Something to Talk About
Alex Cross x Reader • DeCourcy Ward x Reader
E// MDNI // WC: 2.9k // summery: You have a crush. Alex tries to be patient but he's at his breaking point // smut, oral, p in v, light dom sub dynamcs // masterlsit //
Alex stared out of your childhood bedroom window. He tilted his head to the side, trying not to clench his jaw to much, but the unconscious grinding of his teeth got the best of him.
He crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the little widow gazebo made for a much younger you by two loving prestigious parents.
They had come up to your parents’ to support your father in his latest political venture in D.C. — initially that is.
It was actually a surprise celebration for you. . . for your birthday.
The Cross family had celebrated its soon to be newest family member earlier in the week on the day of your actual birthday. Intimate, sweet, and as you said, "everything you wanted and more."
You were standing next to your latest obsession.
Now, even in the most committed of relationships a random fancy, a passing fondness for another person isn't unusual. In fact, it's actually quite normal.
As a former therapist, he would know.
He didn't mind you occasionally mentioning his name over breakfast, pointing him out in a paper or article you've read, or the admiration you had for his work.
That's what it all boiled down to anyway.
As someone who cares about community, cause, and the state of oppression that leads to crime and the unfair response to it in their community, you would have a admiration for someone who does similar work on a larger scale.
They all worked for the same cause, just on different sides and in different ways— as it should be.
Alex ignored the ebbing annoyance over the fact that he has been in just as many papers and has had just as many interviews— despite of his unwant and blatant disregard for them.
He's done just as much for the cause, but the shiny District Attorney of Boston was somehow more illustrious in your mind.
Not your fault— it was a crush, there was no logic to them. They happened and they passed, but this one would not pass fast enough.
There was a fancy formal ballroom event. There were speeches galore from your family, your nieces and nephews sang and dance for you in front of everyone with a final closing speech from your father before showing a video of you being exactly the same as you were as a child.
Your love of jumping as high as you can for him as a toddler, then at your first softball game playing outfield and making an impossibly high catch, before showing you jump in a tree as adult in your full uniform as a cop to get a kitten for an older lady.
You rushing to your parents as a child when they got home to how you call them everyday after work. The way you and your sisters talk to each other and play jokes, how you all sit in the same self assigned seating order from toddlers to adults , and how your hands cover your face when your embarrassed and a camera panning over you in the crowd to show you doing it just now as the video ended.
You were called onstage and you flusterly said a few words to the crowd, thanking your family and everyone who came, before an even bigger surprise walks up behind you to politely place a hand on your side to spook you with a smile— District Attorney DeCourcy Ward.
At work they've been throwing you to the wolves on your first homicide case, making you do press and tap dance in front of the cameras. In retaliation to the unfair questions, the hearsay, and rumors you name drop Ward and whatever he happens to be doing in his city.
And apparently, that warrants a visit for a formal birthday event.
At least your family thought so.
And now there a small intimate get together in the backyard of your childhood home— the second one. The bigger house your father got after his first big break into politics.
Not the first more homey down to earth one you spent the more precious tender moments of your youth. The one the public didn't know about. Just so the family could have a little escape if they needed it. A little peace and quiet. Idyllic.
Your sister's and mother thought they were slick. The four of you were chatting pleasantly before your mother waved over the man, saying something that makes you dip your head just a hair, but you fight the embarrassment, keeping eyes contact with the man as you say something, and he keeps his resilient polite, but almost standoffish demeanor that no one else seems to notice but Alex.
Even a story high above ground, he could see it.
The man wasn't a social butterfly. His looks did all the heavy lifting, creating a falsehood of charm that put men and woman under a spell.
All but him, but Alex could cut him a little slack.
When it came to his job, speaking about things he was passionate about, in the rare occasion he did press, the man could be moving. District Attorney DeCourcy Ward knew how to piece a word or two together, and he had a reputation. A good one, even when the media would show its nasty side and occasionally try to drag him down. He had actions good enough for him to stand firm on, but right now all he wanted to do was knock him down.
To go down stairs and back outside and give him a right hook straight to the face— sucker punch him real good and lay him out on the grass.
His jaw popped absentmindedly as he watched you.
Your mother and sister sauntered off one by one, thinking they were unnoticed.
You said. . . something, your hands moving in an open motion as you spoke, your palms facing more up. Your shoulders dropped some, and your face softened in unison with the movement.
You were being earnest.
Alex's brows furrow as he watched Ward keep both hands in his pockets and only tilt his head, but a minuet or two later, his shoulders seem to relax.
You do most of the talking, your face starts to light up in a way that lets Alex know your more comfortable. Your starting to show small pieces of the real you, but when DeCourcy says something back for once, your head snaps so slightly it's almost unnoticeable, but you give in and dip your head with a poorly bitten back smile.
A smile he's seen you give Sampson in a debriefing when he says something funny under his breath and you try not to laugh out loud.
What could he say that could possibly be funny to you?
Alex takes a sip of his drink. The lone ice cube of his glass sloshes against the insides of the cup, tinkling loudly in silent room.
You didn't fluster so easily.
Not after a give and take. A push and pull of some kind.
If Alex ever approaches you with sweet words wrapped in regular conversation or mutters thick warm honeyed words of a suggestive nature, you respond with something just as sweet if not more, you'll whisper something even hotter against the shell of his ear or against the soft tender skin of his lips.
But with each dip of your head, each bashful smile that graces your face , and every attempt to cover a wider smile with your hand as District Attorney DeCourcy Ward stands there with an even polite mild mannered demeanor, hands stuffed in his pockets as he does nothing but talk back and occasionally tilt his head, Alex's mood grows more sourly.
Alex puts down his now empty glass. The window panel creeks under the force. He doesn't realize he's balling his fists until the loud pop of his knuckles cracking echo in the room.
Something about how you both look changes.
Ward stands straight, he formally clasps both of your hands and your bashful act dissipates into the warm night air as you clasp his back. A short exchange of words are made and he saunters of unit he night out the gate and you look around before your eyes raise up to the window.
It's impossibly dark for you to actually see him, but he knows that you know he's looking at you.
You blow a kiss and waive.
You stay for a few minuets, making one final sweep to the lingering guests in the yard before slipping off into the house.
He doesn't have to wait long before the door to your old room opens and closes quietly.
"I did it Alex," you beam at him, looking more like your self. "I talked to him and I didn't even embarrass myself."
He hums quietly in response. Not saying anything as he gets up to greet you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in your bare shoulder, savoring the way you looked in such a gorgeous black after five dress for your birthday. Glittered with crystals or something sparkly at the hem, sleek and not gaudy.
"I didn't even mention Daredevil being district attorney at some point."
Alex couldn't stop the short low laugh that slipped from his lips or the huff of air through his nose. He didn't have to say it out loud anymore, but you knew as well.
Dork. You were a giant dork, but you were his giant dork.
You smiled, fake pinching his ear before placing a palm on his cheek.
"He's such a nice guy."
Alex's mood instantly sours, but you don't notice, not able to see his face.
"I don't think he's ever had someone actually understand what he's about and what he's fighting for," you continue, breaking away from him as you kick off your shoes and take off your earring, placing them on the nightstand before sitting on your bed. "Or maybe he’s never had an engaging conversation with someone who genuinely wants to know where he's coming from."
He does his best to hide the clench of his jaw, but he doubts you would notice as you keep going in and on and on about District Attorney DeCourcy Ward.
"Babe." he says in a low voice. Your eyes flicker over his face and settle on his eyes. He climbs over you on the bed, gently laying you back onto the delicately lace floral patterned sheets and the eclectic pile of stuff animals and other stuffed comic book paraphernalia. "Not tonight."
Your hands instantly rise to meet him, sliding up and down his chest before settling over his shoulders as he rests over you. Your eyes furrow, but you start up talking again, not changing the subject.
He kisses you shoulder.
You open your mouth to speak, stuttering slightly, trying to get back in your flow of talking, and he loved that about you— usually. However, right now, as he kisses down your body, all he wants you to do is shut up.
Your neck is warm . He savors the lull of your pulse dancing gently against his lips. His smirk puffs hotly against you as he feels it quicken.
He doesn't stop, mouthing at you through the delicate material of your dress. the fabric chafing against his lips, and his face, but he doesn't mind, chasing for more. Just as fast as your body chases is mouth, wanting to take as much as he was giving. Your chest heaves with your stuttered breathing. Your hushed moans grow deeper, breathier as laths at you.
He bunches the hem of you r dress in hands, and hikes it up your legs. You don't waste any time and part them as he places his palm flat against your leg with one hand as he slides the thin material of your panties down your leg with the other.
He locks eyes with your lust blown gaze. Your lips parted and silent.
His heart pulls tight across his chest and for a second he can't breath.
"There she is." He says in a low exhale of breath. It comes out suddenly like a cannon— forced. But he has no shame for it and you certainly don't mind, not with the way your looking at him.
He rubs his thumb in small circles on your thigh.
Your tongue darts across your lips and you swallow thickly, your eyes stay transfixed on him, and your pupils dart to catch every micro expression on his face, every movement of his body.
He trails a string of kisses down your leg. mouthing at the soft skin of your inner thighs. "Now you wanna pay attention to me." He murmurs. The words coming out of his mouth brush warmly against your skin. He swears he can feel you get hotter after each one.
"I don't know what you—"
He doesn't let you finish.
Placing a searing hot kiss against your pussy, he doesn't tease, he can't bring it in himself to go slow. He places hit tongue flat on your clit and laths at you lapping against that one spot that makes you curl your toes.
Your hips dip, canting up to chase his tongue, slowly grinding against his face. He clasps his hands around your thighs hard enough for the small bed of his nails to leave marks on your skin.
You grab a stuffed bunny and hold it again your face, hiding the small gaps of your whimpers and moans.
You come hard and fast.
Alex moves from between your thighs but he doesn't let off you. Sliding back up, the fabric of his shirt shuffling against the material of your dress crumples softly in the room. The only other sounds are the ragged low breathing from you both, taking in as much air as quickly and as quietly as anyone could possible manage.
You clasp both sides of his face with your hands, swallowing thickly before you speak, "I always pay attention to you." You kiss him on the forehead.
He huffs out a low indignant sound before wrapping your lips in his, making sure to swipe his tongue across yours, so you can taste yourself. You whimper into his mouth. Your back arches pathetically, unsure if your attempting to get away or get closer.
He breaks the kiss with a huff as he feels you rising closer.
"Not when that man is on your mind." He pants in your face. His words tickle your eyelashes and you blink heavily as they do. Your lids flutter low on your face as you think about what he said. Even in the dark with half open eyes he can see the gears turning.
He never gets tired of watching your mind work— Even now.
"I don't talk about him that much do I?" You ask quietly as you begin unbuttoning his shirt. Experienced, it doesn't take long before he's making quick work of his pants and pulling your dress down your body. Without having to ask, you lift your hips for him.
He grabs your hands and places them over your head that was surrounded by a penguin,a bunny, a tiny green hulk, and a teddy bear.
"I told you we weren't talking about that anymore." He squeezes your hands and presses them much further into the mattress above you.
Your lips part in a silent moan as your eyes gloss over.
He loves seeing you like this.
He dipped his head to kiss you and you instantly raised your head up to meet his lips, but he pulls back at the last second.
"Ahahh," he chuckled low and softly, "not nice is it?"
"Alex, plea—"
He drags his dick across your pussy.
You draw a shaky breath, something in your eyes breaking oh so deliciously.
He does it again.
You make a soft choking sound, fighting every loud moan and whimper that threatens to spill from your lips.
"Please, Alex." You manage to force out in soft voice.
"Promise you'll stop." He says it casually. Like he's not teasing you with his dick and letting the fat head of his tip brush against your clit with each pass over your pussy.
"No more talk about you know who." He tilts his head to lock eyes on you to emphasize his point. .
"Fuck." You pant in his face and he raises an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"no. . .not —not at that." You pant again and lick your lips. "Yes," your strain weakly as you bite back a whimpering moan, "I ..I'll —stahhp."
He thrusts into you without warning and moans into a stuffed Captain America shield as you squeeze around him.
"Stop. . ." You pant, "doing that."
He lets up on his grip of your hands just a little. Holding up a pinky as he freed one of your hands
"Pinky promise?"
He grinds his hips against yours, wishing he could fuck you harder, give you more and drive you both crazy.
Your wrap your pink around his.
"Pinky promise."
He kisses you again. Much harder this time as he changes the pace, pulling out until just the tip of his dick is inside of you before thrusting back into you as swiftly and as quietly as he can, but with each pass of his dick you gush around him, forcing him to slow down to dampen out the soft wet sounds filling the room.
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