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You Work too Hard

Alex Keller x Farah Karim

Words: 3k Rating: 18+/Explicit Tags: Slight exhibitionism, canon disabled character, Weaponized use of “yes ma’am”, semi-public sex, condom, Farah is learning a lot about herself, a bit of angst at the end, Price goes dad-mode

Farah is pulling an all-nighter to prepare for her operation with Price tomorrow. Alex thinks she works too hard. She doesn't agree, so he tries to distract her.

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Farah stands before her map on the large table. Captain Price will be here tomorrow for another operation. He called upon her and her men to take down yet another aspiring terrorist that wants her homeland for himself.

Her home is not theirs for the taking. This land is for her people, and she’ll protect it with everything she has.

Everything she has seems like less and less as the years go on.

She owes Price her life, no matter how many times he assures that they are even. Or, that she doesn’t owe him anything. They are in this together. Still, she can’t fail. Every possible path the assailant might run to when he tries to run needs people to guard. Every soldier needs to be adequately armed. She needs to be prepared. She needs to ignore her heavy eyelids. 

“Farah,” a disappointed voice calls out.

Alex’s voice startles her. She’s so focused on her map, she didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Farah,” he sighs. “Come on.”

“Not now, Alex.” She dismisses him with a wave of her hand.

“Farah, please,” he reiterates. “You need sleep.” She rests her hands on the table and leans forward. He’s right, she knows that, but she can’t fail.

“Alex—” Her words are cut off when she looks at him. He’s wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and drawstring pants that cover most of his prosthetic leg. His puppy dog eyes filled with concern. It's getting harder and harder to say no to him. “Just give me a few more minutes then I’ll go,” she concedes. Alex raises his eyebrows, like he doesn’t believe her.

“Ten minutes,” he says as he crosses his arms.

“Fifteen,” she bargains.

“Deal,” he agrees. Then he slowly steps out and quietly closes the door behind him. 

Farah goes back to her map and shuffles around the limited pieces. Price will bring a squad, but there is still so much ground to cover. She focuses on her map and data.

Time passes and hears the door open and close. She doesn’t look up, she knows it’s Alex. His prosthetic gives his steps a unique sound and rhythm. 

She knows when he’s walking down the hallway past her room. It’s no surprise when Alex walks up behind her and presses forward until her hips meet the table.

“Alex, I said—”

“It’s been twenty minutes, baby.” She can hear that tone in his voice. He only speaks to her like that in private. He only calls her pet names during intimate moments. She knows exactly what he is doing.

“What about—?”

“Everyone is on watch or fast asleep. You’re the only one burning the midnight oil.” His hands slowly untie her scarf and toss it next to the map. Farah leans back against his chest. He’s never been this bold before and it’s hard to deny she doesn’t enjoy it. “The door is locked too.”

He leans down and starts to kiss the soft skin he just revealed. She leans into it and relishes the feeling of his facial hair. Farah sucks in a breath.

“This is unfair, Alex,” she says softly.

“Oh,” he says with a cheeky grin, “I’m still playing nice. Do you want me to be unfair?” He steps back, grabs her hips to turn her around, and sits her down on the table. “If you like this table so much, we don’t have to leave.”

“Alex,” she sighs softly. She's not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’.” He leans forward and kisses her. Slowly and thoroughly, like he's trying to melt away her concerns. She needs time to adjust to a more relaxed pace and he’s willing to give her everything she needs. She sinks forward, lifts her hands up his back before trying to hold onto him by his shirt. 

He has her craving things that she’s never dreamt of. He makes her stomach flip with the mere thought of what he can do. If she goes through with this, how is she supposed to keep a straight face in this room ever again?

Farah grinds against him as he kisses with more ferocity. Teeth nipping at her lips after his tongue swioe across them. He nods his head while kissing her, encouraging her to take what she wants. Her mind was a bit hazy from her lack of sleep, now she’s downright dizzy. She clings to him to feel grounded. He slowly starts rocking himself against her and she shudders.

She groans out of frustration when he steps back, but whines when he cups his hand between her legs. Immediately she bucks up against it. Just a few kisses and she's like putty in his hands.

"Attagirl," he whispers. It sends a shiver down her spine. His fingers poke and tease over her pants. She's wound so tight that the smallest touch is making her whine. She takes initiative and starts undoing her belt. He laughs softly as he unzips her pants and dips his fingers beneath her underwear. 

She gasps when his fingers tease her clit. He's barely touched her and she's already this needy. If it was anyone else she'd worry they cast a spell over her.

One of her legs is slotted between his and she feels how hard he is. He rocks against her thigh in time with his nimble fingers.

"So fucking wet for me," he groans. Farah is reduced to whimpers as his fingers just slide inside her. She's almost ashamed at how easy she is with Alex. She has to hide her face against his chest, she’s so embarrassed at his effect on her. One look across the room and her stomach is doing flips when she should be focusing on the mission in front of her. 

“Alex,” she whines.

"You want me to fuck you here? On your precious table?" He can't hide the attitude in his voice. He has her hook, line, and sinker.

“Alex, we need—”

He cuts her off with a kiss and holds up a condom between two fingers. She laughs before pulling him back into the kiss. She appreciates that he prepares for everything on and off the battlefield. It also means he planned for this. Has he fantasized about this? Have lustful thoughts whenever she bends over this table to move something.

“Last chance,” he declares. “I can escort you up to your room or—”

She lifts her legs around the back of his thighs and pulls him in closer. He grunts when his hard dick presses against her.

“I don’t want you to play nice.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Without another word, he starts unbuttoning her shirt. He kisses her shoulders as the fabric slides off, hanging off her shoulders. By now, the maps beside her mean nothing.

Farah’s shirt hangs open and Alex slides her pants down to her calves. It's not the most elegant look, but he doesn't care. Every day he gets to touch her is a wonder to him. His plan was just to tease her,  coax her into a bed and wear her out so she can get some decent sleep. He's surprised she is willing to go this far.

Alex unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his thighs. His cock is hard and heavy, the thought of doing this here is turning him on more than he'd care to admit.

It's so much better than his fantasies.

Farah looks up at him as she rolls the condom down his shaft. His heart might beat out of his chest. She looks beautiful with her pupils wide with desire and face flush.

Slowly but surely, he becoming a bad influence. Putting all of these terrible, torrid ideas in her head. Even the simple act of teasing her by stroking his cock against her clit is mind blowing. The few men she had been with before just thrust it in.

Most men take. Alex gives. He gives her everything. 

She whines and rocks her hips against his dick. Pleading for him to get on with it. She can't wait anymore. When he does thrust inside her it's steady and slow, despite the fact they do not have time. What if someone walked in—?

That thought makes her body tightens around him and he thrusts the rest of his cock inside. Cutting off her thoughts so she doesn't have to reflect on them. 

"Fuck, baby," he moans. "So perfect. I could stay like this—"

"Alex," Farah whines, "move." He chuckles.

"Yes, ma'am."

Her face burns hotter every time he says that. 

Alex’s hand holds the back of Farah’s head by her hair and presses her face against his chest. It’s an attempt to stifle her sweet sounds.

“One of these days,” he speaks softly, “I’m going to get you all to myself and I’m going to make you beg. Really fucking beg.”

“Alex!” Her voice is sharp, but muffled.

“You want that?” He lets out a laugh. “I would keep you busy for hours, sweet thing.”

Farah moans into his chest. He destroys her when their time is fleeting. What would he be capable of if they really had time? She can barely comprehend it. 

“Fuck, you ever been edged?” He asks.

She shakes her head. “What’s that?” He chuckles softly and picks up his rhythm. 

“Right when you’re about to cum, I stop,” He lets out a laugh when she whines in response. “Leave you high and dry.” She whines. Why would she want that? “Thing is, the more you do it, the more intense it gets.” His voice gets lower and his thrusts slow down, just to emphasize his point. “Just picture it, me between your legs until you can barely speak.”

Farah's mind races and her stomach flips. Her legs hold him tighter and she clenches around his cock.

“I felt that,” he laughs. “First you’re letting me fuck you on your precious war table. You’re such a filthy girl. Were you always like this?” 

She’s never been like this, desperate and depraved. Everything he suggests is more torrid than the last and it all sounds so intoxicating.

“I wasn’t,” she weeps. “Only you do this to me.”

“Only me. I love the sound of that.” He plants his hands on the table either side of her. "My dirty girl. All for me." She reaches around and holds on to his shirt and pulls at his hair. No matter how hard she pulls, it turns him on. He grunts right into her ear and encourages her to pull harder. 

What are his limits? How much is he holding back?

"W—what else would you do?" Farah shudders.

"Oh baby," he laughs. He looks down to admire her and is almost predatory. It sends a shiver down her spine. Her shirt is wide open and she knows if she tries to cover herself he’ll stop her. Then he starts to thrust again. "Anything. Everything,” he groans. “I'll make you feel so good. Even if it hurts, it'll feel good in the end."

Her fingers dig into the edge of the table. She can't let go to muffle herself, so she has to bite her lips closed.

"Oh fuck." His thrusts falter as he struggles to breathe. "Pull my hair, mark me up. Do anything. Fuck me if you want."

"W—what?” she's unsure of his misspoke. Instead he pulls her off of him and she gently falls back onto the table. Alex's gaze is practically predatory. She's trapped as he lifts her legs around his hips. 

"I can't explain it now." His voice is harsh, it only piqued her curiosity more. "I'll cum if I do." His thrusts are getting harder and messier. She can hear how wet she is. It makes her ears burn.

Could someone hear them from the hall? Why does that idea make her stomach tighten?

“I’m close,” she moans softly. “Please don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it," he laughs. "Cum for me, baby."

Farah lets out a moan that's probably a bit too loud, but Alex leans forward and hushes her with a kiss. Eagerly swallowing those sweet cries only he is allowed to hear. 

Farah clings to him and he moans against his lips as her body shakes. He whispers confessions against her neck. Taking deep breaths and inhaling the scent of her perfume and whatever oils she uses to give her hair that shine. They are intoxicating. 

Sometimes, when he stands next to her in the field, a strong breeze wafts it into his nose. More than once he's swiped the bottle and dabs some on the collar of his shirt. He has to hold himself back. He's in so deep. He wants to be owned by her. He yearns for everyone to know she is his—No. He wants them to know he is hers. He wants to waltz out of her room covered in marks that she made. Have everyone know he's the reason their commander sleeps so well at night. 

"Mine," he grunts before he cums so hard he sees stars. 

He's utterly foolish. He's in too deep. He can't make himself regret it even if his life depended on it.

********

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“How else are you supposed to get a good night’s rest if I don’t tuck you in?” He smiles.

Farah wakes with a yawn and a good starch. Shes well-rested thanks to Alex. She honestly might still be up if he hadn’t been so persistent. 

Blood rushes to her cheeks just thinking about it. 

After another long yawn, she looks at the other side of her bed seeing nothing but a slight indent. As per their agreement, Alex went back to his room before morning. It was one of their concessions for this relationship. 

That doesn’t make it any easier for her. She can tell Alex feels the same. There is often a sorrowful look in his eyes when he has to leave. Like he’s yearning to stay just a little bit longer. 

In fact, he looks more disappointed each time. 

She’s dreamed of his half-awake smile and messy hair as light pours through her windows. Fantasized about doting on him or helping him with his prosthetic to get out of bed, even though he insists he can do it himself. She’s wondered if he’d help brush or braid her hair that he’s admitted many times he’s enamored with.

But they can’t.

Their relationship can never be public knowledge. It would put both of them at risk. Alex knows it would be much worse for her than it would be for him. She would be judged for sleeping with an American. Worst, an ex-CIA agent. People in her ranks might even abandon the cause if they think she's just a puppet. Cruel words would be thrown her way and her enemies could use that fact against her. 

The most she can get is blurry memories of those tattooed arms wrapped around her as she drifts off to sleep. Those tacky tattoos that she loves to hate.

The world around them is messy and judgmental. It’s so easy for it to all fall away when she looks into those eyes. But, she can’t allow herself to indulge too much. Farah is grateful that Alex understands that. He’s always been supportive, never judging her priorities. He’s accepted he comes second. He will give her everything she needs and take whatever she can part with.

It doesn't make it any easier. He doesn't make it easier when he talks about whisking her away from all of this, even for a brief moment. 

She buries her worries deep down as she gets dressed and readies for Captain Price to arrive. Hopefully all of her preparations will impress him.

********

Price figures it out in less than three hours.

He suspected something between them the last time he was here, but it didn’t seem like the case. He thinks he knows Farah well enough, they’ve worked together a bit over the years. But, he knows Alex very well.

Price focuses on how Farah’s hand lingers over Alex’s when he hands her coffee. When Alex hurries to be first one to grab a specific map or move the pieces on the large table. Farah rushing to fix pieces on her map that seemed to have gotten knocked over last night. How Alex insists that Farah takes a seat or gets some water. Then there is that small glint in Farah’s eyes whenever Alex seems to read her mind.

What really gave Alex away was when stood next to Price. A strong breeze made him think Farah was nearby, the air was full of a smell he's always associated with Farah. 

Alex reeked of her. Price wasn't sure if it was by mistake or on purpose.

Poor fools are in it deep. Price is amazed that no one else seems to notice. Laswell is going to be upset that she lost the bet. They both knew it was going to happen. She was just wrong about how quickly these two love birds would get it together.

When he gets the chance, Price calls Alex to the side. He slings his arm around the other man’s shoulder and pulls him in close.

Price lowers his voice. “You do anything I wouldn’t approve of and I’ll have your head on a bloody pike.” Alex blinks with confusion as he processes what this threat is even about. Price responded with a grin and an arched brow. Alex's eyes squint with a smile and he tries not to grin too much. 

“Never,” he replies. He looks to the side and watches Farah delegate assignments to her people. A commanding presence he is in awe of. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

“Good lad.” He pats him on the shoulder. Then he squeezes a bit too hard for comfort. “Because, if I had to, they wouldn’t be able to find the rest of your body.”

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About me:

I am 22 years old and use they/them pronouns. I will not be giving my real name to anyone on this platform (just personal preference) but you can call me ray (like the manta ray)

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