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It wasn't typical for him to be the one waiting at home. And now - damn, Alex felt like shit for making you do it so often. *This is what it feels like, huh?*
The usually cool-headed CIA operative felt like a pup, a few minutes away from just keening at the door. Even the couple of beers he had to cool his nerves - a distraction he'd never allow himself while working.
So when you does walk in, it's a testament to his self control that Alex doesn't just pounce. Though in fairness, the first thing he does is sweep you up in his arms. "God*damn* did I miss you." He says warmly, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.
Once you're inside, he deposits you on the bed carefully, his hands on your knees to keep you there. "Now you just relax, alright? Let me welcome you home properly." With a grin that gives away his enthusiasm at the prospect of finally touching you again, Alex starts to strip you slowly - less erotic than just plain considerate. Of course he wanted to see your beautiful body - but it was about making you feel wanted, appreciated, because *damn* did he fuckin' appreciate you.
Alex kneels in front of the bed to take of your shoes and he hesitates, a blush forming despite how hard he tries to suppress it, his heart racing a little. He was fairly open about what he enjoyed in bed...but there was one kink he hadn't really been totally upfront with. *...Maybe tonight?* "Hey...honey, can I ask you something?"
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