Alec and Alessandra Outtake

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Alec and Alessandra First Date Outtake

"Okay, Blue Eyes, I'll be there to pick you up in an hour," Alec said softly before he set his cell phone on the counter in his bathroom.

He had to breathe deeply, really fucking deeply, in and out a few times to keep himself together. He was so damn nervous, more than he'd ever been in his life. A hundred times more nervous than he was when he took out Susie Peterson for the first time in junior high or when he lost his virginity to Amy Kellerman his sophomore year of high school. Even more nervous than he'd been when he interviewed for his job at Cullen Publishing.

A thousand times more nervous actually.

"Get it together, man," he hissed out loud at himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. "It's just a date."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he shook his head and mentally pictured kicking his own ass for such an asinine comment. It wasn't just a date and he damn well knew it. Ever since the moment she walked into Edward's and Isabella's house with Nonna, she had filled his entire mind. He saw her when he closed his eyes to sleep, when he tried to read over the reports he'd brought home from the office, when he worked out to compensate for the huge meal he had for Thanksgiving...when he did something as simple as breathing. She was everywhere.

Alessandra Allegro.

Just saying her name made him hot and his skin prickle all over. Picturing her clear blue eyes sent his heart racing. Imagining her long, black hair and her sweet musical voice made him break out into a sweat. Remembering how her hand felt in his and the way her lips felt when he kissed her good night for the first time made...well, it made other parts of his body hard and aching.

Two days. It had only been two days since he'd last seen her and he was going out of his fucking mind. They'd talked practically nonstop since Thanksgiving; the bags under his eyes could attest to that. He'd barely gotten any sleep because they talked all night on Thursday and last night wasn't much better. The only reason they'd gotten off the phone at all was because she told him that she didn't want to fall asleep on their first date and even then it had taken her fifteen minutes to get him to hang up the phone.

He knew he was acting like a lovestruck crazy fool, but he couldn't help it. And not that he would ever...EVER...admit this out loud, or at least not yet, he swore he would never make fun of Edward and Bella ever again for the way they acted around each other. If what he was feeling was even half of what Edward felt when he thought about Bella...yeah, he was fucked. In the best way possible of course, but fucked just the same. Again, not that he would ever tell him because there was no damn way Edward would ever let him live it down.

He continued to think about her as he carefully shaved and then got dressed, snippets of their conversations over the past few days flitting in his mind. She was an only child; she wasn't particularly close to her family - a fact which he had in common with her. She loved Chicago and she thought Gianna Santoro was the most amazing woman she'd ever met. Again, he could relate. They were compatible in most every way, liking the same kinds of music and movies, the same types of food. The only glaring flaw she had was that since moving to Chicago she'd developed a love for the Chicago Cubs and well...he was a White Sox guy through and through. It could make things difficult...but nothing he couldn't learn to live with...or ignore.

Besides, he had a way of convincing people to change their minds all the time; he imagined he could show her the error of her ways if it came right down to it. Immediately after that thought came the one of round after round of make-up sex after arguing whose team was better.

Yeah, on second thought, he had no problem whatsoever with her rooting for the Cubs...deluded girl that she was.

"You look so beautiful," he leaned in and whispered a short time later as they followed the maitre'd to their table.

Alessandra smiled at him in thanks and resisted the urge to turn around and throw herself into his arms. A quick glance around the elegant restaurant was all it took to make her chuckle when she thought about the reactions of the other patrons. Didn't mean she didn't want to do it though, because Lord knew she did.

Her body was practically vibrating she wanted to feel him so badly. It didn't help that during the ride to the restaurant he kept looking at her like she was the world's most delectable chocolate and he was dying to have a taste. From another man, being objectified like that would piss her off, from Alec, it was...well just hot.

Really, really hot.

The moment their eyes met at Bella and Edward's she'd felt like she was hurtling headfirst into a whirlwind she would never escape from and the more she talked to him, the more she realized she didn't want to escape. After two days, she was on the brink of falling head over heels in love with him, if she wasn't all the way already.

He was everything she never really knew she wanted. If you would have asked her, and she had been asked a time or ten before, Alec was nothing like what she envisioned when she pictured herself with someone. He was brash, a bit crass at times, intense as all get out, and funnier than hell. He was drop dead gorgeous and knew it, too, and instead of his confidence turning her off, it only made him more appealing.

She had to admit, she was a tiny bit intimidated by Bella when she first met her, only because Gianna had told her how close she and Alec were, not to mention she was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. As she and Alec talked more though, she knew her fears were unfounded. He adored Bella, there was no mistaking that, but they were just friends, the best of friends sure, but only friends just the same.

Once they were seated and Alec ordered a bottle of wine, no doubt the most expensive they carried, she took another moment to look at him.

He really, really was so damn sexy.

"What are you thinking about, Blue Eyes?" he asked her with a knowing smirk.

She shivered when he called her that...every damn time. He could have called her anything: sweetie, baby, even beautiful like Edward called Bella, but the fact that he called her that, especially in the tone of voice he used every time, set her heart racing and made her palms sweat. Not to mention what it did to her girly parts, she thought, as she rubbed her legs together and shifted ever so slightly in her chair.

Picking up her glass and taking a sip of her wine, darting her tongue out to pick up the drop she had on her lips, she said huskily, "You...and trying to figure out whether we are going to spend the night at your place or mine."

She shivered again when he growled lowly and his eyes smoldered at her.

Her verbal filter became nonexistent when they talked, even more so when they were together, though the only time had been at Thanksgiving dinner, but she didn't care. Especially when it got that reaction from him. She was nowhere near ready to sleep with him yet, though she had to be honest and say she was pretty damn sure it would be sooner rather than later, but certainly not on their first date. She wasn't foolish enough to take that step so soon, but she couldn't deny what her body wanted and it wanted him.

Badly.

Alec continued to stare at her, wondering if the people around them would mind too much if he threw her down on the table and had his way with her because he felt like he was going out of his fucking mind.

"Jesus," he muttered and then took his own drink.

Thankfully, or not, depending on your perspective, the waiter made his presence known so they could place their order for dinner.

"Would you like me to order for you?" he asked her and couldn't help the surge of male pride that flowed through him when she nodded her head.

"Please," she said demurely and then she watched in rapt attention as he skillfully spoke their order, in perfect French no less.

Once the waiter left to go place their order, the air between with them became so heavy and full of desire and passion he was surprised the whole restaurant couldn't feel it. Knowing he needed to dial things back a bit, if only so he wouldn't do something he might, or most likely might not, regret he said, "So, tell me more about Boston."

The rest of the meal passed quickly due to the fact that neither one could stop talking, only taking breaks to chew and swallow the delicious meal. After he paid the check, he helped her up out of her chair and led her to the elevator. He kept his hand on the small of her back, that was until the doors of the elevator closed behind them once they'd stepped inside.

The doors barely closed before he had her pressed against the back wall and had his mouth atop hers in a frantic kiss. He was breathing heavily and there was every possibility he was scaring the shit out of her but immediately amended that thought when she curled her fingers around the lapel of his suit coat and pulled him closer.

"Oh, fuck, Alessandra," he groaned against her lips and gripped her hips tightly in his hands. "Come home with me. Stay with me tonight. I want to wake up with you in my bed," he whispered just before he scraped his teeth against the sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Yes," she panted after her breath caught in her throat.

"Fuck," he hissed and then ground his hips against hers. "I promise we won't do anything you don't want to. I won't push for more than you're ready for, but I want to feel you next to me," he told her when he pulled back to look into her eyes, holding her face in his hands.

"I know, Alec. I want to wake up next to you, too," she told him softly, sweetly and it was what they needed to keep things from escalating past the point of no return, especially considering they were in an elevator.

The ride back to his condo was quiet because they both seemed to be a bit shaken by the intensity of what had happened in the elevator. It was just a kiss, but it represented so much more and they both knew that. It was the start of something, the something they both had been searching for, even though they hadn't known it.

Once inside the condo, Alec got nervous again. Very few women had been inside his home, and certainly not any that meant as much to him as she already did.

"Let me take your coat," he practically whispered, not wanting to break whatever spell they were currently in.

He slid her coat off her shoulders and couldn't help but lean in close and brush his lips along her jaw.

After he hung it up in the entryway closet, he entwined their fingers together and said, "Come on, let me show you around."

He watched her carefully as she took in his space, watching for any sign of discomfort or indication that she'd changed her mind about staying with him, but found none. She intently took it all in as if she was measuring the decor against what she knew about him. It was a bit unnerving to say the least, but he wanted her to know him, really know him.

Bella knew him better than anyone, even though there were still things he kept hidden from her, but he wanted Alessandra to know everything. Every secret he'd never told anyone, every fear he had, every mistake he'd ever made...every hope for the future...he wanted her to know.

Once the tour was done they found themselves back in the living room.

"Do you want anything to drink, a snack or something?" he awkwardly asked and then shook his head. "Jesus, you'd think I'd never done this before," he told her with a roll of his eyes.

"So, you make a habit of letting women spend the night with you, huh?" she teased, but with a hint of something more akin to jealousy.

He shook his head and closed the distance between them. "No, I don't. It's been a very long time since I've cared or wanted anyone to come home with me, Blue Eyes, and certainly no one as much as you," he rasped and then kissed her again.

"Alec," she said on a breathy sigh and one which went straight to his groin.

"Ah hell," he stood back and grinned at her. "You are so fucking beautiful," he said and took a deep breath. "Let's find you something to change into and then we can get into bed."

She let him lead her toward his bedroom and when he took out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers from his drawer, she smiled at him.

"You just want to see me in your clothes," she teased him as she took the items from him.

"Fuck yes, I do. I'd like to see you out of them even more to be perfectly honest with you, but I'll settle for in my clothes," he said with no hint of hesitation, "for now at any rate."

She sucked in a sharp breath and felt her stomach flutter.

"I want you, Alessandra, you have to know that," he told her. "I don't want to fuck this up though, so we'll take things slow, okay?"

She nodded her head and then kissed him quickly on the cheek before scurrying to the bathroom to change. She found an unopened toothbrush in a drawer and after brushing her teeth and running her fingers through her hair stepped back out into the bedroom.

He watched her lay her dress gingerly on the chair beside the bed and then shyly climb into bed next to him.

Opening his arms, he softly said, "Come here."

She crawled willingly into his arms and sighed when he wrapped them around her. Feeling his legs against hers was heaven and so was feeling his chest beneath the thin t-shirt he was wearing. She couldn't tell if she was happy or sad he'd worn a shirt to bed, though she supposed she was grateful he did. No use pushing themselves farther than they had already.

"This is nice," she said after a few minutes.

"Mmmm hmmm," he mumbled against her hair. "Very."

She yawned and he chuckled. "Let's get some sleep, okay? I imagine we have to be up early to get to Mass?" he questioned once they laid down on the pillows.

"You're coming with me?" she asked, shocked that he would want to go.

"Um...yes...if you want me to that is. I just assumed as tomorrow is Sunday, you wanted to go to church," he stammered, hoping he hadn't assumed too much.

Tears immediately sprung in her eyes and he reached forward and rubbed across her cheek, wiping her tears with the pad of his thumb. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he whispered and hoped he didn't ruin things before they even started.

"Happy tears," she told him as she took a deep breath. "Very happy tears." She leaned forward and kissed him softly, letting her lips linger against his a beat or two longer than she meant to but only because she couldn't pull away from him.

"Thank God. I was getting ready to kick my own ass for upsetting you already," he chuckled.

"You really want to come with me? You don't have to, you know. I mean I want you to, but I don't want you to think you have to," she said in a rush and he placed a finger on her mouth to stop her very adorable rambling.

"Of course I want to, even though I know Edward will give me shit about it. It's worth it if I get to spend more time with you," he shrugged his shoulders at her.

She giggled and snuggled closer to him, throwing a leg over his. "If it will help, I'll tell Edward I made you come with me."

She pressed her body tightly against his, delighting in the low rumble she heard from his chest as well as the hardness against her stomach.

"You, Miss Allegro, are pushing your luck, so unless you want me to show you what 'made you come with me' means in Alec language, we need to get to sleep," he growled.

She lowered her leg and made a move to scoot back when he gripped her ass and held her in place. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Well, I don't want to tempt you too much," she saucily told him.

He grunted and squeezed her ass again. "I think I can manage. Besides I told you I wanted to wake up with you beside me, and I wasn't lying."

"Okay."

"Night, Blue Eyes," he whispered a few moments later when she relaxed against him.

"Night, my Alec," she answered back and he could tell she was almost asleep.

He kissed her on the top of the head and then so very quietly said, "I am your Alec, forever if you'll have me."

"Always," she said on a dreamy sigh then her soft breathing filled the air and he fell asleep with her.

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