Between a man and a woman

A.N: I always said I would write this, because I simply adore "Alexiko" xD

WARNINGS!!!!!!

It's looooooong.  4,984 words long.

THERE'S ALSO REE!PORNS!!!!!!!

Yumi always felt bad about eating at restaurants. She worried that she’d be too over critical about the food, or analysis it. She liked it when the chef was better than herself, because it was nice to have something to aim for. She watched all those cookery programs to learn new tips and tricks, and to give her something to aspire to even if all she did was teach high school food technology. She just never felt right as a customer in some fancy place where the waiting staff had nothing to do with preparation of the food and the cook had little contact with the people they cooked for. Which was why, when the topic of ‘Where would you like to go on a date’ came up, she always preferred to host a small, private meal at home. But she went to these places, because that was what people did when they went on a date; they ate in fancy restaurants and quaint little cafes, and when things went well they went back to the other person’s place and further enjoyed one another’s company in privacy.

But there were only so many places in the little French town that they could go to until they were repeating themselves. Once she started going back she knew she’d start picking up on those little things that left her feeling bad about eating out. She didn’t want to feel bad – she was there to enjoy herself and her time with Alex. When she put this to Dion, he offered up the perfect solution to solve all their problems – and maybe he’d get a free meal out of it if she made extra and stored it in the freezer for him to come and collect when he dropped Poppy off.

She could just have Alex come back to her home and have a romantic dinner cooked for him, instead of the ‘family meals’ he was occasionally invited to in order to get to know Poppy and feel more at ease being included in Yumi’s odd little family. She had yet to cook for just the two of them, and it was rather ideal as she had a whole new meal planned out that she wanted to try her hand at cooking. It would also save on money because there would be no waitresses that would need tipping, any extra to pay for a fine wine or money to shell out on a cab fare home.

Dion had collected Poppy earlier in the day and taken her off to some theme park, and then back to his place where she and Collin could watch Disney movies while he got on with grading research papers. That left her with ample time to get food prepared and ready, and still change into something a little more suitable for when Alex turned up. It was nothing compared to what she had worn when they first ‘met’ (because classing the time when she’d been nothing more than Ms. Callahan at his dental surgery didn’t count in her mind) or what she had worn on other dates, but she still thought it made her look good. She was in her own home and could relax what she was wearing, and had told Alex he could do the same (and joked not to turn up in day old clothes that looked like he’d slept in them) when he came over. She’d picked out a just-above-the-knee skirt in a soft peachy-pink colour, all summery and swishy, and a silky purple top that was designed to be too-big at the collar, hanging loose on her shoulders, but tightened towards the waist to define her figure. It was a far cry from the ‘little black dress’. Still, she liked it all the same, and if she knew Alex well enough (like she hoped she did) he’d approve of her attire too.

Making one last check to the oven the doorbell chimed the man’s arrival. Smoothing her hands down her stomach to even out the slight jump it had given her, Yumi went to let him in. He stood there in the ‘suit jacket and jeans’ ensemble, with a simple grey top underneath that didn’t overly cling to him. It was what was sitting on his head that caught her attention, and her eyes drifted upwards to the…was that a fedora on his head?

“Alex?”

“Mmm?”

“What is that on your head?” she asked, trying not to chuckle, but finding herself unable to stop the smile spreading on her face. Stepping closer to him, she stood on her tiptoes to reach up and remove the hat from his head.

“I thought it made me look hip,” he said, pouting a little when she took away his hat. He entered the hall and closed the door behind himself and took a moment to look around and then at her, brown eyes wandering down to her. “Nice slippers, Yumes.”

It only just occurred to her that she was still wearing her snugly pink slippers. Letting out a soft squeak at her own stupidity, she quickly slipped her feet out of the fluffy things. “Oh gosh, sorry, Alex.” Glancing down at her slippers, she pondered for a moment on what to do with them before deciding with a shrug to just leave them there. She’d move them later. Right now, she had more important matters to attend to…

Stepping close to him once again, she reached up with both hands and looped them around his neck, leaning up to kiss him tenderly. His arms wrapped around her, and for a moment it seemed as if he was unsure just where to put his hands –hips, side or back- until he eventually just settled for resting one hand at the small of her back and stroking down her spine with the other. There was just something about the way he held her that sent tingles through her body; right from the moment she had first pulled him onto that dance floor she had felt them whizzing through her. She wanted to be selfish with that touch. She wanted no one else to feel the warmth from being wrapped up in his arms. Her eyes slipped closed as she continued to kiss him, soft and sweet melting into a kiss with a little more passion. That hand of his that had been resting on her back started to drift lower and she chuckled into the kiss when his fingers brushed over her rear. Some men just never grow up.

But she let it end there, pushing back and disentangling herself from him. There was a smile on her face that was warm and lazy, and it was mirrored on his own, completely with a cheeky tilt and glint in his eye. “Oi, you,” she chided playfully, batting him across the chest with his hat. “I best check on dinner before it burns.” It would be so much easier to just stay there with him, held in his embrace, but that would mean leaving her kitchen to burn down and she just couldn’t have that, no matter how much of a good kisser Alex was.

She flashed him a quick grin and headed into her kitchen, plopping his hat down on one of the counters as she passed. Behind her Alex followed, his eyes wandering over everything, hands stuffed in his pockets to keep himself from touching things. It couldn’t be classes as ‘nosy’, because most of the time he wasn’t too interested in what it was he was looking at, just that it gave him something to do. There was a difference about the way he handled the objects he messed with when he was being nosy. He was more cautious about it, as if he was trying his best not to get caught peeking at what probably didn’t concern him. “So where’s Poppy?” he asked as he leaned forwards to look at the various things attached to the door of her refrigerator.

“She’s staying at Dion’s for the week,” Yumi replied as she pulled on her oven mitts and bent before the oven. “He took her and Collin to some amusement park today so it’s been me at home for most of today.”

“You should have called; I would have come round sooner.”

Yumi smiled at that, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Normally when she was cooking she had it tied up and out of the way, but since she was only going to be dishing up she had it down, smooth and straightened. “I didn’t know if you’d be busy. I didn’t want to pull you away from anything just because I was home alone.” She straightened up and placed the dish on the side. “Besides, I’m a big girl, I don’t always need a big strong man to come and rescue me from the spider in my bath.”

“There’s a spider in your bath?” His eyes widened and she found herself laughing at him. He laughed too, and smoothed his hand over his hair. “I mean, do you want me to get rid of it for you?”

She shook her head. “Everything’s fine, silly. I took care of it; you can use the bathroom in knowledge that you’ll be safe from sudden attacks from spiders. Although, there’s a new boy at school who can turn into some kind of arachnid, I heard that he needs a filling so he might be making a visit to you sometime soon,” she joked.

“Well then, I’m quitting being a dentist. I’m going to become a freelance journalist and write about scarves.”

With a chuckle she stepped up to him and playfully smacked him on the arm. “You can’t stop being a dentist, I happen to like having a dentist for a boyfriend. You look so sexy in your dentist clothes.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And that look in your eyes when you touch a nerve in my mouth, it’s the most adorable thing you do. It’s not the pain that causes my toes to curl.” The look on his face was priceless, and she left him stumbling over words while she went to set the table. “Now stop looking at me like that and come eat your dinner.”

They talked over dinner, and Yumi managed to keep her hands to herself. She’d raided her supply of wines that complimented the food, and due to the low amount of alcohol that she drank by the time they’d finished she could feel the effects warming her right through her body. At one point she thought about running her leg up the inside of Alex’s thigh, but then worried he’d choke on the food in his mouth and resisted the urge. They talked, joked and laughed. While they mainly avoided talk of Alex’s job, Yumiko fondly recollected her week with him. The topic of their children came up a little, but knowing how Alex felt rather uncomfortable on the topic of his son, Yumi kept it mostly on lighter topics. If she talked too much about Poppy she worried it would just upset him that he’d missed out on a lot of things with Vincent.

Eventually they’d finished and she was clearing up while he stood out on the deck at the back smoking. She left him to his thoughts for a while she packed up the dishwasher and set her kitchen straight. Once she’d finished, she went to join him outside, bringing with her a tall glass of scotch for him and another glass of wine for herself. He looked over when the door slid open, the white-blue smoke drifting from his lips and into the air. Smiling brightly she walked over to where he stood leaning against the fence, placing both glasses down on the top of the wood. The night had settled in, and was cooler than the warm summer day had been, but there was no wind in the air. Her feet felt cold against the wooden deck in nothing but the sheer stocking she wore and it made her wish she hadn’t left her slippers in the hall.

Instead, she just pressed her side against his, lifting his arm to wrap it around her body and snuggled against him. He smelled of aftershave, cigarettes and just him. Alex always seemed to have this ‘scent’ to him that she couldn’t describe, despite her knowledge of scents and smells from her cooking skills. The only way she could really describe it was ‘Alex’. No one else she knew smelled like him, and it was more intoxicating than any alcohol.

“Yumes?”

“Hmmm?” She tilted her head to look up at him, her ear pressed to his chest. “Yes?”

“Nothing, just wanted to see your smile,” he replied with a grin and a wink, slipping the cigarette back between his lips and inhaling.

Faking a gasp, she pulled away just far enough for his arm to drop to rest around her waist instead of her shoulder. Reaching up, she stole his cigarette, her slender fingers plucking it from his own hand and bringing it to her own lips. She swiped her tongue across her bottom lips before she placed the white stick between them and breathed in. She could taste the smoke and his lips on the end of the cigarette. Once she had inhaled just enough for the smoke to fill her lungs she moved the cigarette away and glanced up to judge his reaction. Sure enough he was staring dumbfounded at her. She gave him an evil smirk as she tilted her head back and parted her lips to blow the smoke out in one long stream.

“Agoahh…”

“That’s not even a real world, Alex,” she chuckled, handing the cigarette back to him and reaching for her wine glass. Now she had nicotine and alcohol swimming in her system.

“Since when do you smoke?”

“I don’t.”

“You sure looked like it, and that was really sexy.”

Once again another laugh bubbled up from within her. No one had ever made her laugh like this, not even her best friend, and she’d married Dion! “High school; it was only a few times and I never really found myself liking it to keep doing it. All my friends were quick to jump on the anti-smoking wagon, and so I just never did the whole ‘smoking illegally at school’ thing. Then came college and Dion, and he’s a big non-smoker, and then a baby. I didn’t have time to get addicted to smoking.” She never got that big buzz the first time she’d smoked a cigarette and never had the urge to smoke any more. Didn’t mean she didn’t know how to smoke a cigarette though. Seeing the expression on Alex’s face had been well worth keeping that secret for as long as she had.

Placing her glass back down after another sip, she turned to face him, both hands resting on his chest. “I didn’t think you’d find it sexy though,” she purred, sliding a hand up his chest and over his shoulder to stroke at the soft hairs at the base of his skull where his hairline ended. “Are you going to be staying tonight, Alexander?”

The grin he gave in reply spoke more than words. He moved just enough to crush out his cigarette and then leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss once again, hands travelling to her back. This time she didn’t pull away at his squeeze to her rear, and when he moved to hook his hands under her thighs and lift her up, her arms locked around his neck and she allowed him to lift her up. Legs instantly slipped around his waist and ankles hooked together. He was stronger than he looked, or she was lighter than she thought because he held her up effortlessly. He took a few steps forwards, placing her down to sit on the top of the fence her legs still wrapped around him. All the while their kissing had deepened. His tongue had slipped into her mouth, sliding over her’s and exploring everything with much more intimacy than when he inspected her mouth with his tools in his dental office. She hummed in her throat and nibbled on his tongue, bringing out a soft growl from him. One hand slipped into his hair, tugging lightly on the soft brown hair that was as dark as his eyes. Her own eyes had slipped closed a long while ago, and she was moving on pure instinct and touch alone. Eventually they both pulled back for air and while she took deep lungfulls of the stuff, Alex had leaned down to draw his lips along her neck, which she tilted to the side to give him even more access to.

This was the touch of a man who well and truly wanted her. Alex wasn’t just touching her because it would help her find a release and him to further clog up himself – Alex was attracted to her and wanted her; she could feel it in his touch. It was a completely different experience to what Dion had given her. He’d been gentle and sweet and attentive. Alex was harsher, he gripped and squeezed and knew how to work her body in ways she could never even imagine, and she knew that it was affecting him just as much as it was affecting her. There was heat and passion and Yumi was hit with that selfish feeling again where she didn’t want to anyone else but her to experience this part of Alex. There may have been people in the past, and he had much more experience than she did, but that knowledge he used to his advantage in making her head spin and toes curl, and she didn’t want anyone else but her be the one to feel like this because of this man.

He pushed hard with his hips between her legs and even through his jeans she could feel him and just how hard he was. Smoothing a hand over his head, she pulled back just far enough to get his attention but not far enough that his grip around her would loosen and she’d fall backwards off the fence. He looked up at her with eyes made smoky with lust and she couldn’t help herself but steal a kiss from his lips. “Let’s take this inside.”

Instead of speaking, he nodded and helped her down from the perch. Once her feet were back on solid ground she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. The glasses could wait; right now all she wanted to do was focus on the man with her – the rugged and handsome man that was all hers. From outside on the deck they went to her bedroom, all the while she navigated backwards, occasionally pulling away from kissing to check she wasn’t about to walk into anything and flick lights off as they went. By the time they were upstairs and on the landing Alex didn’t even wait for them to enter the bedroom before picking her up again, only this time it was bridal style. By now he knew which room was hers, and found it easily, moving to drop her on the bed and crawling over her to lean down and kiss her, hands at either side of her head. Her hands were pulling the jacket away, tossing it onto the floor, and then his top came next. Each time he had to move his hands away from her when they came back they fell onto a different part of her body; her shoulders and then her hips. His fingers danced down low enough to hook under her top, and then slipped upwards, pushing the fabric along with it, exposing her stomach. Alex pulled away from the kiss and once his hands hand brushed over her breasts he slid them back down again, dipping his head to kiss a line from just under her bra all the way down her midriff until he reached the hem of her skirt. Hands travelled lower, stroking over her thighs and under the fabric. Up until he barely brushed her underwear and then he pulled his hands out again, moving them to pull her top completely off, smoothing back her hair after it had been ruffled.

He made to move back in to kiss her again, only she placed her palm flat on his chest and pushed him away. “Lie down,” she told him as she adjusted her spot on the bed, pulling of her skirt and throwing it to land in a heap on the bedroom floor. Now in nothing but lacy black underwear and Alex moving to sit down, she slipped onto his lap, legs straddling him. Her hands went to sink her fingers into his hair while his hands stroked over her sides and back. He sat up instead of doing as he was told, tilting his head up to enjoy the open mouth kisses with warring tongues. Yumi was gentler than he was being, but she still held some defiance over him. For every two pushes he made with his tongue into her mouth the third was fought against with a nibble to his bottom lip, sometimes even a bite and pull. His fingers brushed over the bra strap several times, hesitating as if he was going to unfasten it, but then danced down her back again, stroking her spine in such a way that brought a soft moan bubbling in her throat. After a few more passes though, Alex finally unhooked the strap and leaned back to pull the black bra away and free her breasts.

“You really are something,” he mused in a husky voice. His eyes wandered over her and for a brief moment she thought about hiding behind her arms. Instead, she just stroked her hands down her chest, brushing over her breasts and giving him a coy smile. He growled low in his throat at the sight and leaned in to kiss at her neck, one hand at her waist and the other between their bodies to cup her right breast, squeezing and massaging it in his warm hand.

Alex’s lips and tongue were amazing, and the coarse stubbly dusting his jaw seemed to enhance everything. It was as if her skin was coated in a layer of static electricity that only charged when Alex touched her, sending sparks and shudders right through her body that brought out soft moans and sighs from her. The skin on his hands was rough against the smooth silk of her flesh, and she could feel the muscles in his back ripple with pleasure as she dragged her nails downwards, her own body arching up to press their chests together. They were rocking, simulating movements that would later become much more, her legs curled around his waist. Then both his hands were upon her back again and Alex was lowering Yumi down onto the bed once more. He propped himself up on one arm while reaching down to unfasten his jeans with the other. Fingers fumbled with his urgency and a curse word leak from his lips where they were kissing her ear. Chuckling, Yumi reached down with her own smaller hands to help him out, sliding them past the denim and cotton underwear to brush against the hardened member locked up in the confines of clothes. She pulled it free with one hand while the other pushed his jeans down, helping him as best he could until he had to break contact between their heated flesh to pull them off completely. She eagerly reached for him, but he kept out of reaching with all but his hands that moved to work her out of her own underwear. She rolled her shoulders into the mattress and lifted her hips to help. With them came her stockings, and then she was laying naked on her bed, chest heaving up and down in anticipation as she looked up at him past half lidded eyes.

They’d both been naked together before on several occasions, but it never ceased to make her shiver with anticipation at what was to come. Alex looked at her with hungry eyes as she lay there smiling up at him, her hands stroking down her body. They came to rest between her thighs, fingers linked together and she nibbled on her kiss bruised bottom lip as she looked up at him. No words exchanged between them, just looks in the half light of the single lamp in the bedroom and then he was leaning over her again, one hand moving to wrap around her’s briefly before pushing past their blockade to stroke between her legs.

His touch sent lightning up her spine, and her back arched, pressing her chest against him, soft moans tumbling over her lips. Her eyes closed tight as she felt his fingers working within her body. Yumi dug her fingers into the sheets, gripping and letting go over and over as waves of pleasure washed over her. Soft grew louder until they became long moans. Yumiko was very vocal; always had been; but Alex did something to her entire body that shifted the sounds she made into something more extreme. She had been so worried the first time that all he’d really be interested in was satisfying his own primitive need only to go on and prove her wrong entirely. Dion had focused on her because he didn’t really know what else to do. Alex knew what to do, and how to touch a woman in ways even her wildest fantasies never concocted. The sounds she made only served to heighten his own arousal.

“A…Al…Ale…Oh Alexander!” she all but screamed, her fingers gripping even tighter to the bedsheets. He was thrusting his fingers in and out of her, and stroking that sweet spot inside her body that sent her wild. She was left completely breathless while he played her like some kind of instrument. The sound of his name made him chuckle, a deep and rich sound in her ear where he was nuzzling into her hair.

He pulled his fingers free and wrapped an arm under her back, holding her close while she came down from her orgasm. “Enjoy that?” he murmured smugly.

Her fingers ached but she reached up to place them onto his back. “Ready for more,” she purred, dragging her nails down his back again and enjoying the gasp that he made in response to the pain. “But first…” One hand slipped down and reached for his cock again, fingers slipping around and moving up and down slowly. Alex made more gasping noises, low and guttural sounds. Thumb swiped at the tip every now and again as she pushed her hand down after pulling it almost all the way up and over, rubbing and teasing him to bring out his own sounds of pleasure. Alex certainly wasn’t as noisy as she was, but it still sent shivers through her whenever a moan slipped out between pants and heavy breaths. While Yumi worked her hand, the hand that Alex wasn’t using to support his weight over her was stroking along her body, massaging her breasts and toying with her nipples. He pinched and flicked and twisted, and she was moaning all over again.

She didn’t know who caved first out of the two of them – not that it mattered – because Alex was moving to push himself inside her. He was took his time, pushing in a bit and pulling back, doing deeper and deeper until she could feel every inch of him inside her and it felt oh so good. She lifted her legs to wrap around him, begging without using any words for him to move. Their hips rocked and met with passion, Alex going faster for a few seconds that caused her breath to come in quick, sharp gasps, and then he’d slow and he’d all put pull out only to thrust back inside her in such a way it made her cry out in ecstasy. One hand was in his hair, tangled in the short strands and nails digging against his scalp while the other clung around his back, nails dragging down over previous red marks left on his skin. They were both sweaty now; their bodies slick with perspiration as they ground against one another. Yumi was crying out again, barely able to hold air in her lungs as she gasped for breath and moaned out Alex’s name. This time it was a wordless cry as she was hit, her entire body tightening around him, and that was the clench that pushed Alex over the edge too. He came, shuddering inside her, enveloped within her tight heat as he all but moaned her name. All he managed to get out was a “Ahn...Yuuu…” When he slowed his pace and eventually stopped, the rest of her name followed in a happy and lazy sound. “Mes.”

Yumes. It was a nickname she’d never had before until he came along, and she liked that it was all his.

Alex moved, pulling out and rolling over onto his back. One arm came up to rest on his forehead while he lay there trying to get his breath back, while the other still locked underneath her pulled her closer. She moved in, placing her head on his chest and feeling his heart pulsing away. She brought one hand up to lazily draw circles over his torso.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. “That was-“

“Amazing?” she finished for him, snuggling up against him.

He laughed, nodding, moving his arm away from his head to wrap it around her, stroking his fingers lightly up and down her arm. “You looked really good tonight, even with the slippers.”

“You too; without the fedora.”