door to his room, allowing you in first. As soon as the door closed behind him he was on you, fingers curled around your waist, barely any space between the two of you.
“Tell me this is okay,” he murmured. “Tell me I read this right.”
“You did,” you reassured him, one hand curling around the nape of his neck. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
He grinned, cheeky and a little adoring. “Yes ma'am.” He kissed you passionately, the two of you gravitating closer until there was no space between you.
Finally.
