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It was the little moments. It was the way that Alan nearly lost the capacity to speak when she turned up at his dig, and the way he had hid the photo he had kept of them, pride of place on his cabinets for all to see. It was the way she had instinctively cuddled into Alan on the plane, the way he had rested his head on hers, each of them naturally seeking the others comfort in sleep. It was the way that he had pulled her from lab L4 and shielded her from the remaining locusts that had followed them out, and the way they lay there looking at each other, the flame sparking back to life. It was the way that Ellie felt guilty at bringing Alan along, taking him from his safe comfortable life at the dig and trapping them in an old abandoned Amber mine, taking him from somewhere he was happy. It was the way that Alan told her that no, he hadn’t been happy. It was the way that every time a danger came their way Alan’s priority was Ellie, because if no one else got out of that Valley alive then Alan would make sure Ellie would, and he’d give his life to ensure it. It was the way that her voice was hopeful when she invited him to go with her, and sad when she thought he would choose the dig. He chose her. She chose him.
For Alan, there had been almost 30 years of loving, longing and regret. For Ellie, there was a love that had never truly been forgotten that was now rekindled. They both knew from that kiss on the airfield that the deal was sealed. Somehow, some way, they had found their way back to each other.
And now here they were in a Washington hotel, lying side by side on the bed. They had walked through the door, taken off their shoes and jackets, and lain down on the bed tired enough to sleep in their clothes. Ellie instinctively cuddled into Alan like she had done on plane to Biosyn Valley, and he cradled her, almost frightened to let go. They both immediately fell asleep, each of them feeling safe and loved in each other’s arms.
Ellie woke first but didn’t move. She wanted to stay in his warm embrace and breathe in the scent of his cologne. He still used the same one. She smiled to herself. Some things never changed. He stirred softly a few minutes after she awoke, and she felt a soft press of his lips on her forehead. Their eyes locked, and this time Alan took the lead. It had been her who had kissed him at the airfield and now he was the one to close the gap, catching her lips gently. They kissed softly, slowly re-familiarising themselves with each other. Alan’s hand caressed her cheek as he kissed her, the lightest of touches, and her hand squeezed his arm gently.
Their movements were slow, neither of them wanting to rush, both of them wanting to savour the moment. Their lips broke apart and Ellie pulled Alan on top of her. He nestled himself between her legs, grinding against her with aching slowness as she wound her fingers through his hair. Piece by piece their clothes came off; Alan’s shirt, Ellie’s jeans, Alan’s belt, Ellie’s top. A small pile of their discarded clothes was building next to the bed. Alan rolled off of her, laying next to her instead to appreciate the view. She was lying there in white lacy underwear that beautifully accented her body.
He kissed her again as his hand slid down her body, cupping a beast before dipping down between her legs. He rubbed her softly with a single finger through the lacy fabric, and he felt her breath hitch as they kissed. He rubbed in slow circles taking note of how her body reacted; the way she spread her legs a little wider, the deep breaths, the gentle whimpers in the back of her throat, the ever growing wetness against his fingers. His cock twitched in his trousers.
Ellie couldn’t bear it. She needed him. Reaching down, she took his hand and guided it into her panties. He kissed her continuously, his beard gently scratching her. That was new. What wasn’t new was the expert way his fingers slid through her wet folds sending shocks through her body. He always knew exactly how to touch her. She moaned deeply against his mouth, and broke the kisses completely to gasp as his fingers slid into her, one then two, pumping in and out while his thumb massaged her clit. Ellie let her head fall back against the pillow, whining softly, biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, one hand gripping Alan’s hair, the other gripping the bedsheets.
She looked so fucking beautiful. Everything about her was so familiar, and being with her felt like coming home. Her scent, her sounds, the feel of her skin against his fingers, the way her body quivered at his touch, every little detail he had never forgotten was now before him and his heart beat painfully in his chest. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. He wanted to hold her and never let go, never repeat the mistake he’d made nearly 30 years ago. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He pulled his fingers out earning him a disappointed whimper from Ellie that he quickly caught in a kiss before shifting his body back on top of her. He sucked his fingers, savouring her taste, before allowing his lips to find her neck. He suckled at the skin, bruising it, before kissing his way down her body. She mewled beneath him as he pulled her up just enough to slip a hand around and undo her bra, pulling from her and throwing it to the pile. He groaned appreciatively, and planted a kiss on her breasts before rolling his tongue around a nipple, sucking the sensitive bud, mimicking his movements on the other with his fingers. He felt soft kisses against his hair before he kissed down, down, further down, until he got where he wanted to be, flicking his tongue across her panties. He could taste her through the fabric and she bucked her hips at the contact. He ran his hands up her arms then down her body and he gently kissed between her legs until his fingers caught her panties and he slowly peeled them off of her.
He stared at her for a minute, sprawled naked in front of him, taking in the beauty before him. Part of him still couldn’t believe she was here in bed with him again, and the other part of him was urging him on. She was as stunning as the day they’d met.
“Alan,” she whispered. “Please.”
He smiled at her and dipped his head between her legs, using his hands to keep them spread as he slowly guided his tongue along her pussy. He had done this to her countless times, remembering now the way they would scuttle off into a quiet corner, or hide away in their trailer after a few too many long glances across the dig, but after so long apart this time seemed as incredible to him as the first. She tasted incredible. His mouth worked hungrily and she moaned loudly, arching her back, her hands gripping the pillow as she focused on the sensations between her legs. His tongue moved deftly, alternating between long firm licks, fast light flicks, slow circles, and suckling kisses, his mouth dancing around her pussy skillfully. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt passion like this. The last couple of years with Mark had been loveless, and she suspected he was getting his kicks elsewhere. But Alan still adored her, worshipped her like a goddess, and the heat he ignited between her legs started spreading through her body like wildfire.
Her hands flew down to his head, gripping his hair tightly and holding him in place as she bucked her hips into his eager mouth. He moaned against her, sending vibrations through her already shuddering body. He could feel her legs trembling as he held them open, her body jerking wildly on the bed.
“Alan,” she gasped. “I -.” She couldn’t form words and all she could do was moan louder and louder until her orgasm ripped through her and all words were lost in a scream that vaguely resembled his name as she arched off the bed, her head thrown back.
As she came back down, her breath heaving and world spinning, Alan crawled up her body grinning. She chuckled and put her arms around his neck as he settled against her, kissing her softly. She could taste herself on his lips and sighed gently. They lay like that for a few minutes, lips gently catching and releasing, smiling between each kiss. He pressed himself against her slowly, his cock aching behind the fabric of his trousers. She felt that welcome pressure between her legs and slid her hands down between them, cupping his hard on through the trousers. He moaned against her as she undid the button and fly and he sighed gratefully at the relief. She deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she hooked her legs around his waist, using them to push his trousers and boxers off.
He positioned her legs and ran the head of his cock up and down through her folds, using her wetness to slick himself before he slid inside of her softly, eliciting gentle moans from them both, and they felt complete. They held still for a moment in each other’s arms, content in the knowledge that this was exactly where they were always meant to be; together. They kissed again and Alan poured all the love he felt for her, all those years of longing and regret, and the happiness of having her back into that kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close to her as possible as she tightened her legs around his waist, pushing him as deep as she could. They moaned again, and Alan began to move steadily, aware that he had the rest of his life with the woman he loved but not wanting to rush it anyway.
They rocked like that for a while, the need for each other growing with every thrust, hands roaming each other’s bodies, kisses planted on necks and chests, fingers grazing skin, sweat forming, breath hitching, gasps and sighs turning into moans and begs.
“Alan,” she said, her voice raspy. “Harder, please.”
He groaned deeply, and readjusted, taking her hands in his and holding them above her head, pinning her down beneath him. He pounded into her as deep and as hard as he could, faster and faster each time, spurred on by the look of unbridled pleasure on her face and the sight of her lips, swollen from kisses, parted in ecstasy. Her body writhed beneath him as he fucked her, rougher with each ‘yes,’ or ‘fuck,’ that came from her, and he grunted deep in his throat with every thrust. Ellie gripped onto his hands, her head thrown back, and she moaned loudly at the beautifully familiar and long missed feeling of Alan thrusting into her, groaning as he did, her name escaping his lips like a prayer. She could tell that neither of them were going to last much longer and she squeezed her legs again urging him on. Her body was shaking as she felt herself nearing that familiar edge, and when Alan whispered into her ear that he loved her, always had, and always would, she came hard and fast, screaming his name over and over again, relishing the sound of his name.
That was it for him. He felt her whole body go rigid as she came. Her cunt throbbed around his cock, sending him spiralling over his own edge with loud cries and a strangled "Ellie!" He fell against her, burying himself in her chest. Her arms wrapped around him, and the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Eventually, Ellie spoke. Just four words. But there were no other series of words in the world he would’ve preferred to hear.
“I love you too.”
Alan had cried very few times in his life. He cried on Isla Nublar when he saw living dinosaurs for the first time. He cried when he and Ellie split up. He wept desperately when she got married, having lost all hope of ever getting her back. And he cried now. But they were joyful tears because somehow she was his again, and he was hers. She pressed a kiss against his hair and held him tight.
They lay there for hours, dozing in and out of comfortable sleep. Over the hours they had shifted positions. Alan now lay half propped up against the headboard, and Ellie was cuddled against his chest. His fingers ran soothingly up and down her arm.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said gently.
She tightened an arm around him and kissed his chest. “I’ve missed you too.”
They lay in comfortable silence until Alan whispered so softly that she nearly didn’t hear him. “I’ll never let you go again.”
She looked up at him and smiled, and ran her hand up his neck to cup his check, stroking it gently with her thumb. “Promise?”
He smiled softly and turned his face just enough to place a kiss at the base of her thumb. “I promise.”
She repositioned herself so she was lying in top of him, arms folded across his chest. He took her face in both of his hands, smiled, and sighed. “I suppose we better get up and get dressed. Ian will wonder where we are, and we need to prepare our testimonies.”
Ellie whined disappointedly, gently grinding her hips against Alan’s cock as she did. To her great joy, she felt it twitch. “Ian can wait,” she said, her eyes darkening with lust again. “And so can the government.” Alan chuckled.
“I’ve learned not to argue with you,” he said, pulling her further up so he could kiss her again. “Round two?”
“And three. And four. We have a lot of catching up do to.”
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They stood in the park, the Washington Monument in sight behind them. Ellie straightened Alan’s tie and jacket. Both of them were nervous. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence to expose a multi million dollar corporation.
“You look,” Ellie started.
“Uncomfortable,” Alan quipped.
“Trustworthy,” she counted.
She smiled at him, and he turned to see a small girl playing with a dinosaur next to the pond. He adjusted his files and sighed. “I’ll get used to it.”
Ellie sighed before looking at Alan. “Let’s finish this,” she said, squeezing his arm encouragingly.
One testimony. That was it. And it was done. And after that, his life with Ellie could properly begin again. “Yeah,” he sighed, before smiling at Ellie and taking her arm, determined to never let her go again.